[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[lieutenantantichrist]

Yeah. Can't have a magic horse out of date. That'd just be weird.

Hah. I wouldn't wanna be a gentleman. Stuck up pricks who never get their own hands dirty. No thanks.

[Blake is working class and proud.]

[artofthestress]

Oh, well, anyone can be a gentleman if they try hard enough. It's not about not working - it's about being polite in the presence of a lady.

[lieutenantantichrist]

I'm plenty polite.

[An unsettling thought occurs to him] Hell, am I supposed to be shaking hands with all the horses around here now? How about the ones on fire? Are they talking to each other when people aren't looking?

[artofthestress]

Ah, well... I wouldn't know, dear. I expect you'd have to speak to Fluttershy about that! No, I'm only familiar with the comings and goings of us ponies, of which there are a fair few in this world, I daresay!

[lieutenantantichrist]

Don't all you horses talk? Have, I don't know, horse tea parties or something?

[Come to think of it, there's something Blake has never been able to ask. You're supposed to just know. There won't be any better time than now.]

Hey.

What's the difference between a horse and a pony, anyway?

[artofthestress]

You misunderstand, Blake. Horses are the equines that you humans are familiar with. Ponies are the much more sophisticated and domestic society-oriented beings that comprise myself, my friends, and the rest of my species! All animals are not created equal, you know! ... At least in terms of communication. [ She hastily adds that last bit lest the ghost of Fluttershy get annoyed. ]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Hey, there's such thing as ponies back in the real world, too. They don't talk, though. They're just...little horses. You see em in petting zoos.

[artofthestress]

[ Rarity snorts. ] I should like to see you trying to put my friends and I in a zoo. Diamond Dogs with similar ambitions to yours have tried and failed, I'm afraid.

[lieutenantantichrist]

I'm not gonna try. I only lock people up if they stab somebody.

[Blake is perplexed anew.] Horses have David Bowie?