She's my cherry pie!

[littlepwny]

Who: The Joker, Rainbow Dash, and YOU!
When: Mid-day February 29th.
Where: Anywhere in town with a good high place to drop stuff from!
Summary: Two pranksters made some pie for you!
Warnings: PIEEEEEEEEEE!



[You're minding your own business, going about your day.

Then suddenly? SPLAT!

There's a pie on your head... and where is that giggling coming from?]

Comments

[momchester]

[Mary's just approaching the line for a falafel cart when-]

What- [Brushing pie from her eyes and looking around WILDLY for the culprit]

What the hell?!

[littlepwny]

[One of the culprits is laughing her hooves off from above!]

[momchester]

[She looks up, and-]

You! Get down here!

[You have invoked the wrath of Mom.]

[ace_of_knaves]

[Another, snickering voice]

Don't do it, it's a trap!

[littlepwny]

Soooooorry! I like it better up here!

[momchester]

[GAH more voices! Mary whips around, looking for the second culprit.]

Who is that?

Rainbow Dash, come on. At least dump some water on me, I can't go to work like this.

[Dump some water on the jacket-less woman in February, yes. Not that she cares; she doesn't get cold anymore.]

[ace_of_knaves]

[Joker pops up, arms akimbo.]

"Who's that?" she says.

As if everyone in this burg didn't already know my sonorous voice.

[momchester]

[Well, if six words of giggling didn't do it his face sure the hell does. Mary skips back a few steps, eyes going wide, and she can practically feel her entire opinion of the seemingly harmless pony change in an instant. Where's her gun? In her belt, where it belongs, and her knives to boot.]

You're the Joker. [More for her own confirmation than anything.] What do you want?

[A nightmare come to life... in a jarringly harmless setting. "Confusing" isn't quite a strong enough word for it. She half expects the pie to be poison or explosive or something stupid like that.]

[littlepwny]

[Meahwhile, Dash obliges by summoning a rain cloud and hopping on it for a nice shower!]

Water, coming right up!

[momchester]

Ah!

[That gets a startled half-yell, but it's really not that bad. The cake sloughing off feels so nice that she runs her hands through her wet hair with an appreciative sound like it's a steaming shower.

Okay, so she's soaking wet, but. It could really be worse.

Halfway through her shower she starts laughing. A pony is giving her a shower while a fucking cartoon villain laughs like a twelve year old, and nobody's dying.

Her life.]