Room 327- Saturday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia had been here all of a couple weeks, and she'd been woefully underprepared for the idea that she might turn into a pony. That, believe it or not, had not made it into the brochure.

And yet here she was, a white pony that still had streaks in her hair- er, mane- standing in her dorm room on all four legs, staring at herself in the mirror and being slightly less convinced with every passing second that she had to be imagining this. Maybe after a few weekends like this, she might get used to the idea enough to remember that at least she was still pretty (for a horse) and go with it.


[Omg, I have never needed ice cream more in my life, but door and post are open!]

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[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

Juliet was seated on her bed, trying to paint the tips of her hooves red with a nailpolish brush held in her mouth. She was having a surprising amount of success.

She shifted the brush to the corner of her mouth to talk. "You look pretty," she offered. "For a pony."

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

So, Britta wasn't exactly too pleased about the pony thing herself, but she figured this might be a good time to make sure she was doing her Big Sibling duties once she figured out that it was definitely a Fandom thing and not a Britta Got Some Really Bad Drugs This Week thing.

Figuring out doors, now that was fun. As well as going down the stairs, but she eventually made it and was glad to see the door open so she could just poke her head in and inquire, "Sia? You here? How're you doing?"