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[brokethefourthwall]

[Hello, citizens of Luceti. I hope you're all enjoying your daily routine. Picking up your lunch for the afternoon, or catching up on some reading by the fountain. Maybe even taking a trip to the item shop for some... window shopping.

Because you're not getting inside.

That's right. Anyone approaching the item shop will instantly notice the wagon in the doorway. A wagon holding a mountain of items so random that it would take some kind of evil genius to see how they all fit together. Or Pinkie Pie. You should probably suspect Pinkie Pie. The bubblegum-pink pony is happily darting from pile to pile, shelf to shelf, picking up and playing with just about everything she can get her hoofs on. Every once in a while, she'll gasp in excitement, before tossing an item onto her ever-growing mound.]

This is the best. Store. Ever!

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[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Several months of exposure to the bizarre, and yet a pony as pink as his hoodie still can make him boggle. Perhaps because ponies do very well exist in his world... only... they aren't pink, nor do they speak in ways humans readily understand.]

Whoa... what the- -

[Slowing from his jog and wiping at his damp brow with the back of his hand, Mac peers curiously around the heap of stuff atop the wagon, trying to understand whether or not the store was relocating. Scratching at his head, he asks:]

What's goin' on?

[brokethefourthwall]

[Pinkie sticks her head out the window, wearing a punch bowl on her head and a snorkel in her mouth. She playfully blows bubbles from the top of the snorkel, before spitting it out.]

What's going on is that this is the best place ever!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[This pony sure is energetic and bubbly, no pun intended. Hell, he's almost afraid that if he stands anywhere behind her, he'll be accidentally kicked in unfortunate places.]

What're y'doin' with all that stuff?

[brokethefourthwall]

Only throwing the biggest, bestest, be-all, end-all parties in all of Eque-- Luceti!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh. [He blinks dumbly before breaking into a derptacular grin.] Jus' thought the store was closin' or somethin'.

[Watching her for a moment, he then adds:] Uh... I don' mean to, er, ruin y'party or nothin', but some a' that stuff b'longs t'other people, an' somebody might really need it, y'know? ...Jus' sayin'.

[brokethefourthwall]

You mean... people already own this stuff?

[She blinks, pouting up at the pile of stuff she's collected.]

...Oh no.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

I know when I got here, I found m'gloves an' boxin' trunks... an' m'real glad I did.

[Inevitably, his thoughts drift to Doc, his eyes soft with wistfulness and fondness at the memory of receiving the green pair of leather gloves that marked the beginning of his professional career.]

...They's very special t'me.

[brokethefourthwall]

I don't wanna take anything that's special to somepony else...

[She sulks, turning and looking back at the pile.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Some...pony?

[He frowns, looking mildly apologetic at her disappointment.]

...Well, y'know, you can ask a lot a' people t'help you out so that this party ends up bein' real awesome. [A shrug.] I mean, I can help ya out if y'want with, like, gettin' food or somethin'.

[brokethefourthwall]

[And suddenly, Pinkie beams.]

Good idea! I can bring all this stuff to the party, and when everypony shows up, all their special things will be waiting for them! [She giggles with glee.] Now I can use this stuff for a great party, and they can all go back to their rightful owners!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah! See? That totally works out!

[He's happy for her because, well, planning parties can be tricky work; he had plenty of help when arranging his birthday celebration, and even so, it took a fair bit of effort.]

So when y'plannin' this thing?

[brokethefourthwall]

I don't know! Soon, I hope. It's been so long since I've gotten to throw one!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Well, if y'need a hand or somethin', jus' gimme a ring. Name's Mac.

[brokethefourthwall]

Hi, Mac! I'm Pinkie Pie! [Giggle.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Nice t'meetchya. [A mildly awkward smile is offered, but his happiness at making a new acquaintance is genuine.] Say... can I call ya Pinkie? Or d'y'want the whole thing?

[Hah - he's pretty sure that is what Kazooie had called him when they had first met.]