1 ✫ [audio] :: a rodeo of a different sort

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[At first, there's silence from Applejack's journal. Or something close to it, anyway; a definite quiet broken only by soft and steady breathing and the occasional snuffle. Then rustling and a yawn as the snoozing pony stretches and rolls over, still half-dreaming.

It's not exactly the most elegant entrance someone could make to Paradisa, but Applejack never went for that kind of thing even when she was conscious. She yawns again and rubs her eyes with a hoof blearily, sleepy murmurs caught by the journal she's not even aware of possessing.]

...hmm? Apple Bloom, don't bother me now, go an' see Granny if yer hungry. I'm-

[But she doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence, because her green eyes snap open and the new surroundings become apparent to her. Frantic, aggravated clopping of hooves as Applejack dashes about- over here, over there, finally in a circle of utterly dumbfounded and near-panicky confusion. And then a sharp, surprised intake of breath as she notices her flank- or to be more exact, how blank it is. How it lacks her cutie mark, the three red apples she's impossibly proud of. Applejack checks again, and again, and the noise repeats each time. Until she starts yelling, that is, loud and angry and with a definite southern accent.]

JEST WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOIN' ON-?!

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[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[Horses can't talk, right? It must be his imagination.]

Er, I'm Newt. And I'm talking to you over the journal. I don't mean any harm, really.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[is this real life or is it just fantasyyyy....at that, she glances around again and catches sight of her journal. Well, color her surprised! Clopping noises as she walks over to it and gives it a prod.]

You mean this thing? Huh, that's crazy- but then, so's this whole mess to begin with, I reckon. An' who names a colt somethin' like "Newt"? But if yer really so nice, then why'd ya foalnap me? 'Cause sure as apples grow on trees, this ain't Equestria by no stretch o' the imagination.

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

Colt? Foalnap? Are you a...horse?

I'm human. And you aren't in Equestria anymore, sorry.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

Well shoot, of course I'm a pony! What else would I be, a tree?

....Yer a what? An' I ain't?

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

I'm a human being. And you're a talking horse. Okay, that's weird.

No, you aren't.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

Beggin' yer pardon, suh, but I ain't the weird one here. Never heard the like of a "hoo-man" in all my days.

[a disbelieving snort] Jest sayin' that if this is a joke, it reeeeally ain't all that funny.

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

Um, now you know. I'm a human and you are a horse. Nice to meet you.

It isn't a joke- we're really stuck here.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

Feelin's mutual, I guess. [another huff, then a pause she tries to calm down- her tone becomes less hostile when she manages to resume speaking, verging on guilty.] ...sorry for my bad manners, but this ain't an easy thing to wake up to, you know? Anyway, I'm Applejack.