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

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[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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[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[GETS READY TO YELL AGAIN BUT

but

that last thing....it just hits her like a hoof to the gut, and even though the anger is still simmering, she can't muster up enough to fuel denial. She looks at her blank flank again, and sighs when she sees that it hasn't somehow reappeared.]

...so this ain't some horrible nightmare? Y'all really are-? an' I'm....?

[itsallinthebook.livejournal.com]

Not a nightmare, Applejack. We're really here. And...yeah.

This place is called Paradisa. I've been trying to study it, trying to figure out what kind of magic's behind it, but the library's so huge that I'm just trying to get a handle on that so I can handle the rest of it.

Don't worry. Most everyone's really nice! And we're not going to leave you alone.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[silence while listening to this, then an angry pounding of her hooves on the ground to snap herself out a growing, nigh-overwhelming sadness; because it's Twilight, and Twilight doesn't really go for jokes like these, and like heck will she break down in the face of what Twilight's saying. Despair has no place here.] I-I ain't worried about bein' alone or nuthin' like that! Jest- you know what it means to not have a cutie mark, Twilight, an' what am I gonna do about the farm? I got plenty of cause to worry!

[itsallinthebook.livejournal.com]

I do. I understand. But I promised Fluttershy I'd do whatever I could to find a way to get them back. I'll promise you the same thing.

And a few different sources all say that thanks to the magic of this castle, time stands still back at home while we're all here. The farm is going to be just the same when you get back as it was the last time you saw it.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

....all right, well, that's one load off my mind. Mighty convenient, gotta say.

So what's everypony been up to while you've been busy researchin', then?