2 ✫ [audio/video] :: ah cook with apples (but not apple accessories)

Apr. 24th, 2011 03:57 pm
[identity profile] likeahoss.livejournal.com
[It didn't take Applejack that long to start exploring after the unpleasant shock of her arrival (and epiphany concerning her missing cutie mark) wore off. Only a foal would shirk at trying to get a better feel for her surroundings, after all! She had been in the middle of continuing this endeavor on this fine, fine day when suddenly EGGS, eggs everywhere. What's a filly to do with all these plastic, multicolored, chocolate-carrying eggs?

Well, when she's hungry, the answer's simple and wonderfully practical: crack 'em open and cook with their insides! Sure, she could ask one of the ghosty things (which she ain't scared of in the slightest, thank ya kindly) to whip up something, but she grew up having to take care of things like meals anyway, for a family as well as herself. Plus, there was always a certain kind of pride to be taken in creating something delicious with your own two hooves. Er, hands.

In the kitchen, her journal's laying open on a nearby table, half buried under empty plastic eggs. All the ones she's opened up to this point have yielded chocolate, but she's about to encounter her first confetti-filled egg.

pop.]

.....well, shoot. I can't put that in the bowl! [rummaging] I'm gonna need some sugar, an' eggs- ooh, an' cinnamon...! An' apples, yep. [...a very brief, quiet sigh at the memories that brings, before she shakes it off and consults her journal.]

Hey, Paradisa! Y'all don't hafta be ponies to enjoy apple chocolate cake, right?

[ooc: open to action or journals! please specify which one you're doing :>]
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1 ✫ [audio] :: a rodeo of a different sort

Apr. 17th, 2011 08:26 pm
[identity profile] 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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About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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