47th Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[Moving down the street is a pair of individuals. Though moving might be a generous term, as the young, disheveled and put-upon man is really being shoved from behind down the sidewalk by an orange pony in a cowboy hat.]

Ah don't care if you don't want to or not, those letters said you have to and you are not ignoring your responsibilities while Ah'm around! And don't say you have nothing to talk about either, you can just offer them one of the fritters Ah made and show them the letter you got. It's as much for their own good as yours, so git goin'!

Alright, alright! I'm going, aren't I? All I gotta do anyway is give them the old "Welcome to Mayfield, get used to a life in Hell" routine anyway.

[Applejack is literally shoving Theo down the street to do his Homeowner's Association Committee duties, so they really can be along any street, leaving it open to anybody who wants to say hi to Applejack, bug Theo, or merely comment on a full grown man carrying a tray of apple fritters being pushed along by a talking orange pony wearing a hat. They'll be stopping at the houses of Mayfield newbies too, as part of Theo's association duties make him part of the welcome wagon.

Post order will be you > Theo > Applejack!]

Comments

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[And despite this being the first pony she's talked to, marisa isn't phased by it. Spike's one of her neighbors anyways. She shakes her head at AJ but heads over anyways.]

Actually it was about a week, ze. I'd love to cause they look yummy, but I can't handle anything sweet yet. I'll just get sick. Sorry, ze.

[she then grins at Theo.]

And I'm laughing at you being all neighborly-like. It's so not you. Anyways, was cursed for a couple weeks. Kinda was hell, ze.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

It's not like I wanna do this. Mail shows up one day saying I'm in the Homeowner's Association and I have to greet the neighbors. I'll probably get droned into it if I don't.

Cursed? Who the fuck cursed you?

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

Aw, that sounds terrible sugarcube! When you've got a moment later, you should stop on by and Ah'll see about making you a nice and proper meal for ya.

[Applejack turns to Theo at his comment about possibly being droned.]

All the more reason to not drag your feet and get this done, right? Being drone seems to be just as bad as being cursed.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

The Postman for that... thing Rita and me pulled. Kinda went mad too. Oh! If Patchy says anything, I twisted your arm for that spell, okay?

[back to the pony]

I'd love to. I'm Marisa, by the way

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Patchy? Sure, whatever. What the hell did the Postman do to you? What was the curse?

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet ya, Ah'm Applejack.

But Ah'm kinda curious about this curse too. The worst that ever happened with the mail mare where Ah'm from was getting a muffin instead of the letter we were waiting for.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to go into major details [she has some pride left] but basically he turned me into a walking catastrophe.

Remember that drone? That was because I touched her. Anyone I touched was hurt in various ways and everything I touched decayed and broke. Food rotted, grass died, sidewalks cracked... I was also hearing voices constantly. Kinda drive me mad for a while.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Must have. You look like hell.

Hnn. That's a hell of a curse. The Postman doesn't screw around. How'd you fix it?

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that just sounds like you had a terrible time there, sugarcube. You doing okay now though, right?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I went down and talked to him. gave the stuff back. [And that's ALL she's going to say about it.]

I'm alright now. Just need to watch what I eat and how much until my body recovers. And everything still seems so loud, but that'll get better too.