sanctus_dei | 47th Resurrection

[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!]

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You make it sound like making friends is the worse thing to be doing today!

Well, it's not easy for everyone.

[N smiles a little. He could use some friends! ...Friends besides Pokémon! He nods to both Theo and Applejack.]

My name is N. These are my friends, Pidove and Purrloin.

[Well, Pidove specifically is flapping around being a nuisance, but Purrloin is generally well-behaved, for a sneaky kittything.]

[Theo looks to the critters with N. Interesting.]

Theo. And the town put me on some kind of welcoming committee job so I have to do this.

[Applejack ignores Theo's distaste of having to welcome new people and merely offers a hoof to N to shake.]

And Ah'm Applejack, nice to meet you. Ah have a friend back where Ah'm from that would just love to meet you and your friends. They get along real well with all types of animals.

[N takes the hoof and shakes without a second thought. It's always been easier to talk with nonhumans.]

My closest friends have been my Pokémon; that's what we call these creatures back home. I used to be able to understand them, but that ability has been taken by the town. I just... hope it comes back soon.

They will eventually. You could always hit up the post office if you're not fond of your limbs, I guess.

[Applejack quirks an eyebrow at that.]

What do limbs have to do with the post office?

[She looks back to N.]

But you might just need to be patient. Ah just got mah hat back and a friend recently got their horn back.

At the post office, they take away parts of your body in exchange for things held by the town.

I'm trying to. They've given me my friends here, which I'm glad for. It's good to see them again.

Yeah. Go in there, get what you want, lose an arm in the process. Bleed out on the sidewalk and come back the next day, but that arm is still gone.

They've run out of ideas on what to send me, I think. They started sending me shit that belonged to someone else I knew the last few times.

[Looks back and forth between the two when the post office is explained to her. She remembers that she once told Twilight she'd give a limb up to go to the Grand Galloping Gala, but the description of what that entails leaves her a little pale...]

That...sounds like a pretty awful way to get your stuff back... Maybe being patient is the best thing to do?

[Applejack looks back to Theo.]

Is that you're so reluctant to do anything, though? The town doesn't have any thing to dangle in front of you like a carrot on a stick anymore?

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