8th Event Ζ Action for Everywhere Τ Fourth Wall Event!

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE HIM

WHY

HE DID NOTHING TO IT

But for whatever reason, the world is glitching out around him in particular, and he somehow keeps finding himself landing in a tree. Or a cactus. Or an icy mountain face. Or a roof. Really, he's traveling around both Johto and Kanto, and he's getting a good view of every somewhat elevated surface out there.

So WHEREVER you are, there's the sound of a squeak yipe startled noise above you. And when you look up, there is a thoroughly frazzled genius sitting (or falling) about ten feet up.]

Comments

[3_butterflies]

Oh, no, you're hurt! Mister Reid, we really have to get you down and get you looked at!

[She flies in closer to him, assessing the situation.]

If you can, please, try to get on my back. I'll help you down.]

[who wants to ride the pony?]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[...Okay, you know what, sure, let's go with that. Let's ride the pony, Reid. When will you get to do this again?

He tentatively scoots up the branch, then while balancing himself with his hands, swings one leg over her flank, then eases himself on top. Hopefully you don't mind him clinging to your mane, Fluttershy, because he's never even ridden a horse before, let alone a technicolor Pegasus.]

Th-thank you. I'm, um, I'm okay, though. I just sort of fell a few times.

[3_butterflies]

[She's very soft to the touch, and she takes her time floating downwards so nobody gets hurt. She even 'kneels down' once they touch the ground so he can get off easily.]

It's been a very strange time for everypony... I'm not really sure what's going on.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Oh wow that wasn't awful at all. It was actually kind of pleasant. Maybe there's something to this whole 'riding ponies' thing.

Reid lets out a soft, relieved sigh, slumping against her out of sheer exhaustion for one moment before sliding off of her (and maybe sneaking a curious touch of her wing, since oh god she has a coat but also feathers how is that possible) and leaning against the tree trunk with trembling legs.]

Do you know if Twilight has become a pony again? Or if anyone else has been teleporting? I keep on disappearing from one place and then reappearing somewhere else, invariably about ten feet from the ground.

[3_butterflies]

[She nods slowly, still looking at him with worry.]

Everyone's back to their natural form, but we can't control where we go... Nopony has any idea what's happening, and we're all just doing the best that we can...

... Maybe you should lay down, or hang on to me. So even if you leave, at least I'll go with you.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He hesitates, his hands held close to his chest. He's not used to touching people a lot, since he's hypersensitive to how things feel on his skin (thus why he tends to wear his watch on his sleeve instead of on his skin), but she's very soft, so that wouldn't really be a problem...]

You wouldn't mind?

[Still, he wants to make sure she is alright with touch too.]

[3_butterflies]

Not at all. We're friends, and friends should do whatever they can to help each other.

[She smiles sweetly, ready to do whatever it takes to be of help. i used to wonder what friendship could be~]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He hesitates, then pushes away from the trunk, gingerly resting his hand on her crest. When she doesn't randomly grow spikes or bite him or something, he lightly rests his elbow against her withers, and then puts his free hand on her shoulder. He has to lean on her a little bit, since while he hasn't broken anything, it still hurts to stand.]

Th-thanks. I--thanks.

[And since he still has moments when he has no idea whether what he's saying is appropriate for the situation or not--] Your, uh--I mean, your coat is really soft. B-but I guess I don't really have a point of reference, so maybe that's, um, that's normal for ponies. [He's not used to touching people, alright?]

[3_butterflies]

[She tries to urge him to sit down, the poor dear, and moves her wings a bit to pet at him. Almost like fingers. Yes pony anatomy is weird as hell.]

Yes, it is... We try to take very good care of our coats every day. And Pegasi have to preen their feathers every day to keep them nice and neat.

[she figures indulging his questions will help calm him down.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He is being pet by a wing. That is a thing that is happening.

Yes, sitting down is a good idea.

He slowly slides to his knees, keeping a hold on her, one finger curiously moving against her neck to feel her soft coat. The softness helps soothe him a little, but he's still very jittery.]

How do you do any of that? You don't have fingers to pick combs or brushes up, and your noses aren't built to preen feathers...

[3_butterflies]

You can be surprised what a good hoof can do.

[And to prove it, there's a stick nearby that had fallen from the tree he was in. And she picks it up.

Her hoof picks up a stick without fingers. Fuck physics.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

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...You know, I'm not even surprised anymore.

[But that's exhausting to watch after the day he's had. He rests his head against her shoulder, and he feels so heavy. He could fall asleep on top of her if they aren't careful.]

[3_butterflies]

[She's perfectly okay with that, btw. She nuzzles him a little, murmuring a lullaby.]

Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head... Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed...

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[He is being snuggled by a technicolor pony. Who is singing him a lullaby.

He has to wonder if anyone slipped him anything.

But hell, might as well go along with it. He's battered, tired, and possibly tripping. He absently touches her wings, running his fingers very lightly against her feathers, and he lets his eyes drift closed. He might pretend to not remember this part later, but right now, he's going to allow her to take care of him.]