The rocky bits, Tuesday evening

[notmyownage]

Claudia . . . was still hiding out in the rocky bits. She was getting a bit more towards sickly pale than flat out gray, now, and her finger nails had mostly returned to normal, but her teeth were still very much of the sharp, pointy variety and she kept being tempted to try to eat raw fish straight out of the water, so she was figuring it was not yet time to return to dorms.

Maybe she'd just set up her own little hermit cave here. No one would miss her, anyway. Well, not until Artie noticed that no one had inventoried the Warehouse for awhile, anyway, and that could be ages.

[ooc: for . . . me, pretty much. Yes.]

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[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had decided to go for a walk around some of the lesser visited parts of the island before her hat class. Ponyville wasn't anywhere near a beach, rocky or otherwise, so getting to visit one was quite a treat. And the rocks reminded her a bit of home. She oohed and ahed over a particularly interesting bit of sea glass, then turned to offer a cheerful greeting to a hermit crab.

Fandom was so much fun!