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Who: Cygnus and ALL THE PONIES. All of them.
Where: Outside the Cygnus dorms
When: Day 202, late afternoon/early evening
What: ALL THE PONIES

[there is a young lady who may or may not have noticed yet that there are more ponies than usual wandering around. Oddly coloured ones, at that...]

Did I miss something?

((OOC: COME TO ME, PONIES, basically Rin is a horse attractor. It's kind of like how Watanuki gets spirtual beings all up in his personal space, except with less deliciousness and more HEY YOU SEEM INTERESTING.))

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[Tilts his head, assessing target...]

[target is approaching! And, partially hidden by her mane, is sporting healing gashes on her back]

Akito-kun? I was kind of hoping to see what you'd look like . . .

[PAUSE and a blank look... not many people call me by that name...]

[. . . Seriously? SIGHS]

It's Yayoi.

AH!

.... to be fair, I have an excuse this time.

I know, I know. I can't really blame you.

Ahhhh, of course you look pretty too...

I AM a little curious too... what I'd be like.... But this is fun too.

Mm . . . And maybe there'll be another game like this again. That kid likes to change us like this a lot.

I hope so too, it's probably just as fun to just really run.

Can I pet you?

Maybe . . . I haven't tried yet.

You can if you want to.

I do. I decided it is my mission... if not in life than for the next 24 hours.

[laughs]

Then go ahead.

[Reaches over and runs his fingers through her mane.]

You SHOULD try, what good is it if you don't get to have fun?

I would, but I don't think I could do it for very long right now . . . And I don't want to wear myself out before we know what else he wants us to do.

... That makes it sound like a job.

Isn't it like one? Everyone's working hard to earn whatever he gives us.

Well... it's not a GAME.. So you can do with it what you like.

But if it's something useful . . . That's just as important as getting a memory.

Well! I suppose it's more the matter of necessity.

Or what's being offered.

But we never know what's being offered.

Exactly! Imagine at the end of this, all that's offered is straw. And you didn't play at all.

They wouldn't really do that, would they?

I don't really trust either the black team or who they work for.

Ah . . . I can't blame you.