Rooms

[Group lock to Ashleigh D and Pinkie P]

Doing okay?

[Locked to Eddie N]

How is everything in Gotham?

[Public]

I'm looking for [Nothing posted.]

[After talking with Pinkie, Jack made sure not to include meat in any of their dishes, out of respect for the little pink haired pony. Instead, across the surface of the picnic table by his firepit were bowls filled with salad, cut vegetables, even homemade potato salad, as well as some cut and whole fruits. Of course no party was complete without cupcakes (mostly for Pinkie and Ashleigh, Jack wasn't a huge fan of the sugary deserts) and after a few minutes of waffling, Jack brought out glasses of water, though he left the milk in the cold box.

It'd been a long time since he'd had a dinner party and this wasn't quite like any of the ones he had before. This wasn't champagne and tuxes and chaffeurs to take someone from the party to home like he was used to with his father. But, even with them not here yet, he was finding himself enjoying this more. It was a good sign. A positive sign, and he called Spot away from the table where he was sniffing as he opened his cabin door to the hotel for his visitors.]

[Locked to Pinkie P]

Did you still want to come over?

It is so empty here. You are all out there, in worlds I cannot fathom. I do not know why I remain.

[public]

this isn't gotham

i'm a pony

kitty alice mousey iris riddle man i'm a pony!

( cut for pony pic! )

[Locked to Eddie N]

I've read it. Is there anything you want to tell me that isn't in here?

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

Have you ever heard of a pony world?

[Locked to Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle]

So do you both come from the same world?

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

Did you make it over?

[Locked to Iris M]

Iris?

[Locked to Pinkie P]

How go the [...] cupcake pencils?

[Public and locked away from Pinkie]

Definitely going to need a horse.

(in loopy handwriting and dark purple ink)

Dear Princess Celestia,

Many strange things are happening here in Ponyville. A magical journal has shown up on my desk and from what I can tell, people are able to talk to each other across great distances. Other than having magical properties, I haven’t been able to see anything otherwise unusual about it. I write here in hopes that you have one too, or maybe any other pony who might get this message to you.

I haven’t seen Spike or any of my other Ponyville friends today, but other than that, everything seems to be normal. I’m hopeful they’ll show up sooner or later. One thing I have learned is that true friendship can never keep close ponies apart! Still, I hope everything and everypony in Canterlot is okay and I look forward to your next letter.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

[In very ordinary, flatly American print.]

Sadly, this is not the weirdest thing to ever happen to me.

Who: Newcomers and old guests
What: A welcoming place
Where: The hotel
When: Always
Warnings/Rating: TBD. Please place any required warnings in headers.

( No matter the time, the place, or the universe, the hotel has drawn them here. And what a hotel! )

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