”You know what this calls for? A Party!” I exclaimed.
Of course, now I just need a good batch of Muffins to start with. Where could I get my hands on these at this time of night? Not that this would stop me from stirring up an impromptu party. I owe it to them.
Then it hit me, I am not in Ponyville, but in a very large city. A City like this doesn’t sleep, just new Ponies to take over, where the once who hit the sack slipped out of the picture. Now, that would be a dream coming true, at least for me. Just imagine the never ending party.
Since this was my first Full Moon Episode, I did not know, I had no memories to draw my wisdom from, I am only here for the three Nights of the Full Moon, although that is convenient.
Even I couldn’t stay up for even as long as a full week at a time, even if I could have a party all night. I sure do remember numerous of these parties in Ponyville, just as my character remembered them, from the occasions, when she had thrown them.
Since I am Pinkie Pie, I did not really need to dress up, it isn’t all that cold outside, this time of the year. Though I guess I could liven up the party with something fitting. Wait, if only I knew where Rarity lives, but she lives in Ponyville, and I am very far from the village, right now.
Wearing nothing but the pink coat of a WerePony curse, I moved to the door. Walking on these pink hooves is surprisingly easy, I had come to realise. If it is something in Pinkie Pie’s physiology, or if there is something more to her curious looking pink hooves. Who’s to say? Beats me. Opening and closing the door is easy peasy, just as going out and leaving my home behind. I know where it is, I will be back, soon enough. As if I could forget where it is, more than I could forget anything else?
Once I cleared the door, leaving it behind me, I continue along the hall and down a series of stairs down to ground-level. Just a strange squeak in return for each step down and along the hall.
There are a few things to get used to, like the squeaks, the perfect eye sight, the infallible memory, just for starters. Aside from this driving urge to throw parties and see everyone around me smile and hear them laughing. There is no escaping these things.
On the other hoof, why would I want to escape either of these things? They are me, it is who I am. I feel so alive, when I see them smile and hear them laugh. Shouldn’t I feel like this? If so, why?
Aside from my physical body, it is the memories and the feelings that made me into who I am. I still do have every last memory, crystal clear before me, ready to be called up any instant I need them. Not just the once from my earlier life, but also the once retained as being Pinkie Pie. I am Pinkie Pie, it isn’t just my looks and my name, it is my identity.
I am who I am and I love who I am. I enjoy every instant of it. It isn’t a matter of being prideful or full of myself. It is just that I enjoy being me and how I feel. I enjoy doing what I do. Just to see others smiling back at me, for who I am.
Maybe I did not know the consequences of the choice when I made it, or merely failed to see the full scope of them? Either way, I chose who I am now. My choices made me into what I am.
I don’t merely walk, or run down the street, like any other Human you see in the city, I bounce forth, it is after all the natural gait for me as I am. maybe it looks as if it would be slowing me down, yet I bet I will be there before you every time. Isn’t that Monster logic? The monster in the nightmare or horror film always gets there first, no matter how fast you run. I guess that image is hilarious. At least, right now it is to me.
In a big city it never truly gets dark, and the city never really sleeps. There are always scores of people up and on the move. I am just one of these. Since memory serves me, why do I need a map, compass or GPS or any such pointless and silly utilities or items? They all have to be updated, but I see the location well before they have the time.
Looking up at the moon, I realise the one truth; I am not scared of the dark and I am not afraid of the shadows, not so much because I am a creature of the dark, which I am not, it is just that I am not all that easily scared. On the other hoof, I like being scared, it is fun, just as I told Twilight Sparkle on the Nightmare Night when Princess Luna was there as Nightmare Moon.
Kind of funny, how these silly moments came to mind when they were rellvant to me. Any others probably would have found it scary or bothersome. To me it is just natural, it is who I am.
Before I would have expected these curious squeaks to scare people, or alert the wrong people of my presence, but then again, they don’t have the time to react. I am much to fast for them. Besides, my Pinkie Sense would alert me, if something was up ahead and I could avoid them if I felt the urge or the need to. On the other hoof, I am prepared, they are not. Besides, they don’t have an inkling as to how to react on me as I am now. I guess this is amusing too.
With myriads of thoughts buzzing and bubbling around at speeds approaching that of light, I am apparently giggling. Happiness is me and laughter is my element. I couldn’t avoid it as much as one may have wanted to. Why bother. I like to see you smile and hear you laugh.
The Hitomi my flesh is made out of would have tried to make sense of the situation, but the persona of Pinkie Pie doesn’t. Only now, naturally it is the persona that wins out, and every time. I don’t consider how much she will remember of this night, as if I was actually expecting to wake up as her in the morning. I merely expect to remember everything that is relevant, when it is relevant to me. I guess there is little difference between the dreams I have, and the episodes I am going through. If the memory from a dream is relevant, then I remember it, when it is relevant.
Right now, what is relevant, is what I have before me, the places I want to see, the places I want to go to. Where I can acquire the Pastries, where I can set up the Parties and what People I can incite to go. A Party needs a Location as much as it requires People to go, but I need certain items in order for the Party to take off. If I don’t have all these, there is no Party, simple as that.
Of course I know where to hold, or throw a party, just as I know where to make the point and make myself known and announce the next Party. Just as I know where to acquire each and every ingredient for the party. I may be a bit late on the announcements, but then I can as well announce the next party as well. For some reason, it hit me, I will be having a new party in about four weeks, or a month. A Moon as it would be here.
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