[Comedy][Intra-Fandom Crossover]
This is an offshoot of Starscribe's Fine Print (9,868 words at time of commentfic publication, [Romance][Drama][Slice of Life])
SUMMARIZED FINE PRINT: Tracy Maxwell is living out of his car and needs to provide an address to his new job, or he won't have one. Or enough money for gas back home. He signs a lease on a too-good-to-be-true apartment... which turns out to be in Ponyville. And his front door turns him into a pony. And his landlord is Discord.
Naturally, this led to discussion of citizenship papers in the comments.
(FoME)
It seemed bureaucracy transcended dimensions. The slow-moving line of bored people moving up to see the equally bored receptionist was a multiversal constant, even when everyone involved was a tiny, pastel alien horse.
Tracy tried and failed to take comfort in that.
When his turn came up, the receptionist barely even glanced up at him before droning the same thing she'd said to everyone in front of him: "Welcome to Ponyville Town Hall. How may we help you today?"
He'd must have rehearsed the sentence a hundred times while standing in line, but he still nearly flubbed it from how outrageous it still seemed. "Well, this, uh, this may sound crazy, but I'm what's called a human—"
"Say no more, sir." He hadn't even piqued the mare's interest beyond getting her to shuffle some papers around her desk. "Cause of dimensional dislocation?"
"Uh... Discord?"
That at least got a flash of something resembling sympathy. "My condolences." She pointed, and her voice tripled in speed. "Go to your left, office three doors on your right, ask for Addendum. Blue earth stallion, white mane, circular maze cutie mark. Ask for the Fnord-23. Fill it out and you'll have your papers in four to six business days."
"I, uh, didn't quite—"
"Next!"
(Oberth Effect)
"Dotty?"
Dotted Line looked up, thankful for the interruption for once. He wasn't sure who filled out the form before him, but the more he read of it the greater his urge to find said pony and—
Leafy stepped into the office, gingerly holding a folder as if it was about to explode. "Got a Fnord-23 for you".
Dotted closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hooves, slowly massaging his temples.
"Ponyville?"
"Ponyville."
Dotted let his head slide the rest of the way to his desk.
"... I'll just leave it on the corner of your desk here."
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So awesome...in a bureaucratic, Azorius-sort-of-way.
DOTTED! Everyone's favorite beaurocrat, still in action.
Even in a crossover, Dotted Line kicks bureacractic ass (in an offically approved Civil Service Process way)
Always happy to see Dotted Line pop up anywhere... poor bugger seems to be just as deep in the paperwork mire as ever... assisted as ever by his friend Leafy Salad, the best lawyer (and choral singer) in the Canterlot Civil Service.
That there are now multiple Fnord-23's to fill out makes me want to ship some of our finest pain medications through a portal just to deal with the Tirek-scale headache poor Dotted must be enduring.
Awfully simple being able to say "We've got another 23" for forms though. How do they tell which 23 it is?