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// 1SSRS + 2 moons, 12 dawns 
// Story: Manehattan construction, as seen by four kirin 
// by publiq 
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1SSRS + 2 moons, 12 dawns



Project status: Humming along smoothly.  We’ve made enough panels to test them for consistency; even had enough to confirm our measurements for the store’s entrance.  Pumpkin and Winter work the forge during the morning while I research the fruit economy of Manehattan.  In the afternoon, the three of us pull the completed panels over to the work site.  Katiti shows up to check her own project status boxes, but we mostly stay out of each other’s way.  She has remarked on several occasions that her textbooks need to be updated to note that kirin are equally as capable of self-management as ponies with cutie marks.  Obviously we are: we are still ponies, after all.

Romance status: No calls as close as that first night.  The shuffled sleeping arrangements each night meant that Pumpkin and I have not shared the hot bed again.  The one time we ended up in the same soft bed, it was large enough for us to ignore each other’s presence comfortably.  However, we did end up locking horns thanks to…

Buckball status: Stirring success.  The griffins next door offered us a deal: every other evening will be a veggie night.  The four of us starred as the entertainment, along with two griffins to play the opposing pegasi roles.  Since we were modifying the rules anyway, we added a new rule to nullify a goal if the defender can tell a joke that’s funny enough.  So far, I have learned that griffins love our worst jokes the most, while there does not seem to be a clear correlation between joke quality and Equestrian pony reaction.  Katiti has been the only zebra present so far, so I cannot say what makes them bray and guffaw.  What little I’ve gleaned is that zebras are highly suspicious of any species realistically capable of predation, not only those with track records of eating ponies.

Speaking of horn-locking, Pumpkin and I were on opposing teams yesterday when we collided in our haste to grab the ball.  As we pulled ourselves apart, our horns slid along each other, leaving us both in a lightheaded daze from the magical interference.  No unicorns volunteered to replace us, but a pair of earth pony stallions were quite happy to take our spot if they got a cut of the betting revenue.