It was supposed to be a simple get-together. Moondancer, Lyra, Minuette, Twinkleshine, and Lemon Hearts were going to meet their old friend Twilight at a local bookstore and then go out for dinner. But somepony had the bright idea of hitting up a bar beforehand.
And then the bookstore turned out to be one of those seedy establishments peddling magic books that suck unsuspecting readers into the narrative. Oops.
Now these five mares are stuck in a maze, one built from the plots of dozens of different books. Fortunately, as graduates of Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, they’re ideally suited to escape this literary labyrinth... Or they would be, if they were a little more sober.
This is yet another exquisite corpse, so don't expect this to make too much sense. At least this time, we didn't write something that's completely impenetrable if you haven't read all our prior fanfics. Instead, we wrote something that's completely impenetrable if you haven't read a bunch of literary classics! We're moving up in the world.
Cover art kludged together by Meta Four, with apologies to Nicholas Gurewitch, The Smiling Pony, 90Sigma, and Tardiface.
Points lost for not making that instance of the word house the proper color.
I'm just going to assume that this is what actually happens in the Voynich Manuscript.
Wat is that title even.
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Ohai. Would you recommend this?
Exquisite madness all around! Though I do wonder whatever happened to Trevor.
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Whole-heartedly.
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The description of the Vonyich spa reminds me of the scholarly interpretation that the Manuscript is a text on women’s health. I only heard about it last year, when a hoaxer claimed they’d decoded the Manuscript, but apparently that’s been a common interpretation for a while. Not sure if that’s what Kegisak was going for, though.
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Ooh! That's unexpected. I will definitely stick a bookmark in it for tomorrow, then!
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Trevor makes his own dimension-hopping juice. I’m sure he can get back home just fine on his own.
The story of my whole grasp on reality and How I recognize causality and literature.
Leviathan, basically.
How does this not have any comments!? That was fantastic!
Lyra the Vampone!
That was great. It's a shame it couldn't be included in the fic proper.
A deep shame this couldn't be included. Lyra the Fremen (Frepon?) would've been amazing. Thanks for the look at the cutting room floor.
I really appreciate how this leans into the whole idea of writing an exquisite corpse. Like, this kind of story is precisely why you would have a bunch of people try to write something together.
I find it hard to believe Aragon was not involved in this monstrosity, as the last third or so sounds exactly like his writing. :B
Given the chaos at the end it wouldn't have been surprising if Sheogorath rode the Narwhale like he once claimed to have done is his youth.