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"-ter wrap-up, winter wrap up~" sings the little green and pink pony as she backs into the bar, despite the fact that it is neither winter nor is she wrapping it up. It's a little unclear what she actually is doing, though, given that she's covered, head to toe, in mismatched socks - on her head, in her mane, overflowing out of her saddlebags.

"Cause it's time for spring cleaning~!" she finishes happily before it occurs to her that this isn't the outside of her house (though it might make a good place for sorting out her sock collection regardless). It's just that, well, there's so many animals here - new ones, ones she hasn't even heard of in filly tales. Even though it's in her nature to be friendly (even with new things!), she can't help trotting backwards a few nervous steps before gathering her courage and heading for the nearest one.

"Hi! I'm Minty! I'm from Ponyville, which is right through that door -" she points a hoof back where she came from, dislodging a couple socks in the process, "- and I was wondering if you could tell me where I am!"

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Elrond looks down and manages not to stare.

Then he gets down on one knee and says, "This place is called Milliways. And my name is Elrond Half-elven."

He has met one of these colourful creatures before. It did not seem quite as friendly though. Neither was it covered in stockings.

He will refrain from trying to figure out why a hoofed creature might need such.

Because they're comfortable and colorful and snuggly-warm, of course! Asking that would be silly!

"When did you move in? I would have brought a welcome basket if I'd known." A welcome basket of delicious, delicious candy. But wait! She does have something she can offer!

Everybody likes socks, right?

Whatever she is, she is indeed a very friendly creature.

He smiles. "I do not live here. This is a place where travelers may rest awhile. Not unlike an inn or tavern."

The word tavern doesn't exactly ring any bells for her, but she sure knows 'inn'!

"Oh! So where are the rooms and the innkeeper? I wasn't planning a trip, but I sure am now!"

She loves traveling! And she didn't even have to pilot a hot air balloon to get here this time! :D

"There are rooms," he says with a smile. "But instead of an inn-keeper, here they have Bar. She may look like a regular Bar but she can communicate via notes."

Minty makes a face like ":O".

"I didn't know bars could talk!"

That was really rude of her, ignoring them all this time. D:

She seems very young. With all that - energy.

He smiles reassuringly. "I do not think they normally can. This place has a magic of its own that lets visitors understand one another, even when they do not speak the same tongue. And many do not, as we arrive here, not only from different hamlets or villages or towns or halls, but from different worlds altogether."

She headtilts at him.

"Like the moon...?"

Because that would be scary. D: Nightmare Moon lived there!

"I have not met anyone here who called the Moon their home. But I have met people who travel between the stars."

There is a pony.

It's in his face.

Oh frag, there is a pony in his face!

And the accursed thing is singing! And talking! At him!

He's so shocked the only thing he can do is stare with his mouth gaping like a fish.

It's gotta be a dream. A really bad one.

Minty smiles up at him brightly. He's green! Therefore, he is the best person for the job of introducing her to Milliways, because green people gotta stick together, right?

She makes a face like ":D?"

They told him there were ponies here. He filed that information in the "don't think about it and you won't lose your mind" folder.

It's a good coping strategy that's sadly not going to work tonight.

Maybe if he closes his eyes and counts backwards to zero it will disappear when he opens them?

"Hellooooo?"

Maybe he's deaf! In that case, maybe she should try writing to him.

If she can find paper and a pen.

Hmmmm.

....three ....two ....one ....zero.

By the User it's still there!

And wants him to respond.

He tries to say something—anything—in the hopes that it will go away if he does—

—but all that comes out instead is a static-y garble.

By carefully grasping a pen in her mouth, she writes out "HELLO, MY NAME IS MINTY" on her piece of paper and holds it up for his inspection.

He's still staring at you, Minty.

Drastic measures are necessary here.

"Hi!"

Oh that voice came from the booth to Minty's left.

What. He doesn't spend ALL his time lurking in the rafters.

"I'm Tyler, and welcome to Milliways."

"Hi!"

Yay, he's closer in size to her! That's a lot easier to deal with. "I just came through to sort out my socks, but I'm here instead and I guess I'm dressed all wrong for the occasion!"

To punctuate her statement, a few socks fall off her head.

"It's a magic door, it does that sometimes to people. Surprising them, I think it likes it."

He's just going hop out of the booth and pick up those socks off of the floor for her.

"You want some help with those?"

"Of course! I collect them." A giggle. "I was going to sort them, but then I ended up here instead!"

She twists around so she can look at it properly before turning back to Tyler. "I'm a pony! What are you?"

What can she say? She's never met a human before!

"I'm a human, lemme get that basket on the booth and no one'll mind if you sort your socks here." He's already picking up some of the other socks and laying them out on the table in the booth.

His fries and chicken tenders just get pushed to the side so he can enjoy them while she sorts.

"Well, hi there, Minty!" says Ray, who happened to be seated not far off. "Welcome to Milliways! My name's Ray, and I'm from New York City."

He's got a glass of something dark green and fizzy and faintly opalescent, and it might smell a little fruity if one really tried to sniff for it. It's all that's left of breakfast.

"Is that near Fillydelphia?"

Minty approves of green things! She trots towards him, shedding socks on the way.

"Mmm, probably not," says Ray after some thought. "There's another city with a similar name not all that far away, but it sounds a little different. At least, if Fillydelphia has other ponies like you in it."

Ray's world has a lot of different nonhumans to choose from, most of them dead or from other dimensions, but so far no brightly colored talking ponies.