Pick.

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Pinkie Pie is up at the crack of dawn, banging about in the kitchen and baking something enormous, sugar-sweet and yet perfect for an early breakfast. When she emerges with stacks of wheatcakes, a mountain of donuts and a big pile of waffles she's splattered with batter and giggling.

Naturally, she's not shy about sharing. Ask and you shall likely receive.





Juliet's been jogging around the lake, trying to burn off some job-related tension. In the late morning sunshine she's glistening in her purple sweats, somehow invigorated instead of being exhausted by her exercise.

Later she can be seen shouldering a crossbow and a large rifle.

Find her jogging or later, on the range. Interrupt her...carefully.





When the sun's high in the sky Eponine emerges from her quiet room. It's too pretty to stay inside, and besides that she's learned as much as she's willing to about the world around her, having ransacked the library for fresh information and absorbed all her brain can.

The sunshine doesn't suit her as well as the midnight world of the Parisian streets, but she manages to radiate life and mischievous energy anyway. She's by the stables, watching the horses, remembering the time she tried to steal one and whiling the time away, searching for a new purpose.

Please distract her.





Dixie comes through her door early in the evening, dressed to the nines in a blue satin dress and secretly hoping that the bar might materialize. She's utterly dying for a drink, and when she asks Bar for one she's presented with an array of options.

She's still barside a few moments later when she's presented with a large, smoking martini glass filled with blue liquid. Tucking her hands against her hips, she declares, "I don't suppose anyone knows if a gal can really wet her whistle with this?" She can't allow herself to be poisoned with the midnight show still ahead of her.





It's supposed to be a secret, which is why Clementine is sneaking into the bar deep into the evening, dragging with her a mountain of luggage behind her. She's hoping to reduce the number of witnesses to her escape from the turmoil of her upcoming Reno trial into the comparative quiet of Milliways.

But she didn't think about how heavy her suitcases might get. Or how long the staircase to her room might be.

"Crap. Crap crap crap!"

Anyone willing to help out a lady in semi-distress?



[OOC: I tried to take a tending on Saturday, then one on Monday - both fell through due to construction mishaps and general stress related to home repairs. Consider this an apology and a replacement for those posts - all of my characters, all in one post. OTA and open forever, be sure to say who you want when you tag in!]