Scene #779: Desert Happy Fun Lost Times

Owner	Pose
Pinkie	The deserts is a harsh and unforgiving place. This is equally the same in the western frontiers of Equestria. The bleak and grim world where ponies are at each others throats only makes the risk of bandits and murderers even worse. Pinkie Pie's last known location seemed to ping from somewhere in the badlands east of Appleloosa, and going to Appleloosa itself is probably a BAD IDEA from how wary the locals seem of strangers. At least by night the desert heat is bearable, if arid and dry. The trail is difficult to pick up, but it's not like a lot of people come this way. There are footprints in the sand, still fresh-ish.
Pinkie	Somewhere on that wind that scent can be picked up. She's close. That much is evident, as the trio join forces on the hunt for Pie. This hunt doesn't take too long, thankfully. Turns out, the group is just a few dunes over from what sounds like... Screaming? Loud, shrill, ear piercing. Someone must be in danger. Far off in the distance in the OPPOSITE, the smoke of a large fire can be seen, most likely the buffalo locals judging from the chanting and drum beats off in that direction.
Pinkie	Closer and closer, as it turns out... The screaming is not screaming. It's singing. It's BAD SINGING. It's more like shouting really. Pinkie Pie is here, in human form, just sort of laid out on the sands. There's a buzzard nearby, and it looks like it got REALLY beat up, but the two are having a grand old time. Because there's a large cactus nearby, and it looks like Pinkie's shoved a nozzle spout into it. There's a cup in her hand and a cup by the buzzard. "EIGHTY NINE BAGS OF OATS ON THE WALL! EIGHTY NIN BAGS OF OATS! YOU TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, EIGHTY EIGHT BAGS OF OATS ON THE WALL!" The buzzard is singing(?) With her in a series of "BRAWK!"s and "SQUAWK!"s The hurried hustle of the trio en route makes the clown sit up. Her mask is off, laying face down in the sand at her side, but all those curls cover her face just fine. Nevertheless, she reaches for it and fumbles to put it back on. "OH HI! WANT SOME CACTUS JUICE?!"
Pinkie	Up she goes, mug in hand, sloshing its green contents about. "O-one more song! Come on!" It looks like she doesn't wanna go, and it's almost comical how she tries to hold onto the cactus as she's hoisted. "EIGHTY EIGHT BAGS OF OATS ON THE WALL... Wait no, one more cup! It's like a party in my mouth and everyone's invited!" Try as she might though, it's easy to detach the wiggly pink clown, spilling her drink everywhere. It is, as Dastan says, probably for the best. "Oh... OH!" She says, squinting at the prince and his companion. "YOU GUYS CAN DO HANDSY HOOFSIES TOO?"
Pinkie	"Bweeeeeeeheeheeheeee. I live in the shadows between smiles." The pink pony-girl titters, while wobbling. "Where the dead always laugh last." Yeah she's had too much. Maybe back to the other Equestria might be for the best. Who knows where she'd lead off to in this state, ... And then she pauses. And starts giggling wildly. "--Hahaha! Horse of a different color! I GET IT!"
Pinkie	Into the passenger seat she goes and... Pinkie rolls to sit upside down, legs up, and with her face under the dash. Well it's better than nothing, as she points a foot at the prince. "Oh huh that's not normal. Outsiders normally don't do that-- maybe if you think about it suuuuuuuuper hard you might turn back?" Pinkie gives jazz hands. Except upside down.