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 Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:37 am
 The unicorn was very rarely indecisive about things. When asked to "donate" her genes, she didn't hesitate and promptly offered hers, thinking there were such a wide variety of phonies in existence hers couldn't possibly ever be used. And then one day, blister packs arrived at her home. She'd checked the labels and found yes, they were indeed hers and one other phony's. Which explains why Sea Whip was standing in front of Latte's home. Well, not quite in front, more like along the path leading to said home. She was on the way, trotting at an amiable pace, hiding the fact she was nervous and unsure about the whole thing. grasshopper pie Reply whenever you want heart
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 3:21 pm
Latte herself had been considering gene donation but, to her knowledge, had never participated. Imagine her surprise when she was called to retrieve a pair of blister packs. She had been staring down at them for quite some time now, the cafe closed down the road. What was she meant to do? These were... children? Who was Sea Whip, anyway?
Luckily, she was an easy phony to find. It was hard to ignore the similarities between the phony at her door and the little figures in her blister packs.
So this was Sea Whip. She offered a nervous smile.
"Well, hello there..."
This was going to be an interesting encounter.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 5:39 pm
The unicorn gave the earth phony a small smile, though it didn't do much to soften the green phony's sharp features. "Hello," Sea Whip began, her horn glowing slightly as the blister packs floated to the front. "It looks like, ah," and here comes the awkward part. She hesitated for a moment, then taking a deep breath, she continued, "Our genes were harvested for blister packs." There. That wasn't so hard, was it? But stating the obvious rarely was so did that mean that wasn't the awkward part Sea Whip had been anticipating? "I'm not very experienced at being a parent. And I'm not exactly very good at dealing with fillies and colts." She didn't sound like she was apologizing, if anything, she sounded very matter-of-fact about it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 5:50 pm
"Ah... yes."
Really, how else could one react to that? It was fact. She motioned for Sea Whip to enter.
"Please, come inside. We definitely have things to talk about." A nervous little giggle followed as Latte began to lead the mare toward their other packs.
"Four things." She had been hoping it was only two, really.
"I'm... I'm good with babbies, I think. I mean. So far. I've never had my own. I didn't even know... did you? How did they get your genes?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:37 am
The unicorn nodded as she followed after the earth mare and entered the home. It was a lot warmer than Whip's little shack, both figuratively and literally, and even to someone like the unicorn it looked the better option for raising the babbens. Whip looked visibly relieved to learn Latte's skill with the fillies and colts, "That's wonderful!" And it was, really. The unicorn wasn't sure what they'd do if they were both... babby-dealing-challenged. "And no, this batch would be my first ever blister packs. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised since I volunteered my genes but I didn't think mine would be picked so soon." The look on her face indicated she meant what she said and what she was about to say. "I promise you, even if I won't be very good with babbens, I will do all I can to pull my weight."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:23 am
For a moment, Latte's gaze turned toward the wall. So Sea Whip had donated her genes? How in the world had they gotten hers, then...?
Well, there was nothing to be done about it now! She had blister packs now, and it was her duty to raise them into adulthood the very best she could. She sighed with relief when the unicorn offered her assistance, a smile even gracing her face. Oh, good. Good, good. Ger genes could have been matched with someone much worse.
"How are we going to... I mean. Where do you live? How are we going to..." She trailed off, eying the blister packs. It wouldn't be quite fair to split them all up, would it? Sure, it might seem easy now, but when they were adorable little foals and fillies they were real live phonies.
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