Title:           Journal 2: On Arrival
Author:          SnowBlind
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First Edit:      Saturday 18th of January 2014 06:54:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 18th of January 2014 06:54:25 PM CDT

#FourCannonInn @ 01-18-14 Entry 1
 
I have friends now, I think. They're cool and all.
 
The Inn was full of ponies just like me when I got in. One in particular, the owner, Mary, is a gray unicorn like me. Cute as fuck... would cuddle... She just gave me this soup. Delicious. She's a trap maker and puppeteer. I can't figure out how those two professions work together. For the winter, she's been spending more time as the inn keeper. I should try some moves on her... wait, what moves? I have nothing. Damn...
 
Well, I have more of a chance with a zebra mare named Flora. She's the town florist, except she said something about them keeping me "on my toes". I asked her what that meant... well, I actually asked her what kind of flowers she had. "The type that explode or eat you." New fetish get... Aww yiss...
 
- Entry 2 -
 
Foxtrot. You know, should I go on about her? She's hot and all but extremely fucking annoying. No.
 
Anyway, I was looking at the bulletin board. There's actually a bulletin regarding pregnant mares, offering services to them. Well, that's interesting. It seems to implying there might be a number of pregnant mares around. Mares that used to be human males. Just something to think about.
 
The classes they're offering here are of interest, I'll have to sign up. Maybe next week. Before that, I need to find some way to get income, and I don't want to be dancing in a circle to get it, if you know what I mean?
 
God, I'm stupid.
 
Entry Final:
 
You know, fuck classes right now. I need a JOB. I talked about it briefly with the barkeep (Booze, of course) and a... a goddess I think.
 
Too tired to think. Need sleep. Night.