The Fifth Sign

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Who: Anyone who wants to participate
What: The zapapple harvest!
Where: Ponyville, Sweet Apple Acres, the orchard where the Zapapple trees are growing
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

A lightning storm crackles over the orchard, lighting the sky with electricity for minutes on end. Only when it fades does a rainbow arch across the sky. As if by magic - and it may well be - the gray apples on the trees suddenly grow to three times their size and gain rainbow stripes. It looks like the zapapples are ripe and ready for picking. There's buckets and barrels in the barn - best get started before the sun goes down and they disappear.

As for that howling in the distance...well, surely it's nothing.

[Anyone can join; this plot is friendly for combatants and non-combatants alike; no tag order; further instructions as events warrant. Have fun!]

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[juniorganymedian]

Jeeves did consider the merits of Pinkie's suggestion. Removing even part of their enemies from the fray would help. The nightmares were something he'd become unwillingly familiar with facing, after all. The timberwolves were new. He caught sight of a pegasus flitting up and over the barrier with a zapapple in her hooves. When she did not return for more and the howling continued, he suspected the attempt at distraction hadn't worked.

Down fell another tree's-worth of apples as he bucked hard after pulling a group of baskets over. It was as he was huffing and hurrying to the next tree that he noted the dragon. Jeeves thought for just a moment before deciding that he could spare the moment to be of some assistance. It would be one more set of hands working.

"Do not be alarmed, sir," he called to the dragon to catch his attention. "I am going to lift you to the branches." He waited for some form of acknowledgement before just throwing the creature about.

[lessabrasive]

"These are dreams of zapapples. And there's nightmares mixed in there. I have no desire to find out what they plan on doing with this fruit!"

When Chell took off with one of the apples, the grey unicorn paused to watch. The lack of audible reaction to the tossing it over the baiier earnd a grimace from Lin. "Well. That doesn't bode well. All right, people, step it up!"

Up goes the baby dragon (the blue colour means it has to be the mouthy 'ai' from York and North's world), and Lin eyes his location carefully as she trots onwards towards the next set of trees. She hadn't meant quite that literally, but if it worked? She wasn't about to complain.

The pricklemane eyed Kri-Kri as he hopped on by, heading after his person. That made no sense.