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I wake up the next morning to some whispered voices and the sound of things being moved outside my room. I can hear some voices that do not belong to anyone I've met so far, which probably means Twilight’s plan involves other ponies. I can’t tell if that’s going to be a good or bad thing. If everyone else in this town is as high-strung as her, it’s going to be bad. Still, they could all be really relaxed and chill like Shining Armor. I really, really hope that’s the case.

I get out of bed and walk to the window. The sky is gray and it’s raining, so the weather is reflecting my mood a little bit. This also probably means I’ll be stuck inside, which just sounds absolutely awful.

“Keerthana?” Twilight asks from the other side of the door. “Do you want to come out now?”

I sigh a little. “Do you have whatever it is all ready?” I ask. “I’m not coming out unless it is.” I’m just so sick and tired of everything that’s happened in the past few days, I don’t want anymore bullshit to come flying my way. And if any does, I want to make sure that it wasn’t my fault.

“Yes, yes it is,” she says. “Do you want to come out now?”

“Sure,” I say indifferently. I can hear the deadbolt unlock and Twilight step back some. I walk to the door, brace myself for whatever she has planned for me, and put my hand on the handle. I pull it open and see Twilight, Spike, and five more ponies all standing anxiously, waiting for me.

“Well?” Twilight asks. “What do you think?”

I look at everything she’s done for me. Her small, library house looks like as lively and fun as, well, I don’t know. I’m not good with metaphors when I’m angry. There are streamers, confetti, and balloons everywhere. They’ve hung a giant banner across the ceiling that says, “Welcome to Ponyville, Kearthunah”. Oh well. At least they tried.

“Well?” Twilight asks worriedly. It’s fairly obvious that she is waiting for my approval.

I smile a little bit and nod my head slightly. “It’s nice,” I say.

“It’s ‘nice’?” a pink pony exclaims. “I wanted it to be more than ‘nice’! I wanted it to be super-ultra-magnificaroo!”

“Pinkie, it’s ‘super-ultra-magnificaroo’,” Twilight says to her. Wow, that pony’s name is “Pinkie”? Whoever is in charge of naming things here really needs to be sacked. “She’s just a bit nervous and unsure to react. How would you feel if you went someplace completely new and didn’t fit in?”

“That would be so awesome!” she screams. “I’d have tons and tons of new friends to make!”

Twilight laughs a little and looks back at me. “Anyways, I could see you were missing your friends and seemed pretty upset over it, so I got my friends together and threw you a party!”

I groan in my mind, trying not to be rude to Twilight. I want to tell her that loneliness isn’t the reason I flipped out, it’s the fact that I’m stuck here. I know if I do, though, she’ll embark on a quest of doing “just one more thing” and will never let me go. “Thank you. It’s…lovely,” I force myself to say.

“I guess lovely’s closer to super-ultra-magnificaroo than nice is,” Pinkie says contemplatively. “I’ll take it! Oh, by the way, I’m Pinkie Pie!” she says, jumping over and extending one of her hooves.

I grab her hoof in a hoof/handshake and feel a heavy tingling in my hand. I jump back and look at her foreleg, which I can see now has one of those cheesy joy buzzers on it.

“Pinkie!” Twilight yells. “I told you, no pranks!”

“Come on, Twilight!” she pleads. “It’s just one little one! Besides, who doesn’t like joy buzzers?”

“Uhh, I don’t,” I say, pretty irritated.

“Oh!” she says. “Sorry! I just looove pranking my friends, and I was hoping you would, too!”

The other pony without a horn or wings walks foreword and pushes Pinkie out of the way. “Don’ listen ta her,” she says in a pretty stereotypical farmer accent. “Mah name’s Applejack, partner. Nice ta meet ya!”

“And you,” I say softly. She doesn’t seem too bad; hopefully she’s less high-strung than Twilight or Pinkie.

“I am Rarity,” the other unicorn, this one with a heavy British accent, says. “I absolutely love your clothes! Are you a designer back on your planet?”

I look down at the jumpsuit, which is now sorta gross after a few days of me living in it. “No, I study history,” I say. “It’s just a pretty simple jumpsuit. The people who sent me here gave me it since it can withstand almost any weather, and it’s so strong.”

She marvels at it a little while longer. “It’s so fabulous! You’ll just have to show me it sometime.” I smile a little bit. She’s excited a bit easily as well, but otherwise not awful.

A pony with wings steps foreword. Given the fact that’s her hair’s a rainbow (totally not dyed, I’m sure), I can only guess her name somehow incorporates the word “Rainbow”.

“I’m Rainbow Dash!” she proclaims, with a slight air of arrogance around her. “Fastest flier in all of Equestria!”

She’s already gotten off on the wrong foot (hoof?) with me. She seems like the kind that would go around proclaiming that they don’t like to brag, and then brag about every minor accomplishment in their lives. Hope I don't have to do too much with her.

“Umm, hello,” a muffled, scared voice comes from in the crowd. Given it wasn't coming from any other ponies, I can only assume it’s coming from the pale yellow one with the copious amount of pink hair.

“Hey,” I say, trying to coax some more out of her. “What’s your name?”

She hides behind her mass of hair and whimpers something that sounds more like a squeaky toy for a dog instead of a response.

“What?” I ask. She responds by hiding and whimpering again.

“Uhh, come again?” I ask. I will admit; she’s starting to make feel really awkward now.

“She’s Fluttershy,” Twilight says. “She’s…kind of shy around new ponies, so new humans, you can only imagine.”

Twilight looks at me with a friendly smile. “If you would please, just stay here for this. I think we can all show you that while Equestria might not be the same as Earth, it’s still very nice.” All the others walk up beside her and smile at me. “Will you give us a chance?” she asks.

I sigh, then smile a little bit. “Okay. I’ll try to stay here for a little bit.”