Doing the Dirty Work [Open!]

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How did Applejack stand working so hard around the farm? Her secret was simple: combining work and play. She'd brought the same styl to Hydroponics, where she'd sectioned off a small patch of the ground to be a place for some of the animals to play. The grass was dug up and seeds were planted elsewhere, water was poured, and Applejack herself was pounding her legs into the dirt. Making mud! Her bright orange coat was now coated in brown, and the longer she worked, the further she sank.

But this wasn't very fun. Back home, she'd done---yeah, that was what was missing! She hopped out of her little mud pit, tracked dirt across the grass, and set off at a fast trot. "Yee-haw!"

If anypony happened to be hanging about, they'd be splattered when the large pony came crashing down, rolling in her little pit of dirt. Her hat sat some distance to the side, miraculously untouched by the splattering of mud. Surely most would know to stay away from such a display.

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[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

He nods and then shakes his head, as if trying to argue with some other person as well as agree with Applejack.

"Damn right I'm good. I'm the effing top ace, you know? That's why this is such a thorn, since I should be able to crack down on it." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, inadvertently getting mud in it. "Our boss, Billy, and Tim Drake and this Shoutarou homie. I kinda need to impress all three of them."

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"And I'm sure you will," Applejack tried to soothe. "Just relax, huh?"

She sees the mud in his hair, but she declines to comment. "Take a breather. Have a liedown under the sky...well, as close to the sky as we get around here. It'll come."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Good idea, homegirl." Punchy realizes he's getting mud in his hair. He shrugs and takes her advice - and flops straight onto his back into the rest of the mud.

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"That's it," she encourages with a laugh. "That squelching mud always helps me think. You've got a whole sky above ya, just think! Everything can be done out there. I just wish I knew more about your stuff."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Can you even type? Not meaning to ig on you or nothing, but I'm just curious how these omnicomm bizzles work for someone with hooves. Or do you type with your nose?" Applejack's right. That is a beautiful, wide sky above their heads, fake or not. He closes his eyes for a moment.

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"I use that text to speech thing," she explains. "Just talk at it and it posts. It's a bit tricky to work, though."

She keeps looking over at him, wishing there was more she could do. "No clues in those omnicoms?"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"...I wonder if using that could disable the spellchecker bot the boss man installed on mine. Not like I'd want it to, but it'd be breezy every once in a while to sound like myself, you dig?"

He shakes his head. "I been over that shit twenty times. Unless you wanna lend a pair of eyes?"

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"Can't say I'd understand it," she sighed, "but I'll give it a try."

She had no comment on the omnicoms, as she barely noticed how hers worked. She just...talked and ran with it.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

He takes off his muddy gloves and pulls his omnicomm out of his pocket, bringing up a readout of all the code he's looking at. That's probably useless to Applejack, so he brings up his notes on the code instead. Maybe she can make some connection he can't.

He holds it out for her to see.