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"Hi everypony!" Pinkie called, waving her hoof from where she stood atop a 1400 pound cheese wheel just inside the door to the Danger Shop. "Welcome to our very last Adventures Through History class! I figured that we'd better go out with as big a history-packed bang as we could, so today we're honoring seven whole awesome parties from Earth history!"

Yep, the pony had discovered Cracked.com. This might just end in tears. Drunken, inappropriate tears.

"We've got Andrew Jackson's giant cheese wheel," she said, gesturing to the cheese beneath her hooves. "We've got Moscow's sea of vodka!" She pointed over to one side, where the students would see a short street lined with onion-domes and excited Russian revelers holding bottles. It was possible she wasn't entirely clear on what vodka was. But don't worry, it's only illusory vodka. No one would be leaving class drunk, today. "We've got Henry VIII of England and Francis I of France's Field of Cloth of Gold!" This time, it was a giant tent -- though not as giant as history would say the tent should be -- painted to look like a castle, in which there were huge tables full of food and knights riding about waiting to joust. "We've got Philadelphia's Constitution party!" Ben Franklin and George Washington were in that direction, pretending to fence with a couple of chamber pots. "The first show at the Colosseum!" An arena in miniature, in which toy boats were shooting at each other. "Alexander the Great at Perseopolis!" He hasn't started burning anything down yet, but the bunch of Macedonian soldiers hanging out in that corner were definitely starting to look tipsy. "And the last great bash of the Wari people!" These guys, on the other hand, had set a fire, a nice, contained bonfire they were throwing cups at. "So lets get down, get funky, and celebrate history!"

And Pinkie started dancing on the cheese.

As you do.

[ooc: What? It was, like, the first link to come up when I googled "famous parties of history". OCD is up and possibly far too extensive. Party on, class.]
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Students entering class today would find the Danger Shop set up as a giant, prehistoric marshland, filled with towering trees, primordial fog, and dragonflies the size of predatory birds. Pinkie stood proudly on a small, lumpy island in the midst of it all, looking pleased as punch.

"Welcome back, everypony! To the Stone Age!"

Look, just humor her, okay?

"The Stone Age is the really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really --" *GASP!* "-- really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really early age of history for humans, back when they all rode around on giant dragon-y things named dinosaurs and made garbage disposals out of pigmy elephants! But riding around on dinosaurs is way more fun than cleaning kitchens, so that's what we're going to do, today! Come on out, Patty!"

The island Pinkie was standing on suddenly started shaking, and then grew -- and grew and grew and grew and grew, then seemed to sprout eyes and a nose and a really, really, really long neck, with Pinkie still on top.

"THIS IS PATTY!" she shouted down at the class. "SHE'S A BRONTOSAURUS, WHICH ACCORDING TO THE INTERNET IS THE VERY BEST DINOSAUR TO HAVE! I THINK 'CAUSE SHE'S SO BIG AND SHE SELLS GASOLINE!" She jumped back and slid down Patty's neck not unlike she was surfing down a giant wave, landing on Patty's damp back, where a saddle could be seen. "We have all sorts of dinosaurs in here," she said, "all set for you to ride on! See what kind you can find, and then take a trip around the Stone Age! Last one to the mountain's a rotten dimetrodon egg!" And Patty started lumbering off, her tail dragging on the ground behind her, pushing trees aside with her massive feet to reveal the shape of a craggy mountain in the distance.

Better get dinosaur hunting.

[ooc: OCD is coming DINOSAURS]
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Students arriving in class today would find the Danger Shop set up to look like a perfectly normal, albeit brightly colored apple orchard.

Or, well, perfectly normal albeit brightly colored if you left out the apples so large they were bending the treetops to the ground, the corn field rapid-firing popped kernels at the students, or the cotton candy clouds pouring down chocolate milk rain. Or, say, the rampaging long-legged rabbits, balletic buffalo, floating pies and checkerboard hills.

Were all those there a minute ago?

"Omigosh!" Pinkie cried, prancing from hoof to hoof and doing her best not to get distracted by chocolate milk puddles and floating pies. "Would you look at this place? It's like someone punched the nonsense button on the Danger Shop! But believe it or not, this is just what my home, Ponyville, once looked like, thanks to an ancient force of Chaos out for revenge, Discord!"

An evil laugh echoed through the Danger Shop as a towering draconequus appeared from a ball of light. "That's right, everypony!" he crowed. "And now it's your job to help get rid of me! But watch your backs, I'm very tricky!" And he vanished from sight again, just in time for the sun to set and the road the students stood on to turn to wet soap.

Pinkie glided back a few steps. "You heard him!" she said. "You've got to work out how to get rid of him and get Ponyville back to normal! . . . Or you could just hang out and enjoy the popcorn and chocolate rain. I know which one I'm gonna do!"

[ooc: OCD is coming CHAOS!]
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Students coming into the Danger Shop today would find it set up like a mad scientist's workshop, complete with buzzing tesla coils, a jacob's ladder, and strange looking amorphous bits floating in jars. Pinkie herself sat behind an old rolltop desk, wearing a giant white beard and poking her hoof at an extremely old telephone. A freestanding roll chart stood behind her.

"Welcome, everypony! Today's class will be an adventure indeed, filled with passion! Intrigue! Racing! And -- goats?!"

That last bit came out as a horrified squeal when the Danger Shop was suddenly invaded by a tribe of evil goats. They stormed through the door, knocking over equipment and floaty jar things with wild abandon, knocking poor Pinkie off her chair and gleefully eating her antique telephone and free standing roll chart.

It was all extremely terrible, especially considering how the roll chart had been full of fun facts about Alexander Graham Bell, like the fact that he came from a family of elocutionists and had become fascinated with sound transmission and communication in part thanks to his deaf mother and wife. Or the fact that he narrowly beat out Elisha Gray for the patent for the telephone, some said by nefarious means. Or how he went on to work on many other projects, making contributions in the fields of magnetism, aeronautics, and medicine (though some of his contributions to the later weren't all sunshine and rainbows!). It was, in fact, a well thought out and put together presentation full of detail (gleaned from Wikipedia) and not too many assumptions, beyond the mad scientist setting, but no one would ever see it, because of the evil, evil goats.

It was punching time.

[ooc: Yeah, I totally couldn't resist. Goats are moddable, and OCD is up!]
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"Welcome, welcome," Pinkie said, greeting the students by the door as they entered. "Quick, come in, it's freezing out there!"

No. No it really, really wasn't. But then, Pinkie was wearing what looked like a giant pudding cup on her head, so she really couldn't be considered an authority.

The Danger Shop had been set up to resemble the interior of a medieval town hall, this time, with wooden galleries lining the tall stone walls, filled with what looked like colorful medieval pony serfs arranged in three sections: unicorns, behind a banner displaying an elegant unicorn profile; pegasi, behind a banner of a dramatic white pegasus on a blue field; and earth ponies, behind a banner decorated in images of a peaceful farm field all set for the planting season. As the students gathered, Pinkie handed some of them unicorn horns attached to headbands, some of them pegasus wings on backpack straps, and some of them . . . nothing at all. A gaping, old-timey costume chest was overflowing with an odd assortment of regal cloaks, Roman centurian armor, and Elizabethan collars, and Pinkie encouraged all the students to raid it before she finally got things started.

"Welcome," she said again, "to the Great Pony Summit! )
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Students entering the Danger Shop for Pinkie's workshop today would find themselves on the deck of a grand -- and not even remotely historically accurate -- three-masted sailing vessel. There were ropes! There was rigging! There were masts and sails and a whole lot of barrels!

Each barrel, in fact, held a lovely lacy table cloth and a delicate little Georgian tea set. Looking out over the bow of the ship, the students would see a golden dome glinting in the moonlight.

Pinkie bounced up from below decks wearing a curly white wig and a lovely blue and yellow jacket with far too many buttons. "Hi, everypony! This is our first day of Adventures Through History! The class where you don't just learn about history, you get to live it! I'm Pinkie Pie, your professor, and welcome . . ." She paused dramatically for effect. A drum roll played. ". . . to the BOSTON TEA PARTY!"

Somewhere out there, Twilight Sparkle was face-hoofing like mad.

"That's right, apparently the Founding Feathers got a whole country started with a tea party, so I figured why not get our class started the same way? We've got lots of different kinds of tea, like Earl Grey, which isn't actually Earling anything, and oolong, which is just fun to say. Oolongoolongloolongoolong! So grab a costume, pick a barrel --" she had to pause here to giggle over how much that sounded like 'pickle barrel' "-- and get partying! Oh! And maybe talk about what kinds of things you'd want in a country you were just starting. Like balloons!"

Who needed introductions when there were costumes and tea to be had and countries to found? Really now.

"Oh! And hopefully there's a Cara around here, somewhere, 'cause she's signed up to be a TA. If anyone else wants to help, let me know! The more the merrier!"

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