Visual:
[There's another scroll visual on this day, fairly early actually, but this is certainly intentional on Nephenee's part, if the fact that she's clearly holding it is any indication. For a few moments, she doesn't actually say anything, seeming unsure of what to say as she looks away. And really, it's not like it's an easy topic to speak of, not after the past year -time traveled or not- on her end. When she does speak, it's not her usual happy, or even anxious, tone, and she doesn't make eye contact with the magic paper.]

...[Bloody heck, how does she even start this?]
...Um...so Ah heard today's Father's Day here an' in a few other worlds. Ah...don't want to get everypony's spirits down, but...Ah...realized there are some folks like myself that have lost a parent, or both, an'...after...relivin' losin' mine while Ah was away, Ah wanted to do somethin' for those who've lost theirs.

[That doesn't sound good. She quickly turns the scroll to show the area behind where she's standing, a large willow with painted wooden displays around it, each different colors -sky blue, earth tones, and the largest is burgundy-, each with items inside. A few might recognize them as the memorials from February, and the items are exactly as they had been then, if a few added. Preservation magic is rather useful like that. There's also a small pile of wood and paint nearby.]

These are memorials for folks that have passed on...the burgundy one is for anypony to leave items at, an' Ah wanted to remind folks it's here, if they wanted to make use of it. Or, if ya want, Ah can help make small memorials to hang from the branches.

Ah'll be here for a few hours to do rites an' such...

[Even with her out of view, her voice is strained enough that it's fairly easy to know she's holding onto calm with a slipping grip, so she decides to quickly finish.]

So...come down if ya need anythin', or lemme know if ya can't make it but wanna do somethin'...or even if ya need a shoulder.

...Thank ya for your time.

Action:
( For those receiving flowers and coming to the hill, or onlookers )

[OOC: Known CR with at least one parental figure passed to get flowers include: Bertie, Mae, Dante, Vergil, Female!Dante (she assumes), Utchy, Morgan, Yayoi, Minato, Don, Josh. Please let me know via plurk or PM if I've missed someone you think she'd know.]

Ah tis a glorious morning! And thus being said, a time for reflection upon fathers! Our parents were most glorious of ponies as they were--

[For whatever reason there was a muffle, a static, a cut out like the universe was trying to censor it and the visual went haywire and when Luna came back, well..]

And that's how Equestria was made! To you!

[Fathers Day is usually a day to celebrate. However, there's a few who refuse to celebrate. One such person doesn't because she hates him.

Fluttershy appears up on the scroll frowning.]

Um, girls? Do you, um, think we can get together for a while? Fluttercruel isn't exactly feeling okay. She refuses to take control.

Judging by the 400 percent increase in parent-related whining over the past day or so, it must be Fathers' Day. Ah, Fathers' Day. A good ol' corporate-created 'holiday' used to spur quickly regretted purchases of flashy bicycle parts and malfunctioning outdoor grills. And cold ones. I mean, I wouldn't say no to one of those. I could pretend to be someone's dad for one of those.
( ranting ahoy! )

So anyone care to tell me what this... "Father's Day" thing is all about? I'm guessin' it's just... what, honoring your father or somethin'? We never really did anything like this in Azeroth.

More importantly, is this goin' to be a common thing? Randomly celebratin' things?

What the buck is a father, anyway?

I wanna wish everyone a Happy Father's Day! I... well... I hope everyone is okay with today.

Me? Oh, I'm fine! I'm just worried about all the newponies away from their families!

Oh! And Summer's right around the corner, too!

Shy, Alastor, come on over today. Mom and dad are visiting from Canterlot. Twiley, you're invited too if you want to bring Flash and Pollo. Call it a get together.

And I guess anyone who wants to meet my mom and dad are welcome to. Mom's a librarian and dad's an architect.

Derpster, don't think I forgot bout you either. Come on over!

All right, listen up. You guys did me a solid getting me out of Fillydelphia so I owe you all one. For the most part. Gotta be some limits.

That being said, I can't get to work without my Smithing Hammer. You can't miss it: it's a s sledge the size of, well, a war hammer. Got it stolen from me during a drinking contest three months ago by a Satyr of all things.

I've kept track of it's progress and right now the Satyr, or Greg I think his name was, is somewhere in the badlands just south of Ponyville for whatever reason. I estimate you have 6 days before he moves from there, so I'm going to provide you all with a ride out to it. Get my hammer back, and we have a deal. I'll forge you anything you desire... within limits of course.

Train leaves tomorrow at sunrise. It shouldn't take more than an hour to smack some sense into Greg.