[Good morning Equestrians! The sun is shining, the leaves are on the ground, the cool air abounds - it must be fall now!

And what better way to celebrate fall than to have someone randomly set up a carnival with stands outside town? No? That's not enough to get you excited? Well, then, how about a dozen horse drawn carriages with giant kegs in them? How about all the polka and accordion music in the air? How about if the stallions were wearing this and the mares were wearing these and all of the ponies in this group have heavy Germane accents and jaunty traditional Tirolerhüte hats?]

Ah, wilkommen, little ponies!

[If you hadn't guessed yet what is going on, the large chestnut pony who is the leader is now running through town, announcing themselves.]

Everypony, Ve ver going to travel to ze Manhatten, from Mulenich, Bavannia, Germaney. But ve vere in Canterlot during ze battle! Sehr gut! It vas sehr gut! Ve decide to come back here, ja? And ve decide to name the newest cider after your valiant efforts!

Behold! Ze Pale Pony Lager! Come have some! Come one, come all! Let us celebrate again die Zweisen!

IT'S OKTOBER!!

((OOC: And its our 18 month anniversary! Wow, we made it this long? And we have another proper Oktoberfest for the rest of the week! Eat, drink but not too much, Mulenich Oktoberfest ciders are legendary for their high ABV, ride rides, and be merry! Dress up in traditional clothing and put on jaunty hats! Its all up to you guys and its all totally optional! This is our little way of saying thank you for supporting us, and here's to another year and a half for great fun for everyone!))

H...H-Hello...uh...It's been...quite a busy week, hasn't it? A-At least...it has for me...

[Considering she slept through most of it.]

I-I think...everything's okay now, though...right? Everyone's...awake now?

Are you all doing all right?

( Private to the Pinkies )

[The scroll is open to show a little filly lying in front of Town Hall. She seems a little confused, and even slightly disoriented as she looks around, before looking down at herself.

When she speaks, her voice is very soft, as though she has trouble getting the words out. One really has to be listening to hear what she says.]

A-Am I in...heaven...?

[Then she slowly gets to her hooves, her legs shaking a little. Her scroll goes completely unnoticed as she lifts her head, before calling out as loud as she can.]

M...Mom...? Mom...Where are you?

[Fluttercruel opens the scroll. She's in The Decanter, sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and a full bottle of alcohol. She's not going for the booze yet, though.]

Hey. Sup? Call me Cruelly. My mom, Fluttershy is also with me, in this body.

First things first. Both of us noticed everyone freaking out and getting angry and frustrated and wanting that to end. No more secrets, no more lies, right? You really think that'll help?

...Maybe. But there's also the chance that all this anger and frustration is doing us some good.

[She takes a sip of her coffee.]

...You know what this coffee is? It's cold. Cold, black, and bitter. I really like it that way. You know why? Bitter and dark times can help you remember the good times. Every time I take a sip of bitter, I remember a hug or a slumber party, or even my cute-ceñera. So remember those dark times. Don't ever try and forget them. Hold them as close to your heart and don't let them slip away.

Now, it may seem cruel to tell you to always remember the bad, but that some cruelty is actually very kind. As I said, bitter times help us remember the good. Bitter times help us grow. They challenge us, make us stronger. And once we all emerge from the shit, we're all better ponies for it.

So no, secrets aren't bad. Neither are mistakes. Hell, I encourage secrets and lies! Bring 'em all on! I'll be glad to see you all become better when old secrets and lies end and new ones take their place.

As for me?

[She downs her coffee and then holds up the bottle of booze.]

We're going to get drunk off our asses! Anyone that wants to join us, go right ahead! Cheers!

I, Princess Luna, hereby solemnly swear never again to use my dream powers in that manner.

Thus being said, until further notice, I am... what is the word for it... abstaining, from all involvement in the crown's duties, my own duties as dreamwalker, and give up my princess rights till further notice. What has done has been done. Even the Royal Canterlot Voice is removed from my list of abilities for now.

Thou shalt treat me like any normal pony, and I welcome all retribution done for the wrong I have done.

Thus being said, I have chores to do as the fall running of the leaves is coming. Good day to you all.

- Luna, Former Princess of Equestria

Skyfire was outside and trying to skim over the contents of the communications scroll, still looking like quite the wreck. He was still adjusting to such an open form of communication and what better time to do it since he was still too sore to really do much else. Overworking like he had, was a really stupid thing to do.

And for all intents and purposes, a pronking form was seen in the distance as Pinkie was bouncing towards the river. And then, Pinkie went cross-eyed for a moment. And then she held her nose. “Skyfire, when did you bathe last?”

He looked up startled, not expecting anyone to be around at the moment and dropped the scroll, accidentally turning it on while giving Pinkie an embarrassed look. “Uh… It’s been a while. I’ve been too sore to even try.” He pauses and sniffs at himself, somewhat unsure. “It’s not that bad… Is it?”

“Sky… you smell. Which means it’s time for a cleaning!” And Pinkie pulled out a giant brush and a cartoonishly huge bottle of shampoo.

Skyfire blinks and stares a moment. How the heck does she do that? He didn’t think organics could use subspace pockets, and he made a mental note to find out more about it later. Right now he had a more immediate question. “A cleaning?”

( See the rest... )

[You may or may not have noticed a certain purple filly being unusually quiet since she returned to Equestria , and there's a..."mostly" good reason for that...."mostly". She looks a little mad next to another purplish mare with three flowers for a cutie mark.]

Ugh, see my friends will vouch for me.

Young filly, I don't care if you're from another world I will not stand idly by and see a foal risk her life so 'recklessly'. I admit I've been turning a blind eye on account most the newponies seem to be more than capable of taking care of themselves but...

What? So can I!

You were going to fight Zetta with marbles and a stick.

My planned would've worked! Look I'm grateful and all for the hospitality. But I wanna go out and see more of this place...plus I really don't wanna go back to school, it's supposed to be Summer where I'm from.

*Yep, Alastor's still looking remarkably un-demonic. Well, aside from the fact that he's wearing a pair of plastic devil horns.*

Cecil mentioned it yesterday, so I'm here to confirm that I am planning a party for Nightmare Night in the town square. It'll start just after dark, and there'll be food for everypony, Halloween games and maybe screenings of some cheesy horror flicks if people are interested. Costumes are encouraged, but you're still welcome if you don't have one.

I hope I can trust the Pinkies to help me pull this together. And Saori, Nephenee? Can I count on you two to cover the food? Anypony else who wants to bring something is welcome to, but try to keep it in the theme. I'd better not see any turkeys or pine trees.

Oh, and Applejack, is it? I'm going to need a couple bushels of apples for this.