[The scroll seems totally dark at first, with nothing more than a few whirring noises. Light appears as a small robotic race-car-like contraption rolls off of the scroll - unrolling those without limbs is rather difficult.]

Hello? No, that isn't it. Hell-o? Hello. [It starts as Echo's natural voice, for anyone who's heard it, but shifts into Pollo's as he works it out.] Ah...it's Pollo. I seem to have ended up in Echo's body - or, rather, the temporary one we've been housing her in until we get something a little more substantial built. Naturally, this happened before we got that done.

Well, I suppose it's better me than someone else. I've been robotic before.

[But he does not sound happy about it.]

Anyway, it seems as though her systems pick up people as amorphous forms of color, rather than with a traditional visual setup. I'm not seeing a clear correlation between that color and their actual physical color either, so...I'm having some trouble recognizing people even without all the switching. My apologies in advance for that.

...I really hope this ends when the holiday does.

[Well, Lyra certianly looks extremely distressed this morning. For some reason.]

Would Ly- ahem, would Dame Trixie PLEASE contact me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It's about the magic show on Nightmare Night.

[Of all of the possible times for her to show subtlety, this was the, worst, etc. etc.]

Throw me into the sun why did it have to be another one of her gir-

[Aaaand it cuts out.]

[Tonight, like on many nights, the deep and usually reassuring voice of everyone's favorite community radio host has something to say!]

In case you were wondering whether or not any of the native Princesses escaped waking up as someone else this week... well, I can't say for sure but if any of them did, it was Cadence. She is very far away, after all.

Given that, it may not be a surprise for you to learn that I am not actually Cecil Palmer. I am Twilight Sparkle - the one not from Mayfield, of course - and I did not think I had been an alicorn long enough to be missing my wings already. Granted, I also feel kind of sick and am currently also accessing senses I didn't know it was possible for a pony to have, so there's more going on than that aside from even the most obvious thing.

If he is hearing this, I will ask that you please use my power responsibly, and that I will also be avoiding my own home out of respect for you, because you probably won't be staying there.

In other news, I am still considering whether to ban or mandate the showing of that movie York mentioned at the upcoming film festival, if anyone should happen to have it.