dazed and confused

[morphitudinous]

[Hello, scroll network! Here we have a bespectacled blue unicorn colt with a messy blond mane, sporting a classic wrench for a cutie mark.]

I'm assuming that shine means it's active? All right. I'll assume it is. Ah...hello, residents of Ponyville. I'm Billy, and from what I'm hearing I'm one among many unfortunate victims of a mass kidnapping and transformation.

[He's clearly frustrated by this, judging by the way his eyes roll.]

I'm guessing we have a lot of work to do to stop the latest threat and escape from here. So I'd like to offer my services---I'm a decent inventor and mechanic. Or at least I'd like to think I am. I'm still working on manipulating objects with this...form, but I've made progress!

[He precariously balances a wrench on his hoof, and a pile of odds and ends sits beside him. He never thinks to use that there horn.]

And while I'm here...if you have experience with interstellar travel, I'd like to talk to you. It's a personal matter.

Comments

[visual]

[polyturtle]

...I do. What's up?

[morphitudinous]

Were you ever involved in any wars involving bug creatures destroying planets?

[visual]

[polyturtle]

[Oh. Well.]

Well, not...exactly bugs...more like tentacled baryogenetic-energy-based flying fish that could simultaneously on multiple planes in space-time.

And it was only a minority of them.

[morphitudinous]

That still sounds unpleasant.

[He cringes sympathetically.]

So is Ponyville any nicer to you?

[polyturtle]

Much nicer. Though that particular place wasn't...terrible. For the most part. It had its moments, of course.

[Now, whether he has been nice to it or not the whole time is another story...]

So I'm guessing from this that this isn't your first inter-dimensional romp.

[morphitudinous]

Negative.

And I've met ponies from a world like this before, so I'm not entirely surprised. It's just a big adjustment.

[polyturtle]

[He meant affirmative, right?]

Same, though the Pinkie I know isn't here. See any you recognize so far?

[morphitudinous]

[He confused himself.]

I saw a glimpse of an old friend. I expect him to drag me off into the sunset any minute now.

That's more than I expected, anyway--but you always miss the absent ones, right?

[polyturtle]

[It happens.]

Yeah. Pretty much.