experiment 2: visual

[4thdimensional]

[Doc appears on the scroll very casually. He's trying to play chess with a rather fluffy puppy, a Yorkie with a bow in her hair.]

Yes, yes, Miss Curie, excellent work! Now some positive reinforcement for your training---have at it!

[He tosses her a treat, which she catches expertly. He smiles---then stares wide-eyed at the glowing scroll.}

I've activated this blasted scroll too early again. My apologies for the mundane display, but I was hoping to address everyone this morning, so I hope it won't trouble you if I continue. I've been discussing the matter with my current companion, but as she is a canine and I have yet to invent a speech translator, as you can imagine our conversations haven't been as illuminating as I would hope.

[He scribbles a note to himself on a nearby paper. Looks like he'll be trying to invent that translator---and he's smiling when he looks back, sounding as casual as he can.]

I've lived a relatively long life, and as we all have, I've made mistakes. And lately, as I'm prone to do, I've been pondering a rather pointless hypothetical scenario: if you had the opportunity to alter your past, would you take that risk?

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[4thdimensional]

Well I certainly hope you're right---if you can achieve anything, then Ms. Fluttershy is safe.

[He means that. Really. It's dangerous to poke here, but...well, he's worried about it all too.]

[discorderly]

[discorderly]

[After a moment of obvious shock on the draconequus's part, Doc can see a flash of Discord baring his teeth, and then he's somewhere else entirely. It's a meadow full of scrub grass, unlike that which grows in the area around Ponyville, and there is absolutely no sign of civilization in sight.

Also his scroll is still back in his home.

Good luck with that, buddy.]

[4thdimensional]

[Back at the Brown household, Curie will be circling the abandoned scroll in a panic, barking her little head off.

Elsewhere: Doc had meant to be encouraging, or even to offer help. Honest. Naturally, of course, he had a habit of going about this entirely the wrong way. Doc's ears flattened against his head, but this was not a time to panic.

More like the perfect time to panic, but. He was above that.

So he was just going to keep low, listen for the nearest river, and hoped the old rule about life along the river was still true. Now, not that Doc was in the business of celebrating his birthday when it wasn't truly his birthday, but...wow, what a way to spend it.]