Nine Cupcakes: Throw a Party for Your Doubles

[sailorlaughter]

So, uh, I'm not really sure what's going on? But I'm pretty sure it's bad. I'm sitting on top of Sugarcube Corner right now, and I can't see anything - I mean ANYTHING!

But anyway, I figured since this worked out pretty well LAST time people got lost in the fog, I'd set up a radio show again! Except this one's not really gonna be a radio show. Sorry, but I can't even see what's going on! So I can't really tell you anything until I find something!

If you're lost, though, or if you've lost somepony else, call on in right here! Heroes will be standing by!

[Actually she hasn't consulted with anyone on this, but she's sure plenty of ponies would be happy to help. And it's not like she's planning on just sitting up here forever herself. It's getting chilly!]

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[private visual]

[sailorlaughter]

Oh. Yeah, I can get that! That's fine!

[private visual]

[tinkertytonk]

I'm sorry. I know it's... well, it's just about as mouse-like as a chap can get. I ought to get out and help the others.

[His stomach grumbles, adding another reason to step out.]

[private visual]

[sailorlaughter]

It's okay! You can take your time if you need to!

[private visual]

[tinkertytonk]

[He sighs.]

No, it's really not the least bit preux. I mean, you're out fighting the good fight, setting up a rescue service. The least I can do is go check that our Doctor's entirely himself. And if he isn't, talk just a little more sense into the fellow.

[Or run screaming from him if he turns out to be an angry, charred monster bent intent on informing Bertie of just how much of a failure he is both as a gentlecolt and as a friend. Surely it would be overdoing it for that to happen twice, though.]

[private visual]

[sailorlaughter]

I guess...?

[She doesn't know what preux means, Bertie.]

Well, have fun! And be careful! I'm PRETTY sure the Doctor I was talking to wasn't normal, 'cause he said he hated the other Doctor and that's just not very nice, but he told me he was coming to town anyway, so he may not be there anymore.

[private visual] Congrats, Pinkie, you were the last pony to talk to Bertie before he died.

[tinkertytonk]

I'll have a look round and let you know. I think I can manage keeping a weather eye out in this blasted weather, if nothing else. Tinkerty tonk! Keep safe, Pinkie.

[He waves to her and rolls up his scroll feeling just a little better for having a purpose.]

[private visual] yaaaaaaaaaaaaay 8|

[sailorlaughter]

You too!