1st Nightfall | Written

[noxequus]

[Unlike other posts which appear automatically on your scrolls, this one is quite patient, seeming to wait for ponies to actually read it. When the scrolls are opened, though, the following message shows up in regal, well-calligraphied print:]

My fellow Equestrians!

Greetings to you all. I find the name 'newponies' to be slightly unpleasant, so I shall call you simply as you are: new citizens of Equestria. My name is Princess Luna, sister to Celestia and ruler of the night. Believe me when I say that I do indeed know your plight of finding yourself in a strange new world, a place where you do not know where you may fit in without finding trouble. However, my sister has told me that, more than anything, I will be of aid to many of you where she could not. I have had to rapidly adjust to modern society in Equestria, so while my troubles may not be identical to your own, I can certainly relate to your woes. If thou wouldst have any questions you wished to extend to the Canterlot court, then I shall do my best to answer them.

We trust that things are well in Ponyville, or wherever you may lay thy head at night?

[Luna has left the 'post' open for replies of all sorts, though she will generally be replying in writing.]

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[noxequus]

Unless they decided to remain.

Tell me... Donatello, correct? Do you still have what they gave you...?

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[polyturtle]

[What they--]

No, I don't.

[Oh. Oh no. A stomach-churning thought occurs to him.]

After I got back home, I was taken to another dimension. I...I think the Gamekeepers somehow managed to suppress my memories of Kon Ran, because I didn't even remember that I'd been there until I arrived here.

If anyone has my sliver, it's them. I don't think they figured out how to use it, though.

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[noxequus]

They would not be able to. Remember, we had to have it taught to us; in a world devoid of the Visitors, I see little reason to believe they would see it as anything more than a shiny magical trinket.

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[polyturtle]

I know. It just...frustrates me that they have it.

[And the whole 'they messed with my mind' thing. Though that's pretty much a given with Don.]

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[noxequus]

Beating one's self up over the past does nothing but add further stress, however.

You of all ponies should know that, after the virus.

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[polyturtle]

Old habits die hard sometimes.

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[ensembledarkhorse]

I suppose we should be thankful that the habits are yours, then, and not Tristan's.

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[polyturtle]

[...Ok, he can't suppress the chortle.]

Then I'd have probably spread the clap on top of everything.

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[noxequus]

[...So, Don. You know the problem with Luna being a mortician in Kon Ran? She never learned about non-fatal Earth illnesses.]

...That would... be a bad thing? I was under the belief that clapping was still a show of amusement and appreciation.

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[polyturtle]

[Oh, yeah, go ahead and ruin the joke so Don has to explain what it is he's referring to!]

...Er...different kind of clap I'm referring to. Very different.

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[noxequus]

Oh, I see.

[She's at least quick on the uptake, though she doesn't have all the points to connect the dots yet.]

An affliction that Mr. Carino was well-known for, I take it?

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[polyturtle]

. . .

Yes. Very yes. The proper name is gonorrhea and...its not pleasant.

Not that I have it myself, but...its not pleasant.

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[ensembledarkhorse]

One must wonder if the original Tristan was under that affliction.

[Survey says: pretty damn likely.]

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[polyturtle]

I don't have to wonder. The doctors who treated me after I was shot told me they were shocked that I recovered during my coma without any medication.