[Is that... Zetta's voice, sounding out over a low roar of water? Is he singing?!]

Divide me down to the smallest I can be!
Put your, put your venom in me!

[...yep. When she nudges the scroll through the bathroom door, there's the Overlord standing beneath the shower head, water cascading down on him as he flails at the air as if playing a keyboard. It's not particularly scandalous thanks to the whole pony body, but it IS ridiculous. Also he's levitating a scrub brush for a microphone.]

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part!

[No more keyboard flailing, at least. The Overlord stomps his back hooves and one front one to the beat, sending water and mana power splashing everywhere as he takes a moment to scrub his back. But just a moment, because he's gotta go back to hamming it up.]>

She wants to dance like Princess Cadence
Bury me till I confess
She wants to dance like Princess Cadence
And I can't get you out of my head

The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
It's worth two lions, but here I am
And I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams
But they're not quite what they seem

[Oh look, he's rocking out on air keyboard again.]

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

[Back to stomping along to the beat as he turns off the water, then tosses his head back to fluff out his fiery mane. On his last three stomps he lifts his foreleg, then better to pump it to the chanting.]

You'll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
The Crystal Empire turns the tide
You'll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
In Ponyville we'll turn the tide!

[The Overlord flings his forelegs open, creating the magical illusion of two keyboards with their keys desperately bouncing.]

She wants to dance like Princess Cadence
Bury me till I confess
She wants to dance like Princess Cadence
And I can't get you out of my head!

[Wrapping one hoof around his wayward scrub brush, Zetta leans over it to bellow.]

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part!

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part!

[Bathed and clean, there's only one thing to do: Zetta ends the song on a massive air drum solo and Rarity is desperately trying not to laugh her flank off at the utter ridiculousness she's witnessing. ]

[ Out near the Dojo Rarity can be found in what can only be described as an elegant deep purple dress  with elaborate gold embroidery and her mane was done in an equally elaborate bun.

After a bit, she brought out her gems and started to do her usual swords practice, rolling and diving while within her dress. With the way the dressed moved, Rarity looked as if she were dancing with diamonds slashing and floating around her. Eventually she started to hum softly as she twisted and twirled across some imaginary battlefield.

Eventually she came to a graceful stop and smiled at her scroll. As for her dress, it still looked stunning without a speck of dust or any sort of damage from her demonstration.]

As you can see, my designs are rather durable and can stay dirt free no matter what you are doing. Whether you are battling manticores or gracing a dance floor for a night on the town.  It's perfect for the pony with an  adventurous life.

And of course, all proceeds shall go towards our beloved Commune to help them in their time of need.

All interested parties, please contact me for a consultation.

I suppose it's time to attempt to focus on one thing or another...

[Rarity frowned faintly as she studied one of her gems. There was a bolt of fine pale lavender fabric also held within her magical grasp along with a some needle and thread along with a few other dress making items.

Currently the white unicorn seemed to be concerned with one of her gems and the sharpness of it's edges. Rarity knew it would never dull, she cast that spell herself, but... it never hurt to test it.

She unrolled a length of the fabric and set her gem to it, carefully a cutting out parts to a simple dress pattern  that had carefully been marked out in chalk previously. 

Once she had that done and set aside, she checked the edge again and nodded to herself absently. Still perfect as always...and that was about the time she noticed her scroll. Rarity sighed softly and shook her head.]

Well, since this thing is on... I suppose I shall go ahead and offer my services as a designer to anyone that may need them. I can create anything from simple barding for armor to elegant and durable dresses.

I can also offer my services as a sparring partner in sword play if anyone desires. I would like to keep my skills sharp. Besides, it does a mare good to have more than one hobby.

Well, I suppose that's the last of my things from the Boutique.  Or the important things anyway.

[Rarity comes into view of her wayward scroll after a few moments and gives her room a critical look over. The room? Her new work room... in Zetta's castle. It's official, she's moved in at his request. Now the Knight Commander just... needed to figure out what to do with the Boutique itself.

She frowns a little and takes a moment to adjust a rather extravagant looking bolt of fabric on the shelf and then straighten a few other spaces. She spares a glance behind her and spots her scroll laying open and shakes her head. ]

...I suppose I cannot hide the fact that I've moved in with Zetta, or at least my scroll doesn't seem to think so....

[She pauses for a moment and there may be a hint of nervousness before she brushes it firmly back in it's corner and smiles at the scroll, all business for the moment.]

From now on I suppose I shall be working from the castle if anyone wishes to place commission. I enjoy my work too much simply to give it up due to a location change.  Also, I am not oppose to sparing with anypony wishing to work on their swordsmanship if they so wish. Even I need to keep my skills sharp some how.

[She smiles for the scroll for a few seconds longer before she rolls it shut. Now... back to organizing.... And finishing redecorating parts of the castle that are in desperate need of it.]

No, that color is simply too...wine. I wanted something more in a deep crimson, perhaps even burgundy to go with this sette and it's lovely embroidery.

[There's a faint fluttering and a certain fashionista's scroll falls off of the table it was sitting on to lay curled against said table's leg and is giving a perfect view of a certain Knight Commander redecorating a room... in a certain castle in the woods.  Why? Who knows. Whatever she's hoping to accomplish hasn't quite reached the final stages yet so everything still looks slightly cluttered.

She takes a few steps to the left and suddenly there's a table and magic chairs floating by in her magical grasp. She sets them down in one spot, arranges them and then shakes her head to move them to another spot near the window. Everything had to be perfect as far as she was concerned and she hasn't quite... reached that level just yet.

Eventually she settles the table and chair set down and then starts looking for the perfect position for a  certain fainting couch of hers. This... may take awhile.

Eventually her scroll rolls up and shuts itself off.]

...I really cannot keep doing this.

[Rarity sighs as she steps out of the kitchen at the boutique. It's very, very early in the morning, earlier than anyone would have thought the fashionista would be awake. Beauty sleep be damned, it was getting tiring trekking from her current living arrangements to the boutique.. or the Night Market... or well, anywhere else. Though traversing the Everfree was definitely getting easier and easier.

Lets just say that for now, she looked rather frazzled by the longer trips. Though that doesn't mean that she's going to stop. Rarity hated to admit it, but she rather liked living at the castle and the privacy it provided.  If she had to choose between that and the boutique, she really wasn't sure what she would choose....

Eventually she sets down the now empty mug and heads upstairs to freshen up and get herself ready for the day just as the scroll closes up.]

[It's the middle of the night with the moon high in the sky when a scroll flutters open to show an other worldly display. Rarity was in the middle of the courtyard at Zetta's castle balanced on her back hooves with her eyes closed. Her horn was surrounded by a soft glow as all fourteen gems of her sword floating around her and shedding their own pale blue glow.

She remains frozen like that for several seconds before suddenly twisting about and throwing a hoof out. Her gems lashed out, slicing through a dummy at the far end as she moved about the courtyard as she went through quite the work out with her sword, shattering and reforming it in as she moved and fought imaginary opponents or destroyed training dummies.

By the time she finishes, Rarity is short on breath, sweaty and surrounded by several severely broken training dummies littering the ground. After shaking out her mane, she finally realizes that her scroll is open. She sighs softly and rolls it up. Once she's composed and not so dirty, she unrolls it again and regards her scroll.]

....I shall be available if anypony wishes a sparring partner. 

[She may look collected now, but the damage behind her portrays a different story all together. She's not happy about what happen. It frustrates her, scares her and over all worries Rarity. Especially since... There were reason's the trip unnerved Rarity a little. It may have hit a little too close to home for her.

The scroll closes moments later with her turning away and calling her gems back to her.]

[The scroll opens on Crmsn looking down into it, it's flat on the ground and he's hovering over it. It's pretty obvious that he's barely given himself time to breath since getting back. There's also a rather...unclear focus in his eyes.]

Alright. Alright I just...I need a second here just...okay the-nngh...

[He winces a little and shakes his head roughly.]

Ugh...kay...I...okay...the dive into Calice. Right. We went in, we did our thing...J-A's team is still in there s'far as I know. Ya might have already seen, but we lost one on the way out...I just...I wanted to give this a day but...

[He lets out a deep exasperated breath.]

First things first...I know there's a lot of feelings going around...believe me I know what it's like. And...digital gods...'Shy was brave, and is a wonderful pony. She'd be the first to tell us it was okay though. She was shy, and meek, but she was strong enough to put our needs above hers and put herself in harms way so we would be okay. That was friendship. That was bravery, and kindness the likes of which any person here would be lucky to find in their lifetime. And I for one am going to pull myself off my sorry arse and not stop believing in her. One way or another we're going to get her back.

[He takes another breath and re-steadys himself.]

...Second. Regarding Calice...

[He mulls something over and shifts a little uncomfortably, then looks back to the scroll.]

I've given this a lot of thought, and I don't think Calice and Twilight are the same...I want to say entity. I think they're sharing the same body and I don't know which we keep speaking to, but I'd imagine Twilight's still in there fighting back for control. I think...I think the power in control is getting stronger, and it keeps having to exert more control to keep its hold on her. It's...it's theory right now, but that was not the same force we felt the last time we were in there, and it was not...it wasn't as...as...nngh...

[He eases back looking more frustrated than tired and rubs at his temple.]

Fracking...work dangit! I need you to think more and hurt less. Coherent! That's the word. It wasn't as coherent as it was last time. It was more disjointed...i-it was...

Look I know this might sound strange, and everything hurts right now, but this is what I need you guys to do. For...for our friends. Don't give up on them. Don't start thinking this is hopeless. They are not gone. Fluttershy...the Twilight of that world...bit every pony that's been taken. They need our bravery, for us to face forwards. Keep them in your hearts and believe in their strength. We will get them back. So please, for them. Don't lose heart.

[He nods to the scroll, a little more affirmative in his stance.]

We all hurt, but hurting isn't going to get them back to us...that's all I have to say right now. If you want more answers I'll try and answer anything I can over the scroll, if you want someone to yell at, you can find me at the Decanter soaking this headache in a hard cider.

[Rarity seems rather sad but composed as she appears on the scroll. Strangely enough, she seems to be holding one hoof off to the side and pointedly ignoring muffled protests out of sight.]

Please forgive the noise, I'm afraid Opalescence ate something she should not have.

[Soft sigh.]

I regret to inform everypony that Princess Luna of the Night Market has left us. With her departure, the responsibilities of the Night Market fall upon my shoulders.  Don't worry, nothing shall change.  However, if there are issues, please contact me.

Hopefully we can continue to make the Night Market flourish.

[She glances to the side for a moment and aim a stern glare to something off to the side still protesting.]

And please disregard anything Zetta may say in the future about territorial claims.

Luna...

Can you come to the Everfree forest...? I'm in a meadow with Trillium's.

[From the sound of her voice, Rarity's not... in the best of shape.]

Please...

Tis the season everypony.

[Dame Rarity appears on screen wearing a marvelous pale purple sweater with accenting amethysts added to the collar and cuffs. She does a pose, showing off the comfortable sweater from every angle before taking a step back to reveal various other sweaters in numerous sizes and colors. Along with the sweaters are comfortable winter coats and scarves that obviously match.]

You could say this is my winter collection for this years Hearth's Warming Eve.  Of course, each sweater is made with a material created by yours truly to resist collecting dust or pet hair

And for those of you who are more....battle oriented, I can design warm clothes that are still stylish and battle ready if so desired.

If any pony is interested, please contact me directly and we can discus what you would like.

( [Private to Zetta] )

[Looks like Luna has finally taken her leave from Zetta's castle now that he's slowly but surely starting to regain his power. As of such, she's once again in her "office" at the Night Market radio station, though thankfully this time there are much fewer plushies. Unlike last month, as well, her attire is much more obvious - a nebula-patterned miniskirt that accentuates her hips and draws a decent amount of attention to that region. She doesn't seem as bothered as she would have been beforem though that might be partially because her mind is elsewhere right now.

As expected, she speaks.]

And so another Nightmare Night approaches rapidly. I am sure those of you that were here last year heard my tale of how the holiday came to be in my own Equestria, and those newer have been able to hear the story from natives, or the unique slant Surprise had in her own land. Either way... the story of Nightmare Moon is very clear and present in all your minds. Thus, I would like to speak of another.

I would like to tell you all of the one they called the Black Crystal King, the Tyrant of the Crystal Empire. The one who steered myself, at least, down the path of Nightmares, and the pony whom I once loved.

[Luna takes a deep breath. Talking about her fall helped her let that go, a year ago... and it was time to let this go.]

( appropriate time for a commercial break )

[After asking around, Littlepip has a general idea of where and when she is. The past... It's so full of life. And the best part about this is that it's no memory orb.

So what does Littlepip do to celebrate? She opens the scroll which she asked about and looks really cheerful.]

Look!

[Her horn lights up with a green aura and some grass floats into vie of the scroll.]

Grass! Alive! Green grass! I love the past!

[And then Littlepip shifts the view down to the ground. She deliberately falls over and starts rubbing herself in it and rolling around in it.

...Give her some slack, she's from a post-apocalyptic future.]

[Oh, look, it's a part of Ponyville! Except it's futuristic. Too futuristic. Are those aliens there, too?! What's going on...?!]

Hope you don't mind the change! Fantasy worlds are nice, but they can be BORING.

[And out steps... HUMAN! AHH!]

Oh, wait, I'm supposed to be incognito, aren't I?

[He snaps his fingers and, in a burst of light... AH! CHANGELING! And why does he sound like Discord?]

I DO hope you like this! I think it makes this place look wonderful!

-- And yes, 500 rows of lumber. Yes, to be delivered to Sweet Apple Acres.

All right... how much for the canvas?

Yes... yes... I have the payment here. Have it delivered to the south fallow fields. Yes. Three thousand nails, and a hammer. Yes. Pitch, yes.

.... yes I want that, yes please, good.

Have it all delivered as soon as possible. I would like to get started as soon as possible. How many days? Yes, I can wait that long.

Anything else?

Yes, that would do. I need that propeller. And that furnace.

Thank you, have it shipped as soon as possible. It will be payment at the door.

Of course. Thank you.

Oh paint? Of course, let us get thirteen gallons of fire-wagon red.

That'll be how much? Surely you cannot make a Royal Discount? I know I am not on the seat, I am borrowing some money after all for this venture.

... Fine. I can do that much. Very well. Thank you for the time.

[Irritated, Luna hung up on whatever she was talking to through.] This will take some doing... I hope the weather does not turn sour in the next few days.

[When the scroll comes on - only to those who it is intended for, actually - it's late at night, and Luna looks... scared. No, concerned. She's well-rested, but something is obviously off.]

Elizabeth, Milady Rarity.

Twilight Sparkle of Mayfield.

We need to speak as soon as you are able, in channels that are as secured from spying as possible. If any of you are currently in the proximity of Ponyville, a conference face-to-face is preferred.

A matter has arisen.