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[There's the usual rainbow explosion that heralds an arrival in Ponyville, a sight that's become a lot more common as of late perhaps. However, out of the color and smoke of this particular explosion strides, no, saunters a young mare as confidently as if she'd caused it herself. She's got a wide grin on her face, flicking her long, blonde mane back into place as she pulls out her scroll...]

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Guess who's back??

[Yang's got an extremely wide and winning smile on her face. ...It's actually kinda frightening.]

'Bout time I got to punch some Grimm around. Man, what a rush.

[She missed punching things. Really missed punching things.]

So!

[She pauses to smile again.]

What'd I miss?

[[OOC: Yang's just returned from her canon update so she's missed the past 3 days or so. RWBY!cast: She's now post-Volume 2 but pre-stinger.]]

(It takes a few moments after the scroll activates, but Ruby smiles while motioning to the various candies, treats and assorted sweets throughout the store.)

Hello, everypony! We here at the candy emporium would like to thank everyone who helped to participate in recent events concerning Mr. Shanks who has seen the error of his ways. (Off screen, Zwei barks lightly.)

To that end, from now until the end of the month or however long it's permitted, everything will be 50% off as a way to say 'congratulations' and thank you for your hard work, dedication and commitment in helping to save Ponyville!

Thank you, and have a nice day! (Ruby smiles again and picks Zwei up -who barks once more- before the scroll is rolled up after another moment.)

As long as we're asking questions to the network at LARGE! Is it still considered immoral to rip someone - say, a pony - from the timestream and consume his entire existence so that he never truly came to be at all? At which point one would obviously sew the resultant gaps in reality back together, just to keep things from collapsing entirely...

I'm asking for a friend.

Guys.

Look at this.

[It's day two of her Jersey trip and Kamala turns the scroll over at the building which read Circle V. She then panned the scroll back at herself.]

Now this is just mocking me. Circle V? REALLY? Next you'll be telling me that there's Bruno behind the counter.

[Opening the door, Kamala poked her head in as she noticed a petite cow standing there, looking at the hot dogs made of meat and inhaling.]

Delicious infidel meat... She intoned.

[Kamala immediately backed out of the store, completely freaked out.] Okay, this world is totally messing with me right now. That's exactly what I did before I got my powers.

I'm going to just... go sit down for a while. Cause Jersey's more of a trip there.

That being said... I like it here. Other than the blatant references to my hometown in this place. It's like no other kind of Jersey exists.

[So many folks lately had lost others...and her own heart was burdened a bit by this, truth be told. But Nephenee was bound and determined to try to make the best of the situation...as much as she could, anyways. She wanted to help those who had lost loved ones recently, and while she ultimately wanted to do it for all that had, she needed to start somewhere small...]

[So there would be a pony knocking on doors today, handing out some gifts. When they open the door, they see a possibly-familiar pelorus pony there.]

( List of people inside; Find the peace within ourselves, No need for a cure )
[OOC: I'm sure I forgot some people who've lost some recently, so please poke me via PM or Plurk if you think of any!] 

You know what? I miss my dog.

He's not technically mine, but he's a really good dog. Just the biggest, smartest dog in the world.

I think I need a pet. Like there's something I need to do with my time other than stop crimestwiddle my hooves.

Any place I can adopt a dog the size of a large VW Bug?

I'm home for the month. We're taking a break from filming, since we did a lot.

Oh and uh, yeah, I'm dyed brown. Costuming wanted me to match the others.

Hi? What'd I miss?

[Have a brown-maned/brown-coated Lyra.]

[Ooh~ This is certainly a brand new dream setting! Usually she's in her castle being served by her emu butlers, or fighting off thousands of Boarbatusks and making ALL the lien!

And... Ren's usually there. Scratch that, ALWAYS there.

That's the part that makes her realize that this ISN'T a dream! And it's not long until she starts frantically fiddling with this weird, actually-made-of-paper Scroll and the feed turns on.]

Oh, FINALLY! Stupid Scroll, why would you use PAPER to make one, that's just stupid! OKAY! Aaaaanybody who sees this, tell me RIGHT away if you know ANY boys with a black ponytail with a pink streak in the bangs and a green jacket! Tell him... the Queen's Castle is Empty and Needs More Syrup!

...Well well. This sure isn't Vale.

[The red-headed figure tips his head to the side slightly, plucking a lit cigar from his mouth between a thumb and forefinger so he can tap the ashes off the end.]

Or, dare I say, Remnant for that matter.

If anyone here happens to have any information they would feel so inclined to give me as to what is going on here, it would be greatly appreciated. From the look of things, I'm not the only one who isn't meant to be here. Unlike the rest, however, I don't exactly have the time to sight see.

[And should anyone happen upon Roman in person, they'll see him leaning against a tree, tapping the end of his cane against the ground as he worries the cigar between his teeth.]

[Lyra opened the mail today while she was taking breakfast tea, and spittaked. Are you serious?!

Grabbing for her scroll, she coughed up a bit of tea before clearing her throat.] Ruby, Ruby, can you take care of the store for a weekend? I need to take an emergency trip to Neighpon. My old talent agency sent me a letter and I'm going to be auditioning for a live action moviehouse serial!

If I get the part, I'll be leaving next month to take care of some things. Production is at the Neighpon capital but I'll be back this weekend. We'll see what comes up.

And I'm going to need a trans-continental teleport for anyone who knows how to do that. I haven't seen Alastor for a while, so I'm assuming he's drowning in paperwork.

I'll need a return trip too, because taking the train is going to be a long trip, almost double the travel time.

[Sitting down, she brushed her mane back as she continued to read the letter.] Can't believe Ishinohorace called me. I didn't think he remembered that I still acted on the side. The project in the production is called Ninja Cap-tan. I should be all right to take some time off to film this.

(It's been only a few days, but even so...to her it felt like a lifetime had passed since she'd been gone. Everything she'd experienced, from being captured to the situation on the train that escalated to that anti-climactic battle with all those Grimm...

Ruby Rose can only look at her hooves in near-disbelief as she regains her focus and surroundings back in her room in the Communes. For those who can hear her, it's pretty late but even so...it's unmistakably, undeniably her.)

...Is it vacation time already?

(A bark will be quite audible over the scroll itself, but as Ruby gets down off the bed to pet Zwei, it was obvious that the Corgi was brought back too, his memories just as intact as Ruby's.)

[There was an image of what looked like a big pair of light blue eyes, so light that they almost looked white. The eyes grew smaller as the pony with them backed up, revealing a very annoyed-looking white unicorn. She poked at the scroll before giving it a series of harsher pokes.]

So what this thing even do anyways? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Ruby? Yang? Blake? Can you three see me? Because if this is a joke then I swear, you three are going to get it when I find you! Ugh, this is ridiculous!

[The unicorn walks a short distance away]

I've lost it. I've lost it so much that I'm talking into a piece of paper. Yang and Ruby's craziness has finally made me snap. This is just perfect!

[She attempts to throw her arms uo in the air... only for her to fall straight on her face when she instead throws up her front hooves. She groaned, this was clearly not going to be ehr day.]

Looking at this rationally, I can only say a few words on this subject matter.

1. I was playing World of Battlecraft when there was a minor power surge here in Jersey. When I opened my eyes, I was here in this world.

2. I am out status screens. Which means that I'm definitely not in a video game. This happens when I watch Trapped in a MMO anime before bed, and I get some weird dreams.

3. It smells too nice, too clean, there's PONIES everywhere so either I got some of Loki's weird drugged punch in my face or this is Magical Pony Adventures and I am now in Planet Unicorn. If so, addendum to 3 in that I need to apologize for some fanfics.

4. Call Nakia or Bruno.

Nope. Phone's not connecting.

5. Have a freak out. And make sure not to bean my head on those little yellow boxes that guy Deadpool keeps talking about in every news report I read about him.

Leaning towards 6 as well: Try not to broadcast anything that might spook the natives. Got it. Perfect. Okay, here we go.

[Inhale]

HI I'M KAMALA KHAN AND I'D LIKE TO WAKE UP NOW, AND PLEASE LET ME OFF PLANET UNICORN!

Smooth.

[Unknown to her, any little yellow boxes she might have thought about italics miiiight be visible to anyone aware of the 4th wall.]

[The message is simple enough, scrawled out in big letters for easy reading. Not that it'd be hard to read anyway, it's only two words.]

I'M SORRY

[It's not addressed to anyone, however, and it looks like someone doesn't know how to private anything.

So everyone can get it instead.

Because bears are generous creatures.]

[A tired Lyra pops up on the scrolls but she's standing in the middle of Bon Bon's store.]

Hey all, just to let you know, last minute shopping is available for your chocolatey needs. Our hours today are from 9 to 3 so get in now. There's already a line from locals and even out of towners, so come down. We'll be open from 9 to 3 just as a repeat.

And uh, yeah, all hands on deck. I need all the staff at work today even if you can only put in a couple of hours.

Oh, and K and Teddy? Ruby's your Assistant Manager now but more on that later. Ruby, if you don't mind can you work till? I'll be organizing displays.

[This past week had been very trying on the students of Beacon Academy. Short tempers flared, mistakes were made, ponies may have been frozen… it was altogether not a fun week.]

[But now, the blizzard has died down and the windingoes have been chased away. Tensions may still be high, however, so Ren decides to fix that by inviting everyone over for pancakes and hot chocolate. The powdered kind. Best he could afford and get on such short notice.]

[Of course, the scrolls can’t leave some friends well enough alone, so Ren’s manages to unroll itself and hang over the counter just enough to give a good view of the group sitting around a table in Ren’s room at the commune.]

[The group whiles away the time waiting for the water to boil by talking, catching up and remembering times at Beacon. Somewhere along the line Jaune got up, deciding he might as well spend the time by getting mugs ready.]

Okay, how much does everybody want?

[A chorus of replies follows, with Ruby of course piping up ”Double for me!” and earning a warm laugh from her sister. Conversation picks back up while the mugs are prepared, but it’s Pyrrha who notices Jaune staring thoughtfully at the container.]

Jaune?

I wonder what happens when you try to eat the powder by itself?

[The suggestion is initially met with silence, then mixed replies. Pyrrha, of course, warns him not to but is overshadowed by Yang’s enthusiastic ”Do it!”, Ruby’s bright curiosity, and Ren and Blake’s… silent observation (This is gonna be good).]

[True to form Jaune decides to do it anyway, picking up a generous scoop of the powder and sticks it in his mouth. One… two…]

[He whips his head back and coughs out a huge cloud of powder, which is enough to send ripples of laughter through the group.]

I hope you realize-[Pffft-] -you’re cleaning up the ceiling.

[Jaune would reply, really. Verbally anyway; he manages a nod before another cough, a raised hoof doing absolutely nothing from keeping the powder going everywhere. At least everyone’s still laughing.]

Okay- [Hack, powder spilling.] -Note to self, never aga- [He exhaled a whuff of it and shook his head, at least laughing through the tears.] It’s in my eyes!

[Safe to say the group is completely and absolutely gone. Even Pyrrha’s giggling hard, almost as much as she had at the dance, no matter how much she was trying not to.]

Oh Jaune…

Still the life of the party, as always...

[It’s at this point that Ren, in the midst of a laughing fit, looks over to see the scroll on and broadcasting to the town at large. The realization makes him cover his face to hide the fact he’s laughing even harder now. Everypony just saw that. Even if he could say something, he decides against it. They’ll find out soon enough.]

[OOC: Replies will come from... whoever the heck's not laughing at the moment. Or more than one of them. Or all of them. It's a grab bag, really.]

[The scroll turns on to a black screen, with a muted sound of the storm somewhere outside. Closer is the sound of a fire, and juuust audible behind that is the sound of tinkling and crackling every few seconds, noises associated with ice.

After a short while a voice speaks, which is recognizable as Pyrrha, to be answered by Jaune.]

( Cut for colored text conversation )

((OOC: Most answers will be from Jaune, but Pyrrha may cut in from time to time. They'll all be Visual~ Unless someone wants to come to them, of course))

[[OOC: This is set during this thread, after Pyrrha has been attacked and Jaune came across Yang in the blizzard.]]

[This is probably the most serious Yang's ever looked over the scrolls. She's not unhappy, but she's speaking very brusquely and to the point.]

I'm looking for somebody who can tell me what you're supposed to do to remove the ice from an injury caused by a Windigo. It's not serious, but it's not melting like normal ice should, so I can only assume there's some kind of magic involved.

If you know how to fix it and are pinned down by the storm, give me your location and I'll come get you.

[Neither snow nor ice nor Windigo apparently will deter her from getting help. She does seem a little distracted though, enough that she either neglects to change the rest of her message to a private channel, or forgets to entirely as the rest of her communication is directed expressly for her sister.]

Ruby, where are you? I'm sorry we got separated, but I promise I'm fine and out of the storm.

[For now, anyway.]

So long as you're someplace safe, stay where you are. There's something really wrong with this blizzard.