[Hey everyone. Despite all that's going on, Marty just has one simple question to ask the citizens of Ponyville:]

So, can anyone tell me why my guitar started floating?

[It's kind of sad that it's gotten to the point where he's not even freaking out anymore. He's just annoyed by this whole situation.]

Ahahahahahahahaha!

[Well look at that everyone. Cameron is clearly in such a good mood to be human again he can't help but laugh. And change voices. And eye color - pretty sure Cameron's eyes weren't always an off-putting yellow.

Never mind the several, several scratches across his face. Nope.

Cameron's just happy.]

Hello Ponyville! Boy, I've been meaning to visit you guys for a while but ol' Owl Eyes is hard to get by, even for me! Gotta admit, if there's a downside to near omnipotence it's that it's only 'near'. But hey good job buddy for smashing through reality like a box of orphaned kittens that was thrown with a catapult smashing through concrete! You wouldn't imagine how loud that can be. Or even the cleanup! Go ahead, try; I promise your imagination can't get it right!

But hey long time watcher, first time caller! And you guys have been so fun to watch I've decided to throw a mystery prize your way: information! Ask me a question, and receive an answer, free of charge and fully true! Ask me the right question you might even get the right answer, but hey I'm not holding out too much on any of you doing that!

This goes for any of you out there who got sucked in here along with me thanks to the rainbow colored kaboom! For those of you who aren't familiar with the place either, I've got some tourist advice for you too: run into the forest right outside town and tackle the first living thing you see! I guarantee you it'll be a hoot! I suggest the wolves who look like they're made of sticks, they sure put up a fight and are funny when you're tearing them apart with your bare hands!

Really, they're kind of pushovers when you just jump on the biggest one and start tearing at it. I'm kind of disappointed!

[It's been one hell of a battle against Tirek so far, and there has been a lot of people who once had power, and even just were strong physically, that are now without that, and even without that, their cutie marks are gone; for many, the power was part of their identities, and so after seeing many scared to stand up to Tirek, whether in battle or in spirit, Nephenee decides to try to raise eveyone's hopes...and simultaneously show their enemy that they won't back down.]

[So, before some of them travel into Tartarus, the Sentinel makes two posts: one locked from the centaur...and one decidedly not.]

( Visual, locked from Tirek )

( Unlocked, viewable to EVERYONE )

Is on, Alpha! [Someone calls from out of the frame of the shot that shows a massive, St. Bernard-esque Diamond Dog sitting atop a stone and crystal throne. His collar is studded with intricate gem patterns, and his green and much less ratty than the ones that the average Diamond Dog might be seen in. He lifts his snout regally before speaking.]

I, Alpha, extend greetings from the Kingdom of the Diamond Dogs to all of Equestrian ponies. Many years we have lived beneath the lands, minded its gems, worked hard to tunnel and explore and build our culture. But maybe we stay too far from the sunlight. Is long time coming, but We have talked with the pony princesses, all pony princesses, and arrange for diplomacy. Dogs trade gems and goods, allowed to travel safe above ground, and ponieses are safe below where we call home.

I say thank you to all ponies for help with sleeping sickness. But thank you most to Luna, Captain Celestia, Wondrous Bolt, Littlepip, and Pyrrha. Will always be friends to Diamond Dogs and are welcome to call on Alpha at all times.

As ambassadog, I name Ruby. [He makes a come-hither motion and a grinning Irish setter-esque Diamond Dog appears. Her collar is, helpfully, studded with rubies for identification purposes.] If ponies come to mines and have questions or want things, Ruby gives directions and helps. All Dogs will help if they can, but some maybe are not enthusiastic like Ruby. [Ruby's tail is wagging as she waves.] It takes long time to build bridges over deep ravines. We will try, though. And hope that all is well. Ponieses have Dogs to call on as allies in fight against anyone, especially the one who makes Dogs disappear in rainbows.

[Ruby's enthusiastic waving halts along with her wagging tail. She droops a bit and Alpha seems very solemn.]

Good luck to all.


((OOC: Please see this post for more information on what's going on with the Diamond Dogs and Mines.))

[Marty looks... sad today. Not that it's entirely unusual, but he can't bring himself to even look right at the scroll when he opens it up.]

Hey, so I might just be jumping the gun here, but does anyone know how to sell a house? I probably won't be able to pay the bills here by myself.

[He attempts to say this casually, but judging by how he's rubbing his arm and still not actually looking at the screen, something must be up.]

[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.]

[Good evening, Ponyville! An older-looking white unicorn appears---he has goggles hanging around his neck and a wild grey mane reminiscent of Earth's great mad scientists, but there's a blanket thrown very carefully over his back to hide whatever his cutie mark might be. Dangerous knowledge there!

He greets everyone with a slightly-nervous smile.]

Magic scroll experiment number one...good evening everyone! Or is it everypony? Not all of you are ponies...hmm. I hoped to introduce myself properly before now, but that apparently supernatural blizzard had other ideas. I've had some time to read the archive on this thing, and apparently you've been through some serious...manure. Not what I would've expected from a land of magic and rainbows, let me tell you. Who knew that friendship could affect local weather patterns?

Anyway, to the point: I'm Dr. Emmett Brown, and in the past I've made my living by offering counsel in the sciences---I specialize in physics and chemistry. I'm also a trained blacksmith, and I've done clock repairs as well. Eventually I hope to branch into clockmaking---but that'll come once I've earned my place here.

So feel free to drop me a line if you think I can help. I believe I'll be residing at the commune for at least a few days.

[So here's Marty bundled in what appears to be all the blankets he could find in the house.]

Christ, why didn't anyone tell me there was going to be a huge snowstorm today?

[He seems grumpy in the way he's talking, but not really any more grumpy than how most people who are still unused to snow would react to an unexpected snowstorm.]

So yeah, I'm just going to stay inside until this storm blows over, in case anyone wonders where I am. I'm pretty sure we have enough food in the house anyway.

[Sometime just before Q's winter wonderland lights up, the scroll goes to static. Or what counts as static on paper. And then cuts to near-complete darkness, a silhouette outlined by a window. If one looks closely, they'll see Canterlot Castle in the distance. Wherever this is, its in the capital city.

The figure - which has to be a pony - takes a moment for the image to sink in, before speaking. The tone is female, no-nonsense, blunt, yet soft. Low. Prim. Its not a voice many on the scrolls will have heard. In fact, of the off-worlders, only one pony may even have any inkling of who this poiny even is.

No matter.]

Good evening.

In the next week, Hoovesweek will be hitting stands in time for the holiday. It goes without saying that the content of this issue will be less than flattering to you. Which should come as no surprise. If it does, well, welcome. Whatever sediment you've parked yourselves under must have been exceedingly cozy the past year and a half, hm?

Of course, that won't be the end of it. Let's just say that the...boss of Hoovesweek...

[The slightest, slightest, sliiiiightest growl at that word. Boss. How...hm.]

...has something prepared for you in the next few weeks. You'll all be receiving something in the mail. An invitation. And when you get it? I suggest you be on your best behavior regarding it. I know some of you have difficulty in doing so, but that is exactly what the...boss is counting on.

I suggest you show otherwise, when the time comes.

[A pause.]

Oh...and you didn't hear of any of this before you received your invite. This must be seen as a surprise to you all, lest I be potentially found out. There are more than a few livelihoods at stake. But I felt that I should warn you, just the same.

That's all.

[And she...whoever she is...is out. She...whoever she is...may or may not respond to various inquiries from characters. You'll just have to see how much more generous she...well, you get the idea.]

[When Marty appears on the scroll, he's constantly looking over to make sure that no one's watching. Luckily this time it's to make sure that he's alone for a less worrying reason.]

So... does anyone know what Arcee would like for Christmas? I'm trying to come up with something but the only thing that's coming to mind is more fish and it doesn't seem very personal.

[Or music, but he doesn't have a death wish.]

You know, it's funny. When I first got here, I figured I'd be long gone by now. Everyone was a lot smaller, too, but you know. Details. I even treated it like a vacation. Of course, back then no one knew what happened to anyone who left, was told they just went back home.

Obviously that's not the case.

[A sort of hiss lingers in her voice just thinking about it.]

...I don't know where I was going with this, I'm just...tired.

Think some holiday is coming up, so...happy whatever that is.

[Wow, one whole year.]

[Everyone will see Strong Bad surrounded by a variety of props: a few trees, some scarecrows, a cart crudely dolled up to look like a futuristic car, a nunchuk-gun, a throne with thorns sticking out of it, and a black electric guitar with red streaks. His mane is tied back for once, and he's sporting a pair of bright orange shades. He's grinning, clearly excited about something.]

Listen up! I know y'all have been busy fluffing your fluff pieces, barbing your dark-umentaries, and punching out action scenes for your film projects, but if anybody's looking for an amazing last-minute career opportunity? I've got one with your name on it, in neon lights. Under my name, of course.

Back home, I'm something of an awesome director, writer, and actor. The triple threat. My crown jewel was the Dangeresque trilogy: the gripping tale of a top-notch secret agent and his team of varying levels of competence, solving mysteries and jumping off tall buildings. This'll be a total reboot of the concept: new characters, new dangers, more horses. That last one's made it kind of hard to hold a gun, but I'm finally getting to a point where I might be able to make this movie.
( opportunity of a lifetime right here )

[About time someone brought an end to the stream of cat and pony here. For before the scroll is a diamond dog with a couple scars over his face. With all his experience with technology, he isn't quite sure how to get it.

It's only a couple seconds into the scroll's broadcast does he realize he's speaking into a communicator. Well, better get what he set out to do what he wanted to do before whatever malevolent thing latches onto him.]

It is strange, I feel like I am remembering a dream just as I have fallen asleep...dimensional travel is a pain.

[The flood of memories is starting to give him a weird brain freeze-like feeling, just like when he tried that ice cream.]

But that is not important. I must talk to someone, I feel the Earth is in danger...that is all I can say right now.

[Oh hey, here's Cameron, nothing odd or weird about that. You probably can't get a good look at him at first, because he just seems to be struggling to keep the scroll open with his hooves and cursing to himself.]

Dammit, how does anyone even do anything with these things...?

[Ah! There it is! Okay what screamy thing is Cameron going to talk about today?]

Okay, so I just wanted to let you guy know, if you see a guy who looks like me- I mean Marty- going around trying to convince everyone that he's actually him, don't listen to them. For some reason Cameron decided that the only way to be cool is to try to live someone else's life.

[He almost feels sorry for doing this to Cameron, but like hell Cameron's going to completely ruin his reputation by trying to be cool.]

[Action]

[So apparently Ponyworld hasn't had enough of picking on good ol Cameron, nope. Guess he had to go to sleep thinking maybe tomorrow he wouldn't wake up as someone else...but no, he had to come out a bed that didn't belong to him.

Cameron prepared to go on another dramatic and catatonic melt down, but when he caught sight of his reflection to find that he was none other than that time-traveling teen Marty McFly. Sure, he still wanted to throw down a staircase yelling, but at least it wasn't a blob.

Actually, he could do something with this...he could be someone that isn't Cameron. The start of a new Cameron--no, not the start of Cameron: the start of CameronMarty.

After that meltdown, the now dragon (wow working hands!) started to explore his new domicile and hit the scroll. Look out world, here's CameronMarty!]

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So since Horseland has a way for everyone to jut blabber philosophical questions to everyone else or air their personal business to everyone in town just like home, here's a question for you: who here is familiar with time travel? I'd ask who's used to jumping between dimensions and worlds and blah blah blah but if this is anything where I'm from it's probably nearly everyone. Time travel? Seems a bit rarer but apparently there's at least one other person here who's done it. I'm not looking to start a club or some dumb crap, I'm just curious as to who has and why.

[There's a short pause for a moment.]

Tell me if there's anything cool you did too, I guess. I'm bored and your conversations are boring, so talk about something interesting.

[The scroll starts up like someone just flung it open, Arcee popping onto the feed looking just as disgruntled as ever. Good to see some things never change.]

Could someone please explain to Marty that bringing a fragging dog into a small house filled with cats is a bad idea. No, scratch that, the worst idea.

Because apparently, I can't get through to him.

[She let him have his stupid metal music, WHY THIS? It's not like it's her house or anything.]

I, Princess Luna, hereby solemnly swear never again to use my dream powers in that manner.

Thus being said, until further notice, I am... what is the word for it... abstaining, from all involvement in the crown's duties, my own duties as dreamwalker, and give up my princess rights till further notice. What has done has been done. Even the Royal Canterlot Voice is removed from my list of abilities for now.

Thou shalt treat me like any normal pony, and I welcome all retribution done for the wrong I have done.

Thus being said, I have chores to do as the fall running of the leaves is coming. Good day to you all.

- Luna, Former Princess of Equestria

So I guess now that everything's calmed down I should probably tell you guys about the thing I got from that dungeon place before the Pale Pony destroyed it.

[On cue his hands start glowing.]

It's some kind of healing ability. It's nothing amazing, but it should be useful at least?

I... probably should have mentioned it before the fight, but I kind of forgot. [In his defense it was a tense situation.] But I guess if anyone is still injured from the battle I could help heal them, as long as it's nothing too major.