[When the scroll pops on, it's rather obvious inside the Carousel Boutique. There's the sound of something rustling off screen before a Gardevoir comes into view. This particular female was busying herself with some cloth, holding it up with her... psychic abilities magic to get a better look at the color.

She tilts her head this way and that before reaching out with her hands to feel it and tisking softly. ]

That is definitely not the right shade to go with this color scheme.

[Well, that definitely sounded like Rarity. When she turns slightly, one can see a necklace in the shape of Rarity's cutiemark. Yep, definitely one of the Rarities.

She puts it back and goes on to examine a few other bolts of fabric before finally selecting one.. and then with an interesting use of Magical Leaf, is cutting up some of the fabric.

Well, at least that gives the view an answer of which Rarity is on the scroll.]

[Here's a pale straw-colored pegasus, looking a little nervous to be addressing everyone all at once like this.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Thomas MacLaine, and um...I'm new here. It's been a little hard to believe, but -

[Well. Obviously he's kinda had to accept it.]

Well, it'd be nice to meet everyone, if we're all stuck here together. And I should be looking for a job too. The ponies here have been so generous, but I can't just rely on their hospitality forever.

I worked as the sheriff's assistant back home, but...I think maybe I'd like to try something a little different. It's not that I don't like my job! It just wouldn't be the same without the others here. I also help my sister out at her bar, and I can cook. I'd really appreciate any suggestions anyone has?

[Hey it's no one's favorite eighties neurotic: Cameon! He has a load of fun in store for everyone tuning in to this video--oh wait, not at all. But hey, he's more cognizant and less questioning sanity this round. Which in Cameron's case is as good as sane.]

So uh, I just want to apologize for...everything I did and said the first time I got here. I mean, yeah, I was freaked out of my mind, but I said some things that I don't really remember but I get the feeling I should be sorry for them.

If you tuned out by now, basically: I'm sorry.

I'm still getting used to all this...I mean, I still have a hard time believing this is all real. I mean, I was still learning chemistry before I got here, for cripe's sake! And now there's magic ponies and other dimensions and bears...it's a lot to take in.

But that's not the only reason I called this paper...is that what it's called? Phoned the paper? Spoke to it? Cripes...But I'm calling because I don't think I can live like a bum anymore, not after a month. I'm going crazy here.

I need something to learn, anything. Self-defense is a good start. Anyone teach karate? Tae kwon do, horse fu? Anything, I'm willing to learn.

And...a place to stay would be good...so...bye. And happy late father's day, I guess

[The scrolls, capricious as always, seem to flicker to life, showing a hilltop and sky. Well, maybe something like that, considering it's rotated 90° the wrong way... or it's more likely that the scroll is just lying on its side. Anyway, the tattered cuffs of a familiar pony's suit can be seen on the "top" of the picture, and beyond the hill, a small graveyard. From somewhere off screen, there's the sound of inhalation and exhalation, as the wind carries a puff of smoke backwards. Looks like it's another candid broadcast...]

It's been... what, over 20 years, Zach? 20 years since I saw my father... never imagined I'd be spending the holiday here, like this. [There's a wry, but ultimately sad chuckle.] Sorry I haven't kept up, Dad. I suppose this is the least I can do.

[The wind shifts the scroll a bit to show another tree, with the words BRIAN XANDER MORGAN crudely carved into the bark, and a "bouquet" of random wildflowers laid at the roots.

The view changes violently as the scroll is picked up, with only a single "Damnit." being uttered before the broadcast is stopped.]

[Sometime after the ponies wake up, scrolls and quills suddenly start raining from the sky. Don't worry, its not the ponypocalypse, its just a squadron of flying white ponies dropping them from above.

Once everyone receives one, the scrolls suddenly glow and come to life, its surface revealing the visage of a large white alicorn with rainbow hair and a golden crown, sitting on a large, velvet-upholstered throne. She has a calm, reassuring, regal smile on her face as she speaks, though those who know her better can see the light of worry and concern in her eyes.]

Good afternoon, newponies! I am Princess Celestia.

I've heard of your arrival in Ponyville and of some of the more interesting stories that have come from it. We're...not certain how this phenomenon has occurred, but we here at the royal castle will put our efforts into solving this mystery, and I hope you will help us out as we wish to help you out!

Rest assured, no harm will come to you. Nor, as some of you have worried, are we holding you against your will. On the contrary, you're free to move about Equestria as you please, be it through Ponyville, Los Pegasus or anywhere in between. I only request that you use the scrolls we have provided you to check in from time to time, so that we know where you might be when we figure out the solution to this current situation.

If you have any questions, you are free to ask them of me. If I am not available - and, I will admit, there are times when I can be quite busy - there are many other ponies willing to help you, including the other princesses of Equestria. We are all in this together, after all.

[And then she smiles a little more. Its a much more relaxed smile. The concern is still there, of course.]

But, in the meantime, I'd also like to get to know all of you! I always like to meet new people, after all. I hear we even have a dragon?