[Utsusemimaru had intended to make his introduction to the network in as formal a manner as he could possibly manage, given that he was now a small gold winged horse and apparently stuck in some strange place where other people had been turned into small multicolored horses. He's made his way to a park where he can think for a little while on exactly what he wants to say to make his introduction.

He's come to a swing set, which looks like a good place to think...and he will try to sit down. While he's a tiny horse. With wings he's not used to and with four legs he's not used to. He has enough trouble with swing sets without these new sources of clumsiness. There's a yelp of alarm as he somehow becomes horrifically tangled in the swing within a matter of moments.

It is at this point that the video feed cuts on. There is a tiny owl-sized gold pteranodon poking at the scroll and squawking in alarm. Utsusemimaru has not noticed this, as he is hanging upside down from the swings with his back to his little friend and the scroll.]

Pteragordon! Pteragordon! I require some assistance!

Hyaaa ha ha ha! Tremble in terror, Equestria! I, the almighty Overlord Zetta, the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos, have kidnapped one of your own! Even as I speak, your most skilled fashion designer is my prisoner! Let the terror sink in as you realize that Rarity is at my mercy, subject to the full evil of the Overlord--

Zetta, do come look at these magnificent designs I've drawn up to modernize this dreadful castle.

What-- I'm BUSY AT THE MOMENT!

Now now, fashion waits for nopony!

LATER! [The Overlord clears his throat.] Erm. Right, um... TREMBLE WITH FEAR, knowing that Rarity will remain my prisoner forever--

AND SO WILL I!

YOU'RE NOT MY PRISONER! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!

Because you kidnapped me! Remember?

NO! I did NOT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!

You see? Here I am in his castle! Such evil he's doing to me! HE LOVES DOING EVIL! HE LOVES TORTURING ME!

That's it! You're going in the closet!

No, Zetta! Don't put her in the closet! She'll rumple the linen!

[The angry stomping of hooves precedes the sound of a door opening.]

AWW! You FOUND me!

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOSET?!

I WAS hiding. But now I'm it and it's your turn to hide!

YOU GET OUT OF THERE! YOU GET IN THERE!

Hey! She can't hide in there! I already KNOW she's there!

Why not simply forget, Pinkie? Then it will be like finding her all over again.

GREAT IDEA!

This isn't a ga-- oh holy crap, is this thing still on?!

[The scroll audio cuts off for a minute. When it comes back on, it's a moment of furtive if audible silence, then the Overlord clears his throat again.]

If you want your precious Rarity back, you'll have to brave the depths of the Everfree Forest, battle my minion army, and then withstand the full wrath of an Overlo--

[A sharp WHAM, the noise of a door violently hitting the wall, precedes a familiar voice.]

I FOUND YOOOOOOU! He was up in the TOWER, girls!

Really, I don't know how he stands it. That tower simply cries out for curtains.

Tell them about the EVIL you're doing to me!

[The Overlord's strangled cry of agony is mercifully cut off by the scroll deactivating.]

I was just wondering, did anypony figure out what in the hay happened that night at the Gala? Applejack and I had to step out after it happened...I guess I was pretty scared. It's all over the news, I thought maybe somepony would have heard something by now.

...oh, and Miss Rarity I want to thank you for helping me with a suit. Incidents aside, Applejack and I had a nice time.

[Hello, Ponyville. Your newest import is a small purple dragon with bizarre gem-eyes! And she's walking around, looking at the scroll. Judging from the trees behind her, it looks like she's near the forest. Somehow, her hands are free! What you can't see is that she's using her scarf like a second set of hands, holding on to the scroll. When she speaks, she seems pleasant enough, and her voice has a friendly southern twang to it]

This here scroll's pretty nifty, I have to say! We got somethin' like this, sorta, called a frism. Got one at home, under lock and key! It's a weird little jar made'a ice that's so cold, it can freeze voices. Then when you warm it up, it plays the voice back for ya! But it can't record pictures, not like this! No sir-ee.

Er… [she pauses, tapping her claws to her chin] Ain't what I'm here to talk about though!

My name's Gemineye! Gemmy for short! [she says it "Jimmy"] I'm a Pokémon, ya see. And I'm mighty curious as to who owns this here land. I s'pect this is a good place to live. S'good as any! [she holds the scroll out, showing an area near the foothills of Rambling Rock Ridge. She's marked it off with whatever she could find; rocks, leaves, flowers, whatever.] But I don't just wanna take it over! I got Bits! Plenty of 'em fer land like this! [her Poké and the handful of gems she'd had in her bag had carried over pretty well]

Ah, and once I get the land, I'm gonna need me a favor from one of y'all. Architecture ain't my strongest point, and I'd like a little hut out here. Just a roof to keep out the elements, I reckon. The sooner I get a base of operations, the sooner I can get to servin' this fine community with my special talents![buttering you ponies up? You bet. She turns the scroll back on herself]

I s'pose I should also ask if any of ya know what a "Pokémon" is. Most of the Ponyta --- er… "ponies" -- I talked to ain't never heard of 'em before! Ain't sure how that's possible. They also called me a dragon. I can tell ya what, I ain't no dragon-type! [she laughs, because it's a FUNNY JOKE SEE] I'm a Sableye, like my mom and her mom and her mom before her! We're ghost and dark types! Dragon… pretty silly.

[Here we see a very worried pony looking into her scroll. She had a bag next to her with what looked to be four red and white balls.]

Guys this is important. My pokemon are missing.

Listen, I honestly thought that they didn't come here with me but after I checked my bag and found four pokeballs, I realized that four of my darlings might be wandering around this place looking for me.

[She anxiously taps her hoof at the ground]

Pokemon are like creature companions in my world. There I had a team of six so I don't really know who came here with me. But I have a dragon, a sea snake, a giant flying egg, a dog with a chest spike, a purple spirit haunting a rock and a giant pink slug.

I already met a pony who's going to help me with my missing dragon. But if anyone sees ANYTHING that resembles the creatures I described. Please PLEASE tell me.

[The scroll unfurls to reveal a small but sturdy-looking brown-coated earth pony of middling years, with candyred eyes and a scraggly beard to match his messy black mane.]

Uh, hi. Name's Nemo Vantas. I'm one of the new ponies. As Bertie's probably told everyone by now, I've got Celestia's permission to start a small vegetable farm on one of the unclaimed plots of arable land. We've found the plot we're going to use, it's not that far from the schoolhouse. We've even got a shelter built and we're hoping to improve it soon. I'm calling it Satyagraha Farm.

But the farm isn't just a farm. We're also looking to pursue a communal living experiment for old ponies and new ponies alike. Anyone who wants to can come live and work with us and share what we have. There won't be many rules--all we really ask is that you try and respect everypony.

I guess that's it.

Oh, wait--is there any chance we could talk to someone from Sweet Apple Acres or one of the already established pony farms, just for some advice? All my previous farming experience involves tractors and stuff like that and Bertie...

Bertie is Bertie.

[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?