[Wendigoes.

It has to be. It fits. You do not get to be an entertainer without working Hearthswarming Eve and Hearthswarming Day; you get the story of the Wendigoes, their rise and fall, drilled into you until you can recite it by heart.

Unless they don't exist in this world. Which is possible. But Dame Trixie doubts that; Hearthswarming happened far, FAR before Celestia was a gleam in Faust's eye. Which means...]

This is Dame Trixie.

I need all of you to tell me everything you know about this world's Hearthswarming story. Now.

If I sound abrupt, it's because I think I know what's going on and I need to make SURE.

[Morgan looks unusually serious today as he frowns into the scroll, though that isn't because he's been affected by the windigos. Mind magick makes him difficult to affect in that way. No, he's concerned about everything else that's going on.]

I think I know a way to help deal with this whole disaster, but I'm short a few supplies. Specifically, I need a guitar and the rest of a band.

Yes, I'm serious.

"- NO! That is where I keep my FIREWORKS! Twilight, help me deal with our little pyro...mani...ac?"

The Great and Powerful Trixie seems to be the Confused and Disoriented Trixie, at the moment. Also, there are the rainbows. That's kind of a thing.

She's wearing a much, much more elaborate cloak clasp than usual. Not the Alicorn Amulet, either: it has a stylized crescent moon over the sun.

Dame Trixie, for it is she, turns to the scroll - then hangs her head and sighs.

"It appears that I'm back in Princess Twilight's Ponyville. I was, you know, talking to Luna's Twilight. Not. You know. Princess Twilight. Or Unicorn Twilight. Or Lucia."

She manages a grin. "How can Dame Trixie assist you again?"

Well, I think we've all had a few days to digest how wonderful that movie was!

[Translation: That movie was such a bore, I've seen civilizations die out more excitingly than this!]

The action, the drama, the history, oh, so wonderful!

[Translation: This was written by a Romulan, I'm sure of it. Only race I know who enjoys historical revisionism. Except maybe the Voth.]

Oh, but this has inspired me, as well! Oh, if it's so easy to make a movie so loved and taking so much time to lovingly make sure everything is crafted well, I wanna do it myself.

[Translation: If you think historical revisionism is fun here, wait until you get a load of me!]

And we have the perfect ponies to do so! Us! The newponies! I'm sure everyone across this great land should know the trials and Tribble-ations we've all been through together!

[Translation: I'm going to make you all stars and no, I'm not sorry about the pun.]

Though, I'm certain everypony doesn't want to wait, so, I'll try to make this as quick as possible!

[Translation: You think I'm going to spend two years to make a four hour movie? HA!]

Oh, I'll need some money. I'll probably take like... 95% of the fund you ponies set up. Is that okay?

[Translation:.... nope, that's what he meant.]

[Well, Lyra certianly looks extremely distressed this morning. For some reason.]

Would Ly- ahem, would Dame Trixie PLEASE contact me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It's about the magic show on Nightmare Night.

[Of all of the possible times for her to show subtlety, this was the, worst, etc. etc.]

Throw me into the sun why did it have to be another one of her gir-

[Aaaand it cuts out.]

[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 )

[Alright, so let's try this again, now that her sister is back and they can actually do the thing. Neph opens the scroll, and..that's a lot of balloons. Seriously, it's like a Pinkie Pie set off a party cannon nearby. Nephenee herself is tying a bow onto a present of some sort, smiling happily as it pops into place.]

Alright, so y'all know by now my lil' sis Cirno is back, which means that birthday party Ah was plannin'? It's a brthday party an' a Welcome Back one, so extendin' an invitation once again for everypony to come to it! Gonna have an ice cream cake an' lots of food, an' Ah'd like to get as many folks as Ah can so she knows how much we missed her an' how much she means to us. Miss Rise, ya still up for distractin' duty?

Assumin' nothin' else happens, should be this Sunday at the Dojo, in the back. Get folks time to plan an' all. Lemme know if ya can come so Ah know how much to cook for an' such, if ya please! Oh, an' Miss Pinkie, Miss Mina, would y'all like to help with it still? Y'all know me, Ah ain't the greatest party planner...

Ah can't wait to surprise her! [Giddy pony is giddy!]

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( Private to MayTwi )

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( Private to Cadence )

Greetings, Equestria. Some of you already know me; others know my native counterpart.

Having seen the Pale Pony, what we're up against, raises... questions, that need answers. Because a callous creature like that shouldn't be able to weild the Amulet of Kindness. Not with the Element of Kindness claimed.

Allow me to explain.

On my world, I was the Element of Magic.

You'll note that I didn't say 'the Bearer of the Element of Magic.' Magique. Cest. Moi.

Just as Twilight was Magic in the Equestria I visited, briefly, before the Tambelon business; and that world's Crown of Magic knew it, and when I tried to use the Crown to defeat who I thought was Corona it not only refused but struck me down with it's power.

I'm sure that my world's Twilight would have the same difficulties with the Crown - the Twilight that heckled me, scoffing at my 'magic' because they weren't powerful spells from a tome. Likewise, this world's - this world's Cheerilee couldn't just pick up Laughter and use it. Not without becoming worthy, without the element choosing to pass on.

The necklaces and crown are just amber and gold. They focus the Elements. They aren't the Elements themselves. What ponies call the Bearers are the Elements.

So how is the Pale Pony subverting them?

As the scroll turns on, it reveals a pink unicorn, her green mane pulled back in a ponytail and her ears lowered. She doesn't appear to be aware of the scroll, looking around in an extremely confused fashion.

"I...I don't understand...I was supposed to be at the Sealed Gate..."

She shrinks in on herself before continuing, calling out for her friends.

"Where are you, everyone? Edgar? Sabin? ...Locke?"

Something occurs to her then, and she stands a bit straighter as she raises her voice.

"I-is this the Esper World? My name is Terra! I was born here! Please, if you can hear my voice, answer me!"

[You may or may not have noticed a certain purple filly being unusually quiet since she returned to Equestria , and there's a..."mostly" good reason for that...."mostly". She looks a little mad next to another purplish mare with three flowers for a cutie mark.]

Ugh, see my friends will vouch for me.

Young filly, I don't care if you're from another world I will not stand idly by and see a foal risk her life so 'recklessly'. I admit I've been turning a blind eye on account most the newponies seem to be more than capable of taking care of themselves but...

What? So can I!

You were going to fight Zetta with marbles and a stick.

My planned would've worked! Look I'm grateful and all for the hospitality. But I wanna go out and see more of this place...plus I really don't wanna go back to school, it's supposed to be Summer where I'm from.

Hello, everypony. Some of you may not recognize me from around town, which is fair... I only just got one of these scrolls. My name is Bon Bon, and yes, that means I'm the one who runs the candy shop downtown. Either way, I've got a few announcements to make, now that the nasty business with the eclipses is over.

Firstly: Since it's only a month until Nightmare Night, I'm accepting suggestions for varieties of candy to make for the big day-before sale. Last year's celebrations being cut short by the actual Nightmare Moon I entirely blame on my stocking of way too much black licorice, so I want to know if you all can help make the holiday not a catastrophic failure this year.

Secondly: thanks to that eclipse, I actually do have a bit of a surplus here, so until the end of the month, all taffy is 75% off. Something to chew on for a while. [The mare chuckles, quietly, at her own joke.]

Finally: Until further notice, Zetta and all of those who collaborated with him are blacklisted from the Sugar Shack. I understand that it was apparently some super-secret plan to lure out the evil mastermind keeping all of the offworlders here, but you caused Lyra and Fluttershy to work themselves into exhaustion, made one of my employees sick, and turned the other into a bear! [Yes, Zetta, she's blaming you for that too even if it happened after the fact. And was technically Teddie's fault.] If you want me to lift the ban, then I'm expecting a pretty big apology. Yes, your majesties, that includes you two, too. I'm a businessmare, not a politician, and you hurt my bottom line, so I have to take action.

Thank you all for your time.


( [Private to Dame Trixie] )


( [Private to Kyouko and Teddie] )


( [Private to Lyra and OU!Fluttershy] )

So hey, I'm looking for two kinds of people.

Person #1: Are you a dragon? If yes, have you thought about flying your scaly ass right into some jerkoff's stupid castle? If so, get in touch.

Person #2: Have you ever thought about riding a dragon into some asshole's dumb castle? If yes, let's talk.

"Okay, no. No. Non non non. Uh-uh. I'm not embarrassing myself, again, the way I did LAST time I went to another world."

Hey, is that Trixie Lulamoon? She looks... good. She has more muscle and seems to have been eating better than - just say this can't be the native Trix, the one who spent time starving and farming rocks. Her cloak and wizard hat is still gaudy, but seems to be made of higher grade material, real silk and velvet.

The effect is ruined by her ranting with her back to a scroll, of course.

"This time, I'm going to ask who's in charge and who bears the Elements, I'm going to tell them exactly where I'm from and that I need to get back to my Ponyville, and I'm going to go home. No blinding a Princess! No kissing Lyra, Derpy, Carrot Top and Raindrops! No freaking out and attacking Twilight! Just - figuring - out - what's -"

She notices the scroll, and sort of... dumbly... stares at what she now knows is a two-way video transmitter.

"Merde. So much for not embarrassing myself. Okay, okay. Okay! I am Dame Trixie Lulamoon, I am emphatically not the Trixie you know if you know one, and could someone tell me where in Tartarus I am and who is in charge here, merci boucoup?"