[There's a flash of pink on the video, and a hoof poking it, rather slowly.] Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? What in tarnation is going on here? You whipper snappers need to buck it together, and throw a party!

[There's a cracking noise like bones popping and the owner of the voice comes into view, griping as she tries to massage out a kink. It's Pinkie Pie, but she's OLD. Like Granny Smith old. She also seems to be as energetic as ever.]

What you young'uns need right now is a party! Let ol' Granny Pinkie Pie do ya good for it. I'll fetch my balloons and I'll be over for the lil' ones!

Anypony see my dentures?!

[The feed opens up to show an old gray-maned orange pony looking rather energetic for his age.]

Alright, I don't know what villain is behind this mess, but I need everypony's assistance in helping me locate some missing individuals! I am currently looking for one Princess Celestia, who has been reported missing as of yesterday, one Mrs. Flash Sentry, who also goes by the name of Twilight and was also reported missing as of yesterday, and one pony named Honeycomb! I have reason to believe all of these disappearances may be related to the SAME DASTARDLY VILLAIN WHO WAS BEHIND ALL OF THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE!

In addition to this, I have recieved reports of a TERRIBLE FIRE from a young lady I met while on this search, and I am not at all sure that the fire I found was, in fact, the very fire she was speaking about! So I need to know if there are any fires in the area I need to take care of, too!

[Just another day in the life of a superhero who should probably retire like his wife keeps pestering him to, but, come on, where's the fun in that?]

[A miffed Fluttershy appears on the screen. She is not happy.]

Um, attention everypony. If you don't know where you are, please remain there and tell me where you are. We'll come over and help you with this. But first, please tell me if you've seen anything unusual.

[She wants to find out what happened. This hits too close to home for Fluttershy. It's like Princess Gaia all over again.]

[HELLO THERE, NIGHT VALE PONYVILLE. There's a somewhat familiar looking dark purple unicorn colt on the scrolls,  in what looks to be some of the outer edges of the Everfree Forest. He's somewhat gawkish-looking, his hair a bit longer and messier, his glasses missing, and a few earrings looped into what would be his adult self's rarely-used piercings, but the coloration and cutie mark are both suspiciously identical to Cecil's. Then he speaks, and a boy's not-quite-sonorous, not-very-rich voice on the cusp of its pubescent cracking comes through the scrolls, all nasally and high and filled to the brim with teenage awkwardness.

He looks and sounds pretty awe-stricken, but is the furthest thing from afraid.]

Is this-is this really me?

Wooooooow, this is so weird!

[What happens next is about two or three minutes of him trying to trot like a frickin' amateur while freaking out and laughing the first time he unintentionally whinnies]

Oh! Uh, by the way, I'm Cecil. Is this really my scroll? Leonard asked me to investigate the swamp that appeared over by the 7-Eleven, so that's what I'm doing now! Although I don't think I ever heard Leonard say anything about it turning people into ponies...or there being anything about a forest. Huh.

Hey, if anyone can hear me, how do I get out of here?

[OOC: Yup, it's a 15-year-old Cecil! For those canon-familiar; he's the dork from the tapes in episode 33; everyone else; this is a reference to what Cecil's teenage voice sounds like. Action for anyone in the Everfree Forest! Replies will come from seeyaponyville !]

(The first thing that that appears on the visual are the final moments of this thread. Nightmare Moon's face is clearly visible to the viewers, all the way until she closes up the scroll.

For minutes, there's simply radio silence.

Some time later, the scroll is once again unrolls with Nightmare Moon's form once again visible to all. Her wings are unfurled and her voice clear.)

My fellow Equestrians...how wonderful it is to see you all again. It's been so long since my previous visit...but it pleases me to see you haven't forgotten your true ruler. Now that I've made myself comfortable, I can return to taking the throne that's rightfully mine, but not before I can take part in the festivities. An entire holiday just for me? It's as if you've already accepted me as your true princess.

In that regard, my subjects, I promise you'll be able to enjoy my holiday for as much as you'd like. In fact, you can enjoy it for the rest of your lives, for the night...will last...forever!

(Cue the evil laughter as her mane ominously swirls behind her into the form of the night sky. Happy Nightmare Night, Equestria.)

[The scroll opens up to a familiar face. Except it doesn't really seem so familiar. It's different. It's Fluttershy... except for the fact that the entirety of her seems duller and darker. You may also notice that her eyes are sort of slitted like a dragon, or that she has some small fangs.]

Bucking higher-ups... Okay, everyone, listen up because we have some demands. The first one... Where the buck is Kreutzer? ...Or Asakura? We didn't wake up in a train, and our bucking phone isn't working.

[She pauses, bringing up a strange object some of you may recognize as a cell phone. She fiddles with it for a little bit, then grunts and puts it away.]

We're not getting any signal either... Did you buck up our phones!? Where the buck is Lovers!? You cancelled the game, and we demand answers! Now! Come on, you slimy pieces of dragon fewmet-eating-

[Just then, Fluttershy seems to cut herself off from saying anything else. Another strange thing happens. Fluttershy's mane and tail go back to a lighter, more vibrant shade, the fangs disappear and the eyes go back to normal.]

Um, I'm terribly sorry about her... But can you, um, please give us some answers, now that the game is over?

[The scroll is being held so it provides a view of a large cylindrical wooden structure, along with 21 using his mechanical wings to hammer something near the top. 24 begins to speak.]

It sounds like some of you have been working up an appetite.

[His voice gets louder.]

Hey, 21, have you heard that going into battle for your Princess can make you hungry?

Oh, really? I wouldn't know about that.

So since we didn't have anything else to do, we thought we'd give you ponies something to look forward to after you're done shaking all those leaves off the trees.

Look out for Equestria's Largest Hamburger and Equestria's Largest Glass of Cider!

Coming soon to a Ponyville Park near you!

(The visual pops up to reveal one (1) green maned unicorn parked right in the middle of what appears to be a store, based on the various goodies scattered about the place. They're far from your typical groceries, however; they're more like...accessories. Bracelets, necklaces...maybe even a helmet or two. The sort of stuff you'd see in fantasy RPG games, pretty much.

And the only one in this store is the aforementioned unicorn. She, however, seems very confident in herself.)

I've actually been in town for a few months now and I'm just now doing this. I figured this would be a good enough occasion to warrant it. I'm Harvester and I've been spending a lot of time in that dungeon in Canterlot. If you've been there already, then I don't have to tell you how weird it is, but there's plenty of neat stuff in there...stuff made and enchanted by Star Swirl the Bearded himself...stuff I've been bringing back little by little.

That's the other half of what this is all about: now that I have a vendor license, I can get to selling these trinkets and goodies. As part of the grand opening, everything's 25% off, so come visit The Hoard, just down the road from Quills and Sofas. My stock is limited to what I can dig up, so jump on these goodies now before they're gone.

(And with that, the video ends.)

[The week was nearly over, and the air was starting to clear significantly... the town wasn't quite as blue as it was Monday morning. Literally or figuratively. Yet, trueberry-induced awkwardess hung in the air even still, liable to last a few more days yet. Now seemed like the perfect time to strike.

He'd spent most of the week watching from a vantage point nopony would question - after all, they were so worried about blurting out their deepest secrets that nopony paid the suspiciously new potted plant near Town Hall any mind, even though it was blatantly wearing a ratty toupee. And with that, he learned of the situation... including what was going in in town, and how he had gotten to a place like Ponyville anyway, when normally changelings still couldn't get within miles of Canterlot.

Making sure he's not seen, the changeling reverts back to his normal form, unrolling the nearby scroll and working its magic.]

Greetings, my little ponies. I see that I have arrived in your world during a bit of a... crisis. Something in the air compels you to speak truths uncontrollably, yes? I notice a large number of you are highly uncomfortable with the idea, and yet it is highly liberating, is it not? Being able to vent what is truly hidden deep in your minds. Perhaps it would help you to seek a neutral third party in this situation, to allow that truth to flow without fear of judgement.

I would like to introduce myself. I go by the name "Hain" amongst ponies, and yes, I am fully aware that I am a changeling. However, I have nothing to hide. I shall not pretend to be some random pony whom you have never met simply to garner love from you - I will do that, instead, with honesty and promise.

You see, I am a deserter of my changeling hive, and as of such have to subside on whatever love I can gather from ponies directly. To that end, I have taken up profession as a therapist. I help ponies with their problems, and in lieu of coin, they provide me sustenance. It is actually truly a remarkable deal, yes?

And it sounds to me like many of you need the assistance. While I do not have a place of residence as of yet, my non-existent doors are quite open for any and all of you.

However, do bear in mind that I do not work pro-bono. As I said, I ask only for my next meal, but that is payment I am unwilling to negotiate at this present time, as a sheer matter of self-preservation. I also do not take kindly to being short-changed.

Regardless, my offer is on the table. Allow me a meal, and I will listen to your problems, even help you through them.

And I assure you; despite the teeth, I will not bite.

( Before the entry... )


[Hello, Ponyville. A magic scroll just appeared in front of you. Do you open it?
>> Very yes
Duh
The scroll opens, and there's a dazed teal haired, blue pony (in armor and with a shield and spear on her back, staring back at the scroll. All she can see is you on the 'screen', and it's unlike anything she's seen before. Magic? (Well yes, but she doesn't know magic like that.) Seems she tapped the 'visual' part of the scroll, and set it off.
In any case, she decides to try to speak to the screen. Oh, and the voice is extremely southern.]

Uh...h-hello? Can anyone hear me? Aw, who am ah kiddin, this has gotta be a dream. Scrolls don't show stuff like this, and people don't turn inta ponies.. A-anyhow...can someone tell me where we are? Mah doggie and ah got lost and...something turned us into a pony an' a smaller dog..

This is just a dream, right?

"SWEET ARCEUS YOU HAVE TO LISTEN."

The words - spoken with a forcefulness that is somewhat like the aural equivalent of a crowbar to the kneecap - are out before the picture on the scroll has even finished resolving into the highly excited face of Mako, the pink pony's voluminous mane frazzled and unkempt, a manic grin splitting her muzzle.

"Alright so I was collating my field notes at the library because hey, library, seat of learning, peace and quiet and all that jazz and then I found this amazing book - well, I say 'found' but really what actually happened is that Etranger found it and thought I would like it - she's such a little darling and I am completely proud of her - and it was an animal encyclopedia and so here is the thing: PONIES. ARE. MAMMALS. Alright? ARE YOU LISTENING? It's like, sweet Mew, I have been a mammal all this time and didn't even know it, do you even KNOW what kind of discovery this is?!"

Mako leans closer to the scroll, her eyes wide and staring.

"This is the kind of discovery that entire careers are built on. If I write just ONE PAPER on this, I will never have to work again in my life and I will still be the top of the scientific community. Do you understand? Humans are not bizarre freaks of nature, they're members of the order Mammalia! THERE IS AN ACTUAL ORDER FOR MAMMALS. Forget knowledge bombs, this is a KNOWLEDGE ANTI-MATTER EXPLOSION. COMPLETE ANNIHILATION OF THE ENTIRE KNOWLEDGE UNIVERSE."

...somepony please calm this girl down.

( And then this happened )

Ah! There's my scroll!

[And with that, Celestia floats the paper over to her.]

I figured I'd find it again sooner or later. Anyhow, I do apologize, my little ponies, for being so silent these past few...weeks? Its hard to tell how much time has passed without seeing the sun. Especially down in this part of the library! I completely forgot how deep this could-

[A suddenly chorus of "yooooguuuuuuurts" echo behind her. She turns, seeing a giant cadre of skeleton pony zombies, of various types, staring at her, tongue spurs instantly out and licking their lips.]

Hmm. Hold that thought.

[Cue the fight music!]

[Well, here's Honeycomb, leaving the EVIL Zetta's castle. Just. On her own. Some minions waving back at her, holding...jars?]

Bye! See you later, guys!

[Oh, right. Scroll.]

So that was totally fun! Being kidnapped was certainly an experience - I read comic books, I played hide and seek, and kept getting put in closets. I even got to see a almost wedding! It was sooooo cool! I dunno why people back home told me why being kidnapped was bad.

[At this, Honeycomb shrugs.]

Well. Its only fair that I at least give Zetta a gift for hosting such a cool kidnapping, so I gave him a couple free jars of a special edition honey that the beehive I brought produced while we were here.

I call it...Hijacked Honey! Its definitely got a little more kick in it than normal honey, that's for sure. So I'm gonna be selling the rest of my stock of it once I get back to Ponyville if anyone's interested! You all should try it - you won't regret it!

[And with that, she leaves, waving back to the minions before turning the scroll off. One of them has the jar stuck on its muzzle, in its attempt to eat it. Oops.]

[When it starts, the video's vantage point is of 24 peering down at his scroll.]

Aw yeah, look at this!

[He disappears from view and then his face is replaced by a slightly rumpled copy of Hoovesweek clutched between his teeth. It's open to the positive review of their wings.]

Mroo huvs mup!

[24 spits out the magazine.]

If you missed our show in the park, we're still taking pre-orders. Talk to us if you don't want to get left on the ground.

[Hey there, everyone! Here's someone who hasn't been on the network much; He seems to be working on painting the panel!]

Ok...and...done!

[...Wait. Why is Don's voice coming from behind the scroll. As Don's voice speaks, his body starts awkwardly trotting in several different directions, as if it were indecisive.]

Ok, now that I'm...done...nope, right, go right...turrrrrn around...Ok.

[And as Don's body turns, well...be prepared, Equestrians, as his head tilts around - finally - looks at the camera.

He has no face.

No.

Really.]

So, uh...I'm just wondering. Those who...might know something about equine medicine. Is it normal for your face to float away from the rest of your body while you sleep? Because...that happened. And...every time I try to get my body towards my face it...randomly starts floating towards another part of the room. I can...mostly control my body, but since it can't see where it's going...you can see where problems would start.

[There is a sheepish chucking at this. The body, meanwhile, is tilting its head and scratching its back with its back hind leg.]

If this is not normal, ah, just for the record, I am not allergic to penicillin. And...take your time getting here to check me out if you need to, I'm in my home and not...going to be going anywhere for...obvious reasons. And, uh, no pain. Just...this.

[At this, the horse body began to feel around for the scroll, in order to turn it off.]

Nope, wait, overeaching-

[Click.]

[Once again, Johnny decides to make use of this curious little scroll. He's pretty sure someone can answer his question...]

Ah, ha! There we go... now then. I hope you're all having a wonderful day, and I'm sorry to interrupt any activities you may have been doing. I must admit, I've been... enjoying my time here.

I have to ask a question, so I hope you'll forgive my ignorance.

The curious little marks I've seen on others. What are they?

[He leans back a bit, tapping at his chin.]

I suppose it would have been better to have asked a long while back, but then it never crossed my mind.

Okay, I just noticed that there are pegasii actually controlling the weather. Literally, they are moving clouds around to make it rain and things like that. That is so neat!

So can all horses do that? If I were to fly up there, could I kick the clouds away or make them shoot lightning? Because that would be the coolest thing.

[Here we see Cynthia on her cloud terrace, her two pokemon playing in her long mane as she talked. Note Lucario's chest bandage, it's gonna be there for a while.]

Hey everyone, me again. Can I just say that living here isn't as bad as I thought it'd be? I mean now I have an insanely adorkable little brother to take care of AND I live on a cloud, how could life get any better?

Well okay maybe a box of Pinkie's cupcakes would make it even better but I'll pick some up when Wally gets home

Now on to the more important matter at hand. I'm calling out to all the unicorns because you guys are the magic users, as I recall, and I really need magic related help. You see, Wally and I bought a cloud house together, but I was told that my pokemon wouldn't be able to walk on it unless someone does the cloud walking spell on them.

Clearly I can't do it and I'm pretty sure getting an audience with the princess is huma--- ponily impossible, so does anyone out there know how to do it? I could REALLY use the help.

and I'd totally owe you.

[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.

Okay. It has been days and I really need to know how horses are supposed to take off their clothes. Particularly horses without any kind of magic or wings.

Seriously, I've been wearing the exact same clothes since I got here. I'm starting to smell like day three of Comic Con.