28 March 2013 @ 07:19 pm
[90s Kid's just walking around on the bridge, fussing over some string pinned to the side of his jeans. Whatever he's doing he can't seem to get it to work; everything is getting tangled and messy and his hands fumble over the braids he's apparently trying to weave together with all that string. Frustrated, he takes a seat by the Twin-Screw Universal controller, propping a leg up on the table to concentrate on this thing.

Unfortunately he seems to have bumped one of the switches in doing so.]
19 December 2012 @ 09:18 pm
[Liz. Office chair. Swiveling around in the chair staring at the ceiling looking bored as all hell.]

I swear, it feels like this week is never going to end.

[She looks up vaguely at Cambot.]

So...what do you guys think happened to Joel? It didn't look like he made it over that dimensional jump or whatever they called it, and even if he did he'd probably be worse off than we are about this whole Battlefield Dinosaurs thing.

And speaking of which...I kinda hope we don't stay here too much longer. I wouldn't put it past them to send someone up here, and I'd rather not spend another week avoiding traps. At least last time I had the benefit of being a cat.
16 November 2012 @ 05:41 pm
[Faint voices are heard in the distance as Cambot approaches his targets down on the launch deck.]

Thanks for hanging out with me, dudette. I dunno why everybody’s been tellin’ me to go away this week. [A wild 90S KID and PINKIE PIE appeared!]

Ehehehe...gee, I dunno! That’s really weird!

[Pinkie’s still got on the same hooded black Batmare costume that she’s been wearing all week, though she seems to have accessorized it with some bright pink nose clips. 90s Kid, meanwhile, is still dressed up in his own Pumaman costume, which is starting to look disheveled from being worn all week, and even Cambot seems hesitant to get too close.]

Anyway, you sure this is gonna work?

TOTALLY! I used to put up tire swings all the TIME back in Ponyville! It’ll be just like that, except without any trees!

[Uhhh...is that chain to the tire swing...rigged up to the sprinkler head?]


[Pinkie trots around the swing, inspecting it, and then belly-flops into the middle.]

You can sit on top, ‘cause you’re heavier!

Alright, here we go...! [90s Kid grabs the chain, starting to climb up. The tire wobbles uneasily as he tries to pull himself up, struggling to find his footing. He almost makes it to the top of the tire when...

Suddenly there is a resounding SNAP and a blare of fire alarms.]

Ohcrap--ACKPPBT!!! [90s Kid is suddenly overwhelmed by a cascade of water from the broken sprinkler and the feed goes to static]
06 November 2012 @ 10:43 pm
[Cambot's bopping around on the theater deck, looking around at some scattered props as if he were looking for something. There's rustling in the background, and the occasional jangle or thud of some items being tossed aside.]

Hey, Cambot! Check this out!

[The camera swings around to Liz, wearing a somewhat familiar costume, convention badge hanging around her neck, and crouched over a box overflowing with koosh balls and assorted foam shapes. Liz holds up a little dusty object that appears to be a red button, unmounted to anything, but clearly meant to be part of a machine. She clicks the button a few times, and each time it emits a short buzzing sound.]

This'll be perfect, wouldn't ya say? [Cambot bobs up and down enthusiastically. Liz grins.] This is gonna be so great!
10 October 2012 @ 09:17 am
Hexfield Visitor  
[There's something coming in on the Hexfield viewscreen!]

[There's music too! And a strange looking man with long white hair in a red costume of some sort, standing in front of a bookshelf staring at a pumpkin. The place looks decorated for Halloween.]

And now, a Public Service Announcement from.... SNOWFLAME!!!

[Now that the intro is out of the way, Snowflame tosses the pumpkin to the side and looks at the screen.]

Snowflame has been told that it is almost Halloween. And as everyone knows, Halloween is the best holiday ever. Not counting Snowflame Day.

So today Snowflame will be answering your questions on how to get ready for Halloween!

And since the man in goggles set up the camera so Snowflame would leave him alone, you can ask your questions directly to Snowflame!
02 October 2012 @ 01:26 am
[Cambot hovers around the hallway, coming around the corner a little nervously, drawing back in surprise when he finds Liz sitting in the hall looking...rather dazed. Cambot comes closer and...wait, is she sitting on 90s Kid?!

Yup. Yup, she is. 90s Kid is lying on the floor with an expression of bafflement, completely petrified much like Namine was, and Liz is slumped over on his stomach. She looks at Cambot, completely serious as she runs a hand through her hair.]

Listen up you guys, we've got some serious business. There's a basilisk running amok on the Satellite. I dunno how it got up here or where it's been hiding, but it's deadly. It's a huge snake, and its gaze can kill you.

As Mister Finevoice has demonstrated already. [She side-glances forlornly.]

Listen, just. Whatever you do, if you're in the halls, keep your eyes firmly focused on your own feet. Check around corners with a mirror, do whatever you can not to make direct eye contact. If you're careful and only see it indirectly, well...[she looks down at 90s Kid] It's better than the alternative.

Just. Be careful you guys. Please.
01 October 2012 @ 11:37 pm
6th Bushel  
[Big Macintosh, wearing a yellow and black scarf around his neck, is down in the nature deck, which seems to be far more overgrown than normal. There's already a dent in the wall next to a big tree that's thrashing its limbs at the big red pony, who's thankfully out of its reach, and somewhere far in the background are tendrils of thick, black weeds that look like they're moving all on their own.

But his garden still seems to be completely intact, except with his apple trees now in full bloom and with a lot more unusual vegetables permeating it. He steps carefully past a huge patch of huge healthy-looking pumpkins, a shallow paddy of water with a sign labeled "gillyweed," another patch labeled "wolfsbane," and finally he stops short in front of a patch of ugly brown roots, with a very large, boldfaced sign;


He tilts his head, cautiously leaning in close to the roots without touching them. He sniffs at them, then snorts and draws back, wrinkling his nose.]
04 September 2012 @ 08:40 pm
[Cambot is...showing the ceiling again, though this looks like the ceiling of the rec deck. Yeah, now it's just trolling Doof.]

Oh, that's- that's just great. You're not even trying anymore, are you.

[The feed pans from side to side. That's a headshake from Cambot.]

Do you really want me to modify you. Do you really. Because I can think of lots of fun Inators to make. The RealityTVinator, for instance! You'd follow people around and document their day-to-day living! That way, you might actually work!

[Fiiiiiiiiine. Cambot lazily turns around to focus on Doof, who is indeed on the rec deck, and the rather large machine next to him. He didn't even bother covering it with a white cloth this time. Huh.]

Now, I've seen everything going on this week, and it all looked really familiar. Too familiar. You see, when I was a little boy growing up in Gimmelshtump, I wasn't very popular - in fact, I was so unpopular, you could say I was antipopular. Popularity just vanished when it got too close to me. It meant the cool kids didn't go near me, so they couldn't beat me up. No, I got picked on by nerds. Nerds! With their multi-sided dice and their trading cards and their video games! I mean, the kids who got beaten up by everyone else were the ones who beat me up. How sad is that?

Anyway, blah blah blah lifelong hatred of all things nerdy - except for science, of course - blah blah blah this week reminds me an awful lot like video games, blah blah blah beating the nerds at their own game. So I built the FinalBossinator! All I have to do is aim the laser at myself, push this big red button here, and-

[There's a flash of red light, and when it clears...well, that's a highly effective Inator. Doof now stands about fifteen feet tall and now sports dragon legs, lion arms that end in clawed hands, bat wings, a lizard tail, and...his own head and voice.]

What? Why does it look like a zoo sneezed on me? ...oh well. Time to go beat the nerds and RULE THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Welcome to your final boss! Feel free to form parties and start combat in the comments below; just keep in mind that Doof may have a few tricks up his (now nonexistent) sleeve...]
30 August 2012 @ 03:00 pm
5th Bushel  
[Big Macintosh is in his room, suddenly clad in a fancy suit of armor. He looks uncertainly over himself in a mirror, fidgeting uncomfortably.]
27 August 2012 @ 04:39 pm
[Liz is in her room, looking over herself in the mirror as she adjusts the suit of armor she's been fitted with. Cambot adds to the mood. Once everything's in place, Liz looks up at Cambot, testing the weight of her new sword.]

You know what? This is awesome.

Cambot's clearly raring to go, what do you say we go check out the rest of the ship? I hope there's slimes or something, I could use some practice again.
19 July 2012 @ 04:06 pm
Fourth Hack  
[Cambot turns on to Robin on the theatrical deck, looking serious even for him. When he's sure the Cambot is recording, he starts... making elaborate gestures? His hands are flying everywhere and his fingers are twisting into weird shapes and making gestures around his face and shoulder area- Oh wait he's signing. Apparently Cambot's supposed to be translating this because when Rob realizes that there's no subtitles going on, he gives Cambot a deadpan look (even through the shades) and points downward, moving his hand back and forth while spelling "s-u-b-t-i-t-l-e-s" out in signs with his other hand. Cambot gets the hint and flashes a word on the screen.]


[Rob nods and goes back to signing, speaking as well but obviously there's no sound coming out. It's for an aid to lip-reading (and kind of his own sanity).]

We have to do something about that dinosaur before it attacks anyone else or destroys the ship. I have some ideas about how to stop it. Anyone who wants to talk come to this deck A-S-A-P. It's small enough to get off the Nature Deck so we need to make plans before it decides to try it out.

[And he'll be waiting when whoever wants to gets there.]
18 July 2012 @ 09:47 pm
4th Bushel  
[Oh no! It looks like the Utahraptor has Big Macintosh cornered in his little garden. It's quite a bit taller than he is and he's shrinking back against the wall shaking, eyes wide in disbelief - what in the hay is this creature!?

As it comes closer, he tries to take the opportunity to force his way past it, but it immediately pounces on him, sinking its teeth into his flank. Big Mac slams his hind hoof into its jaw to kick it away and gallops off-camera with a hobble, the raptor charging after him. Somepony better come help this poor stallion!]
11 July 2012 @ 04:06 pm
[Liz-kitty found a good perch in a small tree on the nature deck, away from the traps. She knows everyone's still dealing with that whole thing, but there's something she needs to ask...she looks worried and maybe the slightest bit sad, unusually.]

Guys? Has anybody seen Linkara?
06 July 2012 @ 11:45 am
Mads Call #7  
[Frank is looking over some reports when there is a sudden knock at the door to Deep 13. The door creaks open, and in walks a kind of frightening-looking woman dressed in green, with glasses and curly hair pulled up into a bun. It’s none other than...Pearl Forrester, Dr. Forrester’s mother!]

Frank: Oh my goodness! Pearl? Pearl Forrester?!

Pearl: Frank! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! [She runs in and the two hug like old girlfriends.] How aaare you?!

Frank: Oh I’m doing just fine, Pearl! I didn’t know you’d be out here so soon!

Pearl: Ohh, well I heard that my Clay left for that dreck of a convention and I knew you’d be holding down the fort all by yourself so I thought I’d just come by and say hi! Maybe, yanno, give you a hand around the place.

Frank: Ohh Pearl, now, you don’t have to do that!

Pearl: Oh pshhaw, it’s nothing! I owed you a favor after you let me borrow that lovely party dress anyway!

Frank: Oh I practically couldn’t help it, it was your color!

Pearl: Haha, well, it certainly was! So! [She straightens herself out.] What’ve you got going on up there, you hard worker, you!

Frank: Hohoho, Hardly working, I’d say! Well, have a look for yourself! [He motions to the screen.]

Pearl: [squints up at the screen.] ...Huuh. Looks like you got some kinda wacky zoo up there at this point. Geeeeez, that looks gross and unsanitary. [She turns back to Frank.] Listen. Why don’t I set up cleaning up and organizing around down here, and you can start getting that zoo up there herded back into their proper holding pens or whatever? We can get a break for some coffee in a while.

Frank: Sounds terrific, Pearl!

Pearl: All right! [She claps her hands together.] Let’s get going here...

[Characters beware...looks like Pearl may be interfering a bit this week!]
01 July 2012 @ 12:58 am
[A big tiger sits in front of the food processor, tail swishing in annoyance. That hat probably looks familiar, as does that dark patch of fur on his chin. ...really, what else did you expect Kotetsu to turn in to?]

Y'know, this isn't funny. [He paws at a can of tuna.]

So, who here still has thumbs?
21 June 2012 @ 02:30 am
[It's Cambot on the media deck castle and WOAH what the hell happened here? The floor is covered in a long trail of what appears to be curly blonde hair. It's gotten to be quite a mess of tangles and even some things getting snared in it.]

I'm over here, Cambot.

[And Cambot pans over; apparently that massive train belongs to Liz, looking quite irritated as she's fussing with trying to keep her hair out of her face.]

Guys, I [pfft] seem to be having a bit of a problem here...

[Cambot won't argue that. Her hair, it's everywhere!]

Yeah yeah, very funny. Look, could I get some help down in the media deck so I can get this stuff under control?

Oh, and don't stay too long on the theater deck; I think that's what caused this; I was there all day with Zidane.
19 June 2012 @ 10:28 am
7 Stitches: The Art of the Dress  
[Cambot opens on a pretty peaceful scene - Rarity has taken over a second (empty) bedroom and is putting the finishing touches on converting it into a workroom. Looks like her bedroom wasn't big enough to contain the organized chaos of a fashion studio. She's humming happily as she works, not noticing Cambot recording or the opened door...or the fact that she's no longer alone in the room. The steadily increasing number of bunnies, squirrels, and songbirds in the room goes completely unnoticed as she organizes different sewing accoutrements into boxes. She gives a satisfied nod-]

There. That should do it.

[And turns around, only to catch sight of the gaggle of animals in her studio. Cue her nearly jumping out of her skin with a cry of surprise.]

What...how...goodness, I feel like Fluttershy. What would she do with all of you, I wonder? Hmm...Well, it is worth a try.

[She sings a few very familiar notes and is rather surprised when the gathered animals hum and tweet them back at her.]

Well! Perhaps you'd like to help me organize, then?

[Cambot watches her direct the animals in further organizational tasks - the animals are surprisingly efficient - before it cuts off the feed.]
30 May 2012 @ 05:22 pm
[Iron Liz. Fancy dress. Serious business.]

Listen up, guys.

You all heard what Gypsy said; there's a big iceburg out there and we're heading right for it. I dunno how much time we have, but I've got a plan.

I've heard something about trying to tip the satellite over, but that sounds too risky. But Gypsy says there are a dozen or so subpods down in the launch deck, and they're armed. It's not much, but I think if we can focus the fire from all of them on the burg, we can knock it out of our orbit.

So I need eleven other people up there with me. Who here can drive?
25 May 2012 @ 11:08 pm
[Iron Liz, office chair, fancy dress--wait what?]

Hey guys, I'm gonna have to postpone Warhammer night 'cause I can't find my gamemaster's notebook. I know exactly where I put it, too...I think we have some troublemakers again. Not pointing fingers or anything, I'm just saying this is becoming a pattern. Next thing you know the Mads are gonna set us up with a mandatory seminar about respecting personal property.

And speaking of? I'm not liking the pattern I'm seeing on the Sattelite this week. Keep an eye out the window.
08 May 2012 @ 10:18 pm
Seventh Trick  
[Well, someone's certainly trying to be sneaky. And while her size and catlike reflexes are working in her favor, as a certain someone once said, "don't you think that color is a little bright for a ninja?" The Cambot that keeps following her probably isn't helping, either. Will Wilykit let either of these matters stop her? Heck no! Is this wise? Probably not...

Whatever she's stalking, it seems to be right around the corner. There's a brief, high-pitched cry that makes Kit's ears go back, and then she rushes around the corner and pounces. There's another high-pitched cry, but this time, it's from Wilykit. Cambot hurries to film what's going on, anegih34to8yegfskvijgorihgei........................]


[Cambot flickers back on, and Wilykit is slumped upside-down against a wall with no assailant in sight. She manages a weak, sheepish smile.]

Okay, that didn't go so well...