[A young woman with dusky skin stands at the shelves in the media deck, wearing a lavender vest with a white shirt under it and a dark pleated skirt - a young woman who's never been seen on the Satellite before. Still, her colorfully-streaked hair and the fact that she's got her nose buried in a book or alternately studying her hand in minute detail probably gives a couple of very good clues about her identity.]

The human hand is so fascinating! So complex, so involved, such a miracle of biological construction! The thumb is the key to your evolution, of course - I'd read it before, but now I see exactly why that is! We get by in Ponyville, of course, we can hold things and move them, but the finely delicate work you humans are capable of is simply amazing. I never realized just how much of an impact it had until now!

[Yep, it's Twilight. As form changes go? She's all right with this one. And even though ponies don't wear clothes normally, she's learned here it's bad for humans to go around without them, so she found some pretty quickly. She looks up with a smile, closing her book but not putting it away, simply cradling it in her arms.]

I suppose not having hands is creating some problems for some of you. Does anyone need any help?

[There's a pile of clothes in the middle of the hall on one of the housing decks, a fairly normal set of clothes that's a green shirt, jeans, black hoodie, and sneakers - but the sunglasses on top give away the clothes' likely owner. There's also some angry chirping coming from ...somewhere, but it's pretty muffled. Then the clothes start bobbing up and down, like something's struggling to get out from under it, and a hand reaches out from behind the camera to move the hoodie and shirt aside enough so that a little brown feathered head pokes out and begins speaking actual words.]

-think you get used to weird stuff happening, but this takes the cake. Definitely not feeling the aster on this one.

[Robin wriggles the rest of the way out from under his (former?) clothing, hopping and flapping until he's on top of the pile, looking up at Cambot. If a small bird could look unimpressed, he totally is.]

They're taking this way too literally. Hey, anyone out there with teeth? Try to take a bite out of me and you'll regret it.

[On the nature deck is a rather large, gray-green bird that seems to be looking for something. Or maybe he's looking for somewhere to get comfortable.

Obviously, this is another victim of this week's oddness, but he can't tell us anything. While most of those who have been changed have maintained an ability to speak, he has not. If he had, he would probably express some confusion over being a bird similar to one he knows from back home, but not as large.]

[There was a sound of something sniffing the camera. Crouching down, a fox with a familiar scarf and cocky smirk appeared on the screen. Pawing at the cambot to move a bit, he got the camera to get a much better look at him. Lea pounced on top of one of the chairs and spun around in it.]

Heeeeeey~ Guess who else got their wild side look on?

[Sneeerrrks, as his fluffy tail wagged playfully.]

Gotta, say I don’t mind it so much.

[Cambot's getting all kinds of great cat videos today.

This one shows a small-ish black cat playing with a ball of bright green yarn. It bats the ball here and there, pouncing and tugging at loose strands until eventually it becomes tangled in the yarn.

It tries for a few moments to pull itself free, then looks up at Cambot.]

Please?

[A hand moves into view, freeing the kitty.]

Thank you.

[The cat proceeds to start playing with the yarn again.]

[Cam's just hanging around the theatrical deck, seeing what he can see. Normally his person is here, but apparently not today.

The door to one of the cupboards is open, though, and there's a rustling sound coming from there. Maybe she's looking for something and the door is hiding her.

...Nope, she's not here. There is, however, a white cat, laying on top of a bunch of cloth scraps that have been piled neatly in a box on the bottom shelf.]

Hello, Cambot.