Night 1

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

WHAT SORT OF... [Luna flinches as her "traditional Canterlot voice" (or what's left of it here) bounces back at her. Curse the acoustics of this place!]

[She tries again.] What sort of trickery is this? We have done our penance. Nightmare Moon is no more. We have reconciled with our sister. We are loved once more by our subjects! WE DEMAN-... [Ow, the ears. She’ll remember this eventually.]

We demand to know who is responsible for trapping us among the stars once again! [Luna stomps a hoof for emphasis. When there is no immediate answer, she sits down and pouts a little.]

Comments

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

You asked who trapped us here.

It was two idiots with bad taste in stories.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

What do the stories have to do with anything?

I assume she knows this IC? Will retcon out if not

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

They're keeping us here to read them. We're going to mock them instead.

It's my turn this week. Wish me luck.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

To what purpose does this serve?

...good luck, we suppose.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

Thank you miss Luna horse.

What purpose? What purpose. They're mad scientists.

They want to drive us nuts.

They're really bad at being mad scientists.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

So it appears.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I mean they could at least take someone who couldn't already walk it.

[She says this totally deadpan, and apparently in reference to herself.]