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

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Okay, well a movie is like a story from a book, but told with moving pictures in a large dark theater with a sticky floor where you can eat overpriced junk food and deal with little kids kicking your seat while you watch.

It's basically the best thing ever.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

So it is like theater. Only less... dignified.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Much less so, and with more popcorn.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

We must experience this for ourselves.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. I'll see if I can track down something good for us to watch.

...It may require some digging.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

We look forward to it.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

I'll keep you up to date princess. Wizard's promise.

[royal-moonrise.livejournal.com]

We thank thee, sir wizard.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

You're welcome princess.