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itsjustcambot2012-02-22 10:36 pm
draconicmail) wrote in itsjustcambot2012-02-22 10:36 pm
Letter 001: This was not on the list.
[Hello, viewers, please enjoy this image of an enormous green eye. Apparently some creature (reptilian in nature, judging by the snake-like pupil) is leaning super close to Cambot to peer at his lens. Blink, blink. After a second, he leans away and scratches his head, revealing himself to be a small purple dragon, riding on the back of a purple pony. Just another day on the Satellite of Love.] Uh, hey, Twilight?
[The aforementioned pony seems to have her nose buried in a long scroll of parchment.] So after we go pick up the new quills and parchment, we can stop by Sugarcube Corner and see if we can get some pastries for our next party, and then we'll need to go out to Sweet Apple Acres and help Applejack measure the foundation for that new storage cellar she wants to put in.
[The dragon tugs gently on Twilight's mane to get her attention.] Yeah, okay, but Twilight?
Oh, and Cheerilee wanted to talk to us about coming in and demonstrating some magic for her younger students and she has all those books to return so we might as well pick them up while we're over there, and once we get home we need to reorganize at least the Classics section and possibly Modern Spellcasting as well because someone got into them and messed everything up and nothing's where it should be anymore.
[Tugging gently has been upgraded to tugging not so gently.] Kinda need you to see this...
And the globe needs polishing, and the floor needs to be scrubbed again, and I think our clock might be thirty seconds too fast --
TWILIGHT!! [Finally he gives up and snatches the to-do list away from her.]
What is it, Spi-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIhhhhhhhhhhhhk! [Her eyes go almost as wide as her head as her breath is sucked completely out of her body at what she's seeing.]
Yyyyyyeah. [And Spike just deadpans it:] I think we're lost.
((Double intro post! Expect responses from both Spike and Twilight (sailormagic). \o/))
[The aforementioned pony seems to have her nose buried in a long scroll of parchment.] So after we go pick up the new quills and parchment, we can stop by Sugarcube Corner and see if we can get some pastries for our next party, and then we'll need to go out to Sweet Apple Acres and help Applejack measure the foundation for that new storage cellar she wants to put in.
[The dragon tugs gently on Twilight's mane to get her attention.] Yeah, okay, but Twilight?
Oh, and Cheerilee wanted to talk to us about coming in and demonstrating some magic for her younger students and she has all those books to return so we might as well pick them up while we're over there, and once we get home we need to reorganize at least the Classics section and possibly Modern Spellcasting as well because someone got into them and messed everything up and nothing's where it should be anymore.
[Tugging gently has been upgraded to tugging not so gently.] Kinda need you to see this...
And the globe needs polishing, and the floor needs to be scrubbed again, and I think our clock might be thirty seconds too fast --
TWILIGHT!! [Finally he gives up and snatches the to-do list away from her.]
What is it, Spi-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIhhhhhhhhhhhhk! [Her eyes go almost as wide as her head as her breath is sucked completely out of her body at what she's seeing.]
Yyyyyyeah. [And Spike just deadpans it:] I think we're lost.
((Double intro post! Expect responses from both Spike and Twilight (
sailormagic). \o/))
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The bad books you've heard about are the mad scientists' doing. They like to think they are torturing us by having us read them but, honestly, I've heard of better evil schemes.
We haven't actually burned any of them yet.
The bots are around. There's Crow, Tom Servo, Cambot, and Gypsy. Crow and Tom are mostly harmless, Cambot is what we're speaking through now, and Gypsy practically runs the ship.
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