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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/))
ALL OF THE THREADJACKING, TERRA
Terra, dear, perhaps you had better let me handle it from here.
Twilight? Yoo-hoo, Twilight! [She waves a hoof in front of Cambot's lens. COME ON, GIRL, TALK TO HER] Why don't you tell me where you are, and we can...talk this over? Living without magic isn't necessarily fun, but it is how things are here, and...maybe I can give you a few pointers. How does that sound?
why can't I hold all this threadjacking
Rarity! Oh, thank goodness. [He'd really like to just go starry-eyed over her and forget everything, but there are more important matters at hand. Claw. Hoof. Whatever. He leans close to Cambot to whisper to just her.] Uh, I guess I'll... leave Twilight to you. But is there anything you want me to do to help?
because it slips like sand through our fingers!
this... can't... be... true...
Do I need a bucket to hold all this threadjacking?
Unfortunately, it is. It's not all bad, though. Listen, why don't you stay where you are and I'll come show you around? We do have a rather nice library here. [That she's never been in, but that isn't the point, now is it.]
Spike, do me a favor and see if you can't keep Twilight calm until I get there. Cambot, be a dear and show me where Twilight is, please.
[The screen pans up and down - Cambot nodding - before shutting off. Rarity's following Cambot, and it isn't two minutes before she arrives where Twilight and Spike are standing.]
Maybe a few buckets.
oh dear
Uhm...all right. Good luck with your friend, Rarity.
So basically, it's Tuesday.
Thank you, Terra. I may need it.