Third Report

[sailormagic]

[There's another scream echoing down the halls of the SOL, another feminine scream - one might be forgiven for thinking Minako's at it again. But no, it's Twilight, running full-tilt down the hall and screaming at the top of her lungs, followed by a... Tom Servo in a brilliant red dress, calling after her almost pleadingly.]

They told me you wanted to dance the tango! Why don't you want to?

STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME! I'LL KICK YOU INTO NEXT WEEK IF YOU DON'T!

[Cambot turns to track them as they blaze past and continue on down the hall.]

But we're meant to, don't you see?!

GET AWAY! GET AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

[...Just another day on the SOL.]

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[sailormagic]

HARRY! HARRY GET THAT DRESS OFF OF IT!

But I need this dress to tango!

[buildingproblem]

...Yeah, for the good of all humanity and pony-anity, the dress has to die.

I'm on my way.

[Amazing how fast you can move on long legs. Harry races down the halls and does a baseball slide into the hallway in front of her, holding a strange device]

Duck!

[sailormagic]

[Twi does better than that - she charges forward a little more, then allows her hooves to go out from under her as she ducks under Harry's... device. She slides down the hall low to the ground as the Servo keeps following her, right into Harry's path.]

[buildingproblem]

[There's a strange, almost sinister, humming from the gadget as Harry pulls the trigger, and just as Twilight dodges a massive ball of energy bursts out of the nozzle with enough kickback to stagger Harry.

The energy orb flies down the hallway to slam right into the dance crazed robot, throwing up a swirling vortex of energy that subsides to reveal Tom redressed in a fedora and trench coat.]

Huh, so that's what that setting was.