[Cambot focuses in on a part of the weapons deck. An enormous purple snake Pokemon slithers by...and dang, even for an Arbok, it seems endlessly long. It also seems to have only one working eye. And, it also seems to currently be panicking.]

OH! OH! Oh no! Miiiiiike! Everyone! I saw a ghost! And it had these creepy white eyes! And big claws! And hull integrity is probably compromised somewhere, too. But it was reeeeeeally spooky!

[There’s some strange static on the screen, and then--]

Oh no, it’s here again! I better--

[Cambot’s feed goes completely static-y and fitzes out.]

OOC: If some characters want to go investigate, three of them can go to battle Missingno in a separate log!

[Suddenly a WILD BLUE OTTER appears as it jumped out of the pool. It can only be Kaldur because who else spells all their time pool side...although the strange eel markings on the otter's fur also help. Kaldur shakes himself off and then looks up at Cambot]

It would seem that this creature is as aquatic as I thought. I believe I enjoy this form more so than the pony incident for that reason a lone.

[Is the otter smirking? He seems to be smirking]

It would also appear that these strange creatures do not have the same limits as we do when it comes to their abilities.

[To demonstrate the otter-pokemon takes a deep breath and then sends a blast of Water shooting across the pool. It seems someone has been playing around with his new form.]

I am curious to see what other types can do.

[Linkara. Cambot. Futon. He doesn't look too terribly amused.]

This week's shenanigans look pretty scattered, right? I mean, we have some people seeing dead people, or ghosts, or possibly sharing hallucinations - whatever you want to call it. On top of that, Terra suddenly has super strength and Riku's afraid of red. [Yep, somebody's been keeping up on what's going on over Cambot.]

It does look pretty random...until you remember that the Mads' special guest during their last transmission was M. Night Shyamalan. Those of you who know who he is probably have a good idea of what's coming next, or at least have a few guesses. Those of you who don't...well, the mermaid in the pool might be friendly but I wouldn't risk it, don't go near the elevators, and stay off the nature deck.

[There's something coming in on the Hexfield viewscreen!

A little white worm that seems to be sticking out of someone's ear wiggles happily, as though waving at the camera. It's a little unsettling that this particular worm seems to have a smiling face...but it's even more unsettling when that smile suddenly seems a bit...troll-ish. And then suddenly, there's music!]

((LOL I chose that song because it's been stuck in my head for about a week. But believe me, it gets worse >8D))

[It seems someone else has gotten in on the pranking, though this reach is a bit... wider than Team Cutie Mark Laughter Crusaders. Throughout the top eight levels of the satellite, there have been thin, nearly invisible plastic wires strung across walkways. They're not significant enough to trip anyone up, but for making trip lines... well, they're perfect.]

[Anyone who walks into one of these has about half a second to dodge before a pie hits them on the top of the head. Or the side of the head. Or the face. Whoever's set these up has rigged these to drop or throw pies however is possible with limited space and materials. And who did it? Well, if one looks around, there will be - somewhere nearby - a little scrap of paper with a dagger sketched on it. Of course, that could just be a coincidence. But who really thinks it is?]

[And when Zidane gets on the Cambot later, he's looking inordinately pleased with himself.]

Since it looks like nothing screwy's going on this week, I decided to get back to that play I was working on. Looks like it's going to be some sort of adventure story due to a lack of actual thespians around here, so would anyone want to be in something that requires you to wave a sword around without actually hitting anyone?

Still working out the ending, too - this playwright thing's harder than I thought it'd be. But I don't think much can get worse than those robots trying to write again.

[Now that Lea's back to normal, he is currently sitting in his chair, arms folded. Yes he is NOT amused. And yes, that is a pout quite clear on his face.]

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Well of course that didn't last long did it?

[All that 80s synth-pop music is getting old, isn't it? I thought so. So here's something different for a change. A jaunty tune is being played on a piano.

The cambot picking it up goes to check out and finds Isa, of all people, playing the piano, he also hasn't noticed the cambot recording him yet.]

[A bunch of static comes over the screen and it's apparent Riku's Cambot ran into the wall based on image location.]

You okay, there, Cam?

[Cambot looks over to Riku, who's changing clothes. Behind him is a wall of what looks like hand-drawn pictures. Most of his normal clothing seemed to have run away this week. As he pulls the bandages around his torso tight, one can see that though slightly leaner, his build is very reminiscent of someone else's. At least he doesn't really seem to be pained too much while adjusting them anymore. He grabs his shirt from the back of his chair and a bright blue vest. He looks very much like a teenager of the period. As he puts on the puffy vest, he pauses, looking right at Cambot.]

Wait, are you recording again? [When Cambot pans up and down a little, Riku runs his hand over his face.] Tell me I had my pants on... [At least he did.]

[Wandering around, looking more irritated than lost.] Geez, this crap again?

Man, can't be that place, though. Thought we took care of that. 'sides, nothin's attacked yet. And couldn't've gotten here without Senpai. Unless...

[Growls and slams a fist against the wall.] Damn stupid bear! It's gotta be his fault! HEY! You better show yourself or I'll beat the stuffing outta you when I find you!

[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/))

[Lexaeus makes sure that Cambot is properly focused on him before he speaks.]

Ienzo informed me that there was a second experiment going on. Did something happen in the past few days? I mean, of course, other than our all being ponies.

[Not an accidental recording for once - Rarity is dead serious this time around.]

I'm sure you've all seen Discord by now, or at least his handiwork. Not the nicest person, is he.

If he's gotten to your friends - if their colors have gone dull and they're not acting at all like themselves...well, I can't tell you not to worry, but I can tell you that they don't mean what they say when they're like that. It's what Discord does - aside from the chocolate rain and the gelatin pools and all of that, he also makes your friends act entirely unlike who they really are.

It is disheartening, yes, but don't give up! All your friends need is a reminder of who they really are - of how much they mean to you. Remind them of their friendship with you! No matter how cruel and hurtful their words get, keep going! You will get them back!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to throw.

[There's a glimpse of a few bright colors before Cambot shuts off - yep, that was a bunch of balloons. SHE'S COMING FOR YOU, PINKIE]

[Here's Minakopony, with a not-kicked-in-by-back-hooves Cambot, looking...well. Serious. Which is a sign that srs bsns is about to happen. So she clears her throat.]

Ok, roll call time!


Who here on this ship has their colors intact, doesn't hate everyone and doesn't want to kill people? Show of hands and hooves! I need to know sooner rather than later because...well, it's probably pretty obvious why and if it isn't I'm willing to explain!

[When Cambot catches up to him, Zidane is still a pony, but ...different. He's plodding along the hall where he would have trotted or flown, his neck and head nearly parallel to the floor instead of being held up proudly. Worst of all, though, is the fact that he's lost all color from his body, from the tip of his tail to the end of his nose. Anyone who knows what Discord does can take that as a bad omen... and anyone who can guess what the opposite of Zidane's personality is can take that as a really bad omen.]

Get away. [He's snapping at the Cambot instead of performing for it, but as it starts to move off he gets second thoughts.] Hey, wait a second, come back here. You guys downstairs - you're trying to take over the world, right?

[His eyes are hard as flint as he speaks to the Cambot, not caring who hears.] Get me out of here and I'll help you. Bring me down to where there's more souls and we can disrupt the cycle completely. It will be chaos such as you've never seen in all your lives and the world never shall see again. The souls of Terra need a home to go to, and this world will do just as well as Gaia.

I'll start up here... When I'm done, I expect you'll be ready for me.

[And with that, he turns and walks off again, purposefully. Cambot hovers, not at all sure if it should follow him, letting out a series of chittering beeps that sounds rather apprehensive.]

((ooc: encounter him anywhere starting from deck 8 down and try to stop him, but be warned he can still fly and has all of his acrobatic tricks up his sleeves.))

[Up in the cockpit, there’s a sudden flash of lightning and a burst of pink smoke...and out of the smoke emerges a strange, haphazard creature. It looks to be part pony, part lion, part dragon and part deer...and all smug smiles.]

Hell-O, everypony! Although, I suppose here, not everypony is even a pony, hmm? Now isn’t that fascinating...

I suppose I should introduce myself...I’m Discord, lord of chaos! I just happened to be passing by this part of the cosmos, when I couldn’t help noticing all this splendid chaos you have going on up here! I just had to come along and contribute what little I could.

Who’s causing all this bee-you-tiful disharmony, you may ask? Well, it’s not me, and it’s not Joe! I wonder who...or what...it could possibly be!


[As soon as Discord shows up, even more chaos spreads around the SOL...it starts raining chocolate milk on the nature deck, the food synthesizer only puts out unpopped popcorn and anchovies, and the media deck is now entirely upside-down. This chaos will continue to escalate, even affecting characters’ personalities for the worse, unless your characters find a way to stop Discord!]

[Somehow, somewhere, Zidane has acquired a dashing hat and gotten it to stay on his still-pony-shaped head. He's currently rooting around on the Theatrical Deck, surprise surprise, and has somehow acquired a stack of loose papers and a pen. Time to see if it really is as difficult to write with your mouth as he thinks it's going to be!]

Hey, I've got a couple of questions for you! See, I had a talk the other day with a guy who really needs more of a social life and maybe a date every once in awhile [hello Frank!], or at all, and during that conversation I started thinking about maybe trying my hand at that whole being a playwright thing. Lord Avon is immortal, of course, but there's always room for a newcomer, isn't that right?

So! Since we all come from these difference places and presumably our entertainment on our homes was probably different, what kind of plays would you guys be interested in seeing? Comedy? Tragedy? Farce? Satire? Or we've got melodrama or maaaybe a musical, but writing music isn't really my strong suit, and we're going to avoid any and all morality plays because those are without a doubt always boring as hell.

Suggestions? Comments? Concerns? Just say what's on your mind!