[On the theatrical deck, rummaging through a box of fabric. So far, Kanji hasn't taken on any physical changes. He's having other issues, though... And, no, he hasn't noticed Cambot.]

Oh, what is this!?

[Some bright cloth goes flying.]

What is this sh-... Why the hell is it all neon?!

[Lea walks up the camera, holding it up so it looks at him. He gives a smirk.]

Heh, I think I can get used to this.

Not bad, Satellite of Love, not bad at all~

[The feed opens on an empty corridor. But wait! What was that flash of movement up ahead? The Cambot inches forward. Was it a bird? A plane? A white pegasus screaming joyfully as she hurtles through the air towards his - OH GOD WHAT]

[Cammy drops down just in time, turning to watch the not-so-pink Pinkie flutter to a wobbly stop above him. While hovering upside-down. Of course.] Oopsie! Sorry about that!

Guys, guys! Check it out! I have WINGS! I'm a real-life PEGASUS! Ohmygosh this is the best thing EVER, I've always WANTED to fly! I mean, space walking's great and all, but it's nowhere NEAR the same as having wings! Oooh, ooooh, I bet I could do tricks! Anyone wanna see one?

[Kaldur looks a little...older it seems.]

I am quite confused. If this is supposed to be 1980s nostalgia then what does that necessarily have to do with my sudden appearance like this?

I was not even born in the 1980s nor am I as familiar with its culture on the surface. Is there, perhaps, someone that can explain?

 I really should have expected something like this to happen. 

[The voice that's speaking is a deep, adult one. One that some people should find unsettlingly familiar. The person the voice belongs to probably looks unsettlingly familiar too.]

I mean, compared with the pony thing, this is practically mundane.

[He pauses and sighs, annoyed]

So is it just affecting me, or did this happen to everyone else?

[Just another day on the SOL - nothing out of the ordinary here. There certainly isn't a furry cat-like alien in full body armour wandering the halls with a glowing wrench, pressing an buttons he can find and fiddling with pieces of discarded metal, no sirree.

And he definitely isn't trying to swat away a certain cambot, following his every move.]

Hey, knock it off. I said I'd find a way outta here, alright?

[If 'a way out' meant wandering around in circles for the past hour. The Lombax's tail swishes once in thought, a gloved hand on his hip as he looks to the side, then up.]

Qwark? Aphelion? Yo! You guys okay?

[The only noise, the only response that fills the halls is cambot's whirring. Something Ratchet really would like to stop circling him every few minutes.

Welp.

Marooned on a spaceship with no other forms of life in sight. This was turning out to be such a great rescue.]

Ah, c'mon. If Qwark's involved, we'd better go help.

 [Cambot shoots a close-up of a flimsy British boy with long silver-hair and an anxious expression on his effeminate face. He looks around at the empty room, jumping back with a squeal as something clangs above. The large hexigonal screen on the opposite wall is blank, and he inches away from the high-tech equipment that looks similar to what powers those pesky children's card games. In jerky slow motion, as if the boy was tipsy and paralyzed from the waist down, he steps out of the cockpit into a large, dimly-lit hallway.]

"Bullocks, where the deuce am I now? I was just having my afternoon tea and crumpets a little bit ago, but this doesn't look like Madame Fuzzylumpkin's Coffee Shop..." 

[The camera pans out as the boy starts walking away, shouting in his high-pitched voice that echoes] 

"Helloooo? Helloooo? I want my mummy... Yugi? Te'a? Barney-Tristan? Weird. Am I the only Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged character here?"

[Not long after the mads' announcements, there's a monkeyboy reaching out to get his Cambot to focus on him. It's not exactly working too well, but he keeps at it, adjusting it periodically as he talks - the 'bot kind of got knocked around during his little World Annihilation phase the week before.]

Now that we've got our real bodies back, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for whatever I did last week. It's kind of all pretty fuzzy, but I think I tried to punch a hole in this place? Uhm, anyone who wants to, you can hit me for that later. It's kind of a long, long story.

But I wanted to make it up to you, and prove that I'm not normally some kind of genocidal freak. [No, that's just the rest of his family. And now Zidane pushes Cambot back to show that he's made his way up to the media deck and... the newly-appeared karaoke machine. How does he know how it works? How does he know what it even is? WHO CARES, BECAUSE HE'S GOT A POINT TO MAKE.] Someone I haven't seen in far too long showed me how powerful music can be, so what better way to prove that I'm back to normal again but through song? Hit it!

[And a small button clicks, and a song begins to play... a song that might be horrifyingly familiar to certain people on the SOL, and he begins to sing along.]

( He isn't... Yes, yes he is. )

[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!]

[Isn't space beautiful? Cammy seems to think so - he's just hovering in front of the windows, the shot panning across the stars and planets and - what is that? He zooms in on a small pink object floating in space. It looks like a little...cloud of something? He's barely focused in on it before a space-suited pony, poofy pink tail trailing behind her, pounces on it, turning into a head-over-hooves somersault that carries her out of frame.]

[Cammy quickly darts over to the next window, queuing up a little background music as he does so. After a few seconds Pinkie spirals past, clutching the pink cloud tight to her chest with one foreleg as she waves excitedly to her Cambot buddy with the other. Her jetpack leaves thin white trails of exhaust in her wake, littered here and there with stray pieces of cotton candy. Cammy follows her past a few more windows, until eventually she lets the cloud fly lightly into the window and zips away to flop face-first into another.]

[Her suit must have a little radio or something, because Cammy can still pick up her slightly staticky voice.] Everypony! You've just GOTTA come out and see this! It's COTTON CANDY CLOUDS! IN SPAAAAACE!

GREETINGS, LOYAL SUBJECTS!

Your princess bids you good day and is pleased to have acquired so many new, faithful subjects in a single day. We do hope that those of you who are used to two legs can manage with four.

As this place is among the stars, t'is the perfect kingdom for the Princess of the Night! However, the name is not fitting at all. Hm... We shall have to think of a new name.

IN GOOD TIME!

For now, we welcome you all to our kingdom! Do not hesitate to ask if there are any questions. We are also open to suggestions for names. We are entertaining the name "Lunaria"!

[And there's another pony running around now, except this one looks just a little different. Sure, most of him is pony-like enough, his body teal like his normal clothing and his mane and tail his normal blond, but Zidane's tail is still his normal tail, long and thin and prehensile, not a proper fluffy pony-tail. Unlike most people- er, ponies, he seems to not be having trouble staying on his feet, but that's probably because he's always had an extra appendage to help balance. His mark, when it's visible, is an odd symbol, and he's undoubtedly got a smirk on his face as well as wings on his back. He and his brother make gravity their bitch, after all.]

So I didn't expect to run into this kind of problem on my third day here, but at least it's a new one. Always be up for trying new things; that's the way we always did it at home! So all of you guys who aren't happy with it, just give it a shot! Maybe one day soon we'll be switched back just as fast as we were switched to begin with.

Oh yeah, and all you guys who've got horns now - you're unicorns, right? So you're all attracted to virgins all the time now aren't you? Guess we could say you're pretty horny.

[WIDER SMIRK AND EYEBROW WIGGLE. Apparently he's also gotten a hardy and compliant - or mischievous - Cambot, because it chimes in with music.]

Hey, everypony! Oh my gosh, I can TOTALLY say that now! Everypony! [She giggles behind a hoof.] Okie-dokie-lokie! I heard that a lot of you are having a liiiiiittle trouble with being a pony! So I thought I'd do something to help you all out!

[Cammy starts playing some music as the lesson starts. What, you didn't think it'd be normal, did you? He zooms in on Pinkie's hooves as she demonstrates the very FIRST thing you've got to know when you're a pony.]

Just put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!

You just gotta get the right rhythm!
Just listen to Pinkie's little song!
Just flick that little tail and keep with 'em!
Your hooves will carry you all day long!

Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!

[Technically, what she's doing by now is more along the lines of moonwalking. Or maybe shuffling. But it's the principle of the matter. She jumps on a trampoline and starts bouncing for the next verse.]

Now if you've got wings you can beat
I've just got one thing to say
Well, don't be afraid - flying's real neat!
Princess Luna can show you the way!

[She hops off the trampoline to demonstrate basic walking/dancing/shuffling again.]

Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!

And if on your flank you've got a picture
Like a diamond or a star or a BALLOON! [She shoves her own flank into the screen, showing off her cutie mark.]
You know your special talent, that much is sure!
If not, it's okay, you'll get one soon!

Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floooooor!
Put one hoof in front of the other~
And soon you’ll be trottin' out the door!

[Ironically, the last verse is delivered while she's standing on her hind hooves, in true grand finale form. She drops back to all fours as the music fades.] And if you have any questions about anything else, just ask!

[Cambot is, well... running away from something. Residents of the SOL might be forgiven in thinking that one shade survived Doof's -inator device, because there's quick footfalls coming from behind the speeding mechanical. Something's definitely chasing it. But any concern about it being a shade is put immediately to rest when whatever-it-is speaks and it can be heard by everyone.]

HEY! Get back here! You can't just run away from me!

[Cambot continues fleeing, but then the view bounces, shaking wobbily as ... well, who knows, but it's not moving as fast and it's kind of swaying from side to side. And then the tip of a tail, covered in blond fur, comes into view, only to be whisked away and replaced by a pair of hands in white gloves gripping the edges of the lens and an upside-down face staring straight into it and his ponytail whipping around.]

HEY! WHATEVER'S IN THERE! I WANNA ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS!

[...Yes. Zidane is literally riding the Cambot. And now he's knocking on the lens with a fist, dear god monkeyboy what are you doing.]

HEY! Park this thing and get out so we can talk!

[GLaDOS is in the kitchen again, with a variety of ingredients behind her on the counter. She focuses on Cambot.]

With all this chaos going on, I think we all began to forget what was important to us on this ship. Staying sane for one more day. In order to facilitate this, I've taken the liberty of placing surprises around the satellite.

Good surprises.

In related news, vanilla vampire cookies contain vanilla, but lack the proper vampire content to live up to the name. Follow along and you'll see how a lack of vampires makes these cookies what they are. Take one half cup butter softened one half teaspoon vanilla one egg one eight ounce package cream cheese one box Duncan Hines French Vanilla cake mix, also White sparkling sugar sprinkles. Do [static] add one grain of [static]evil.

Beat butter, vanilla, egg, and cream cheese in an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add cake mix. Cover bowl and chill for at least 30 minutes, so dough is firmer and easier to roll. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lay parchment paper on cookie sheets. Use a teaspoon to scoop out chilled dough. Roll into balls, then roll in sparkle sugar, pressing lightly to make it stick. Place cookies on the parchment paper, leaving room between for cookies to spread. Bake for 12 minutes or until edges start to brown slightly. May contain [static]evil in trace amounts.

[GLaDOS pulls out a pan of sparkly...things. That are quite definitely not [static]evil in any way.]

Place around your home, where they can sparkle in total innocence, as they are in no way related to [static]evil or vampires. Enjoy.

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

It appears to be a short, yellow school bus...with rockets? There are no children on board, just a woman with crazy orange hair and a lizard on her shoulders. She looks up from her console and waves, clearly delighted, before honking the horn.

The viewscreen zooms in on her. She has her messy orange hair in a bun and appears to be wearing an outfit covered in planets and stars, her earrings (however) are a pair of Sputnik 1 satellites.]

Good morning, space cadets!

I hope you don't mind me passing by your satellite. I was doing a routine inspection of the bus's orbital stability and rocket boosters when I noticed your lovely ship and just had to get a closer look!

[She looks at the lizard]

It's a shame the class isn't here, Liz, I would love to teach them about satellites. Hmm, I might have to make a note of that. We've already been to space once, but as I always say "there's always room for more space!"

[Did her earrings just glow briefly?]

Oh, but I suppose you all know all about satellites seeing as you are aboard one right now.

[Cambot picks up his feed on the costume deck, if the surprisingly neat piles of clothes are any indication. Prominent in the foreground are the trademark black Organization coat, with matching pants and other articles of clothing along with. A figure - Lexaeus, given the height and size of him - is bending into a cabinet that seems to be a jumble of clothes.]

[Cambot brushes a pile of clothes and it topples over; Lexaeus straightens too quickly and bumps his head, bringing a shower of Bellarian accoutrements, wigs, props, and other things down on his head. He turns to see who made the noise.]

[And, well.]

( [So THAT'S where the Fabio wigs were.] )