[Lexaeus nods to Cambot. It seems like he finally made it to the media deck, after that second elevator stint.]

I felt that I should warn everyone that the elevator is still malfunctioning, and may still trap people seeking to use it. Perhaps someone should see to creating an escape hatch, if such a thing might be possible.

[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.

[Lexaeus looks worried, in as much as ponies can look worried, though these ponies seem to have mysteriously mobile faces.]

Has anyone seen Ienzo? I have not been able to locate him since this change occurred to all of us.

[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.] )

[Lexaeus faces the camera directly. While not, perhaps, as familiar as Xigbar or Xaldin with waking up in random places with no memory of how he got there, he is fairly clear on the fact that this is something odd.]

Greetings. I seem to have found myself here through unknown forces. Can anyone enlighten me as to what's going on and where I am?