[MakubeX is on the media deck, wearing a blue and orange scarf. He's looking up and scowling at something. Cambot scrolls up, revealing a book hovering in the air just out of arm's reach, flapping its covers like wings. Cambot then pulls back so one can see both MakubeX and the book.]

Please come down? I'd really like to try to make that potion. I won't spill anything on you. You have my word.

[The books slams its cover in response, then resumes it's flapping. MakubeX sighs.]

This is going to take a while...

((OOC: It was either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Random house quiz said Ravenclaw, so...))

[Cambot comes across MakubeX sitting on the ground the best a porygon can, head ducked between his feet-thingies.]

I feel ill... Please tell me it isn't just me seeing strange things.

[A purple-ish porygon wearing a dolphin pendant sits in front of a door, looking up at the handle in mild agitation. Experimentally, it nudges the door a couple of times, to no avail. It sighs and looks up at Cambot.]

Can someone assist me? I... don't have arms.

((OOC: Back~))

[Once again, MakubeX is busy on his laptop. He knows Cambot's there and starts to speak without looking up.]

So I've been thinking about this time machine thing. I've been curious to give it a try, but there are some... complications. Would anyone planning on using it soon mind doing me a little favor? Just a small experiment I'd like to try. You wouldn't need to do more than take something with you. A couple of volunteers would be ideal, going to different time periods.

[Apparently, MakubeX finally has his laptop doing something. He's sitting in his room, typing away. His Cambot is keeping its distance.]

That makes the most sense. Everything appears stable, so maybe... [And he notices the Cambot.] How long have you been there?

[Cambot focuses on a curtain on the theatrical deck. MakubeX's voice can be heard.]

There's a 64% chance that this will work, a 23% chance that it will not, and a 13% chance that he won't call at all and this is a complete waste of time.

[MakubeX steps out... in a long wig, a dress, and some light makeup. (Makubette?)]

...and 90% certainty that I will regret this later.

((OOC: Yeah, he's not as busty-looking as in the icon. ^^;))

[MakubeX sits on his bed, surrounded by papers fidgeting. Finally, he looks up at Cambot and sighs.]

Okay, fine... I... um... could use some advice. In person, please.

Well, this is certainly new. And certainly difficult to work with. Ah, well. It's a challenge, to be sure. One doesn't fully appreciate imposable thumbs until they're gone.

Anyway, is anyone up here not a pony? Is there anything we have to do to change back or something?

((OOC: Links include nsfw language.))

[MakubeX stands in front of two rather large posters, wearing a pair of glasses and a lab coat and carrying a pointer stick.] Attention, those curious about the elusive Rules of the Internet. Here... [He taps the first poster with the pointer] is a complete list. However, there are variations as seen here. [He taps the other poster.] Due to the ever-changing nature of the internet, the rules are also ever-changing. Why is this?I direct your attention to Rule 71 on poster number two.

Now, if you have any questions, feel free to consult myself or Professor Liz.

[Sitting on the floor in his room, working on his not-so-shiny new gift from the Mads. His double is sitting on the bed, grinning.]

How many times do I have to tell you how wrong you are? None of them would do such a thing.

[The spectre says something, grin widening. It knows this one's gonna sting.]

Just... stop. Nothing is like that anymore. I know better.

[It shrugs, speaks again, then flops back on the bed.]

You're wrong.

[MakubeX sits on his bed, quite intent on something. He seems oblivious to Cambot. Cambot pulls out, showing that the boy is surrounded by a number of paper cranes as he works on yet another.]

I think this will do...

I've sort of lost track of time here, but if this is indeed the day after Halloween, it's my birthday today. Er, well... the day we picked, at least. It's kind of sad, really. I wonder what everyone's doing back home, or if they even remembered.

[He shakes his head.] Anyway, has everyone seen what's going on outside? It's absolutely amazing! I've never seen any living thing that big before.

Walking scarecrows, questionable cupcakes, sharks...

Yes, it's decided. I'll be keeping to my room from here on out until this passes.

Good luck to you all.

So, I've finally come to terms with the fact that this isn't some insane dream, what with the talking ponies, robots, and all.

I've also come to accept that there is no simple way to contact anyone on Earth. I do hope to work on this, however, if I could only find the equipment I need. Always good to have a project, yes?

Until then... [sighs] I'm terribly bored. Any ideas?

[Looking curiously at Cambot.] Surveillance equipment? Hm. Well, whoever you are, out there, I must admit that I'm rather impressed. Your illusions are incredible. I commend you for making it impenetrable.

I'm not frightened, however. I'll get out of here, one way or another.