[Rarity's studio looks a bit different- the fabric is stacked neatly against walls and in drawers, and almost every available flat surface is covered in hair ties, ribbons, bobby pins, brushes, combs, and all manner of hair accessories. It looks like she has a plan.]

It seems the Theatrical Deck has been...causing problems for people. Don't worry - I am here to offer my services! Fashion isn't the only thing I'm good at, after all - having a stylish coiffure is essential to completing an ensemble. It's also a good thing to have when your hair is long enough to drag on the floor.

If you need your hair taken care of, or if you would like to assist, do come by. I would be more than happy to help.

[Cambot opens on a pretty peaceful scene - Rarity has taken over a second (empty) bedroom and is putting the finishing touches on converting it into a workroom. Looks like her bedroom wasn't big enough to contain the organized chaos of a fashion studio. She's humming happily as she works, not noticing Cambot recording or the opened door...or the fact that she's no longer alone in the room. The steadily increasing number of bunnies, squirrels, and songbirds in the room goes completely unnoticed as she organizes different sewing accoutrements into boxes. She gives a satisfied nod-]

There. That should do it.

[And turns around, only to catch sight of the gaggle of animals in her studio. Cue her nearly jumping out of her skin with a cry of surprise.]

Oh! What...how...goodness, I feel like Fluttershy. What would she do with all of you, I wonder? Hmm...Well, it is worth a try.

[She sings a few very familiar notes and is rather surprised when the gathered animals hum and tweet them back at her.]

Well! Perhaps you'd like to help me organize, then?

[Cambot watches her direct the animals in further organizational tasks - the animals are surprisingly efficient - before it cuts off the feed.]

[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]

[The video shows Rarity, looking very mussed - which isn't like her at all - and rather scuffed, as though she's just come out the worse in a less than ideal situation...but that couldn't be the case, could it?]

[She runs a hoof over her mane, frowning at the ruined curls.]

Well, that certainly didn't turn out well. [She glances up] You weren't broadcasting any of that, were you?

[Cambot pans side to side - that would be a no.]

Oh, good. I would not have wanted anypony to see that. Now, if you could please stay off until after I've taken care of the mess that awful thing made of my coiffure, I would appreciate it.

[Cambot pans side to side again, and Rarity pauses.]

What do you mean, no? You- you're not broadcasting now, are you?

[Cambot pans up and down this time. Yes, he is. If it was possible for Rarity to look even more agitated, she's certainly doing it now.]

Cambot, we discussed this! You need to give a lady warning before you start showing her off for all the world to see! It's rather rude! [She sighs, a bit defeated.] But it's a bit late for that now, isn't it.

[She sighs again, and there's a long pause before she begins speaking again.] Aqua, I happened to run across your shade, and...well, she's rather nasty, and very protective of her kneecaps. Do be careful if you see her.

[She starts heading back to her room to go soothe her wounded pride and nurse her somewhat banged up hind legs. They're not too bad, luckily, but evidently she hadn't been kidding about Aqua's shade.]

[Rarity is stretched out, mane and tail very mussed, on a bed that is obviously not hers, in a room that is obviously not hers - in fact, judging from the pants in the closet that Cambot picks up in its slow pan of the room, it looks like it's Terra's room.

That's about the only thing that still looks masculine in this room, as the rest of it is filled to the brim with chaise lounges in every color and fabric imaginable. Who knows how they even got there. Tucked in the corner is one very large rock, dressed in one hastily-made very sparkly outfit, complete with a large nametag that reads "MARK." Evidently Rarity was busy last night.

Right now, however, she's a bit bleary.]

Oh...dear. What did happen last night?

[Rarity is standing just outside her door, though it's partially closed and Cambot's angle doesn't have a view of what's in the room. This, of course, is exactly how Rarity wants things. She nudges it closed, causing the bell hung on the handle to jingle.]

Aqua, when you have a moment, I've finished...what it is we've talked about...and I'd like you to come by to take a look and tell me what you think. Anytime soon would be lovely.

[She turns around to go back into her room and notices the small folded piece of paper leaning against her door. That wasn't there before, was it? She picks it up and reads it aloud, a bit perplexed.]

"Thank you for the wings." [She looks up at Cambot, confusion apparent on her face] You're welcome?

[Cambot focuses on a very festive scene: Rarity, wearing a rather stunning hat and humming a quiet tune, putting the final touches on a wreath. When she's finished, she carefully carries it over to an existing stack of wreaths and places it carefully on top. She nods, satisfied, before picking up a gold bow and approaching Cambot.]

Now, Cambot, I've made something for you too. After all, you do want to look festive, don't you?

[She disappears from view for a few moments - presumably to tie it on Cambot - then backs back into the frame]

There. Now don't you look dapper. [She pauses, considering something.] You aren't recording, are you?

[The screen bobs up and down. Yep, he is.]

...oh. Well, it would be nice to have a bit of warning next time, thank you.

Now, since I suppose you're all watching now, I should get to my point. As you well know, Hearth's Warming Eve, or Christmas, or whichever holiday you do celebrate around this time of year is coming up, and the satellite is looking woefully bare for this sort of celebration. Now, I've put together a few decorations [She waves a hoof, and Cambot pans over to reveal piles and piles of bunting in red, green, and gold, as well as stacks of bows and wreaths and bells that she's managed to unearth from somewhere. It's obvious she's been hard at work for a good long while] but I do need some help hanging them. It is a bit difficult to reach the high places without my magic, after all.

If anypony would like to volunteer, please come by my room. I'll start hanging them presently.

[Cambot is providing a good view of a hallway, hovering outside an open door from which the sounds of an increasingly heated conversation can be heard. Let's have a listen, shall we?]

-s I've told you, I am very busy at the moment, so if you'd be kind enough to step outside and-

Not happening, toots. Haven't you been listening?

I rather think you haven't, what with that tone you're taking. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, if you'd step outside, I'll be with you in just a moment.

I don't know if you're deaf or just crazy. I'm not waiting around for some slave. You make time for me now.

...pardon me, some what?

You heard me. Some slave.

...sadly, I don't think this will work out between us, and I'll have to ask you to take your woefully outdated suit and leave. Good day, sir.

No way. I'm not-

I said GOOD DAY!

[There's a muffled thwock and a ventriloquist dummy in a shabby black suit goes flying out of the open door, hits the wall, and slides to the hall floor. He picks himself up, muttering about dumb broads and idiot slaves, and walks away. There are two very telltale hoof prints on his rear.]

[Cambot pauses for a moment, then ventures carefully into the room, which is festooned with orange and black, and pans in on Rarity, busy with a sewing machine. She looks up.]

Oh, hello, Cambot- that is your name, is it not? [The screen bobs up and down with Cambot's nodding.] Oh, good. You can come in, as I'm fairly certain you know how to show a lady some respect.