--uh.

[Oh hey there Ratchet, where've you been? Stuff happened on the ship while you were gone.

...but something about the Lombax just doesn't look quite right. His fur's a bit bristled and it doesn't look like he's been sleeping very well at all. Scorch-marks cover some pretty broad sections of his armour, notably his hands. But he ignores all that and tries to address Cambot with as casual a demeanor as he can manage.

Which isn't that good.

Something's definately bugging him, other than their current predicament.]

I was gonna say something along the lines of how the heck I got tossed back and forth like this but, ah...

Could someone tell me why there's a talking dinosaur plastered all over the place?

Mike: Wooah! It looks like we’ve gone completely to another dimension!

Crow: At least that killer missile isn’t following us anymore

Tom: Wonder if those crazy mad scientists are still around!

Mike: The question is...where are we?

Gypsy: Rocket #9, get us some readings on the Earth below, pronto!

[Rocket #9 obliges. Everyone on the Satellite will be able to see images of earth...except things look very, very wrong. Most of the human skyscrapers and cities have been abandoned, and in their place are a bunch of more primitive-looking homes with very large doors. All of the humans are either roaming about in the fields, or holed up in cages. And walking around the homes and businesses are instead...dinosaurs! Or at least they look close to them. Mostly, they look like dinosaur-people.]

Mike: Holy smokes! This looks like Earth...except thousands of years in a dark and terrible future!

Crow: Or else a dark and terrible past!

Tom: Or maybe a dark and terrible alternate present!

[All of a sudden, the Hexfield screen fitzes, and something comes onscreen...it looks like a Utahraptor, wearing a pilot’s jacket and some shades.]

Captain Salt Lake: This is Captain Salt Lake of the Forrester Air Force Enforcer Corps! Just what are all you man-beasts doing up on that ship in space?!

[Want to find out about this rather dreary-looking future? Maybe you can get some answers by asking this strange guy...]

[Mike and the Bots are on the bridge again, and they’re busy panicking. Tom and Crow especially are freaking out, flinging their little robot arms everywhere.]

Crow: Aaaaahhhhuhhuhuhh we’re gonna diiieeee!

Tom: We’regonnadiewe’regonnadiewe’regonnadie!

Crow: I never got to go snowboarding!

Tom: And I never got to open my chain of kissing booths!

Mike: Hey guys, everyone, just calm down! We’re not gonna die!

Tom: W-we’re not?

Crow: Then what’re we gonna do, Mike?

[Mike is sweating, and looks around desperately.]

Mike: We’re going to, um....uh... [And then he cracks.] PANIIIIC!

All three: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[Luckily, Gypsy shows up just in time!]

Gypsy: We’re not gonna die! I don’t think, anyway. I just checked the cockpit again for some routine maintenance, and it turns out, someone’s installed an interdimensional warp engine recently.

Mike: S-so we can use the engine thingie to escape? Or put up shields or something?

Gypsy: I dunno. But we can try it! Cambot, turn up the shields, and I’ll turn on the interdimensional warp engine!

[Cambot goes and does so. Gypsy also runs (or slides?) out of sight of the camera, towards the cockpit. She flips a couple of switches, and there’s the sound of something loud and important-sounding heating up.]

All: Wwwwwooooooooooooaaaaaaa!!

[And then, all of a sudden, the entire Satellite bursts into interdimensional travel mode. For a moment, everything seems to move in trippy slow-motion, and sounds become warped. The Satellite bursts forward, and through a sudden wormhole! Time and space get rearranged, and the Satellite exits into an entirely different dimension!]

[Where -or when- is the Satellite now? You’ll find out soon!]

[Mike and the Bots are all gathered up on the top deck, all dressed up in their pirate gear. But it looks like there's some big to-do going on...something is coming in on the Hexfield viewscreen! What's more, it doesn't look like the usual strange visitors. The screen first shows an odd, somewhat rickety spaceship, shaped a little bit like a large bolt.]

Mike: Well hey, it looks like someone is trying to hail us! But the transmission's coming in a bit fuzzy. Cambot, put it up on the viewscreen!

[Cambot does so. There's a lot of static, but behind it is none other than Joel Robinson!]

Joel: Hey everyone! It's Joel again. Looks like I finally raised enough funds to get myself a ship up here.

Crow: Woooooow COOOL, it's Joel!

Tom: Joel Joel Joel! He's coming back here again!

Mike: Oh wow, it does look like it!

Joel: Yeah, um, I’ll do my best, but mostly I’m just gonna try and get up there to fix the Twin-Screw Universal Controller. So just hang tight, okay everyone?

[The Bots begin to dance around, singing and making a whole lot of noise. Even Cambot seems to be bopping along.]

Mike: Uhh, yeah, I guess we will!

Joel: Yeah, so-- [The static takes over, and the feed from Joel cuts out. Mike looks pretty pleased.]

[Joel’s small little spaceship is steadily approaching the SOL. The question is...will it get here okay?]

[Kotetsu's found black clothes and a mask, looking more like a Dread Pirate than Captain Hook. He's also found a cutlass, which he's waving around experimentally.]

Is that how he...? No, it was more like... [He swishes again.]

Gah, these things are weird. [He sets it aside and wanders over to the cannons. He glances up, notices Cambot and grins.]

Anyone give these a shot yet? Heh...

[Gypsy comes onscreen, looking a little annoyed. She’s currently wearing an eyepatch over her single eye...seems like it’d be kind of hard to see with that.]

Um, hey guys, I dunno if it’s because of all the pirate stuff this week, or if someone used it last that set it to the wrong time, but the time machine is completely broken right now. The top of it got blown up. It’s gonna take me a really long time to fix this thing, so um, be patient, okay?

So did any of you blow up the time machine? On accident or something?

Oh-hokay, so we're going that route, huh?

[Instead of looking annoyed by the sudden, drastic change, Ratchet seems to be getting into the spirit of things! There's even a large pirate hat on the Lombax's head, flicked up by a thumb as he steps upon an empty treasure chest.

Someone's definitely had experience with this, hasn't he?]

Pirate ships mean treasure, and treasure means you're not gettin' it before me.

[By now Ven's learned not to be concerned when his regular clothes vanish - this is the SOL, after all. And at least the ones it's given him in replacement aren't that bad, apparently some sort of dark uniform with a white tie that's actually pretty comfortable and not horrifically embarrassing. Though he doesn't quite get why the SOL is literally forcing him to carry around a rabbit-shaped backpack when he really doesn't care about it. But every time he tries to leave it behind, it just shows up again, so he's given up on it for the time being and clipped his little badge to it. He's in the exhibition area, a rather familiar plush in his hands but looking at it with a more serious expression than the fake puppy probably warrants. Clearly he's got something else on his mind, and once he realizes Cambot's there he doesn't waste time in bringing it up.]

Hey, guys - Frank's puppy, his new one. It can travel through walls and stuff, right? Do you think it might be able to get up here and... I don't know, maybe make things even worse? They can change things around up here on their own already, but they don't come up here themselves so far. Do you think they'd send him instead?

...And was I just seeing things or did it steal a film reel from them?

[Sora is looking over the changes for this week...huh, it looks like he's in black and white. He shakes his arm, and it wobbles like a rubber hose.]

Hey...this is kinda familiar!

Did we go back in time this week, and without the time machine? Except the rest of the Satellite looks about normal...either way, it's kinda weird!

[Down in Deep 13, it looks like Dr. F is still fiddling around with that little button that’s enclosed all of Deep 13. Suddenly, there’s a frantic knock on the steel plating outside the door.]

Pearl: Fraaaaank! Clayton?! Are you guys in there? When did you install this?

Dr. F: [Grumbles to himself] Oh, terrific, it’s mother... [he turns back to the door] Hello, mother! We just installed that today! What do you think?

Pearl: I think you should open this now! I wanted to talk to Frank!

Dr. F: SORRY, mother! Can’t seem to open the giant steel plating from nowhere! Guess you’ll have to try back another time! Like five thousand years from now!

Pearl: [Still pounding on the door] Claaaay-tooooon!

Dr. F: Noooope, sorry mother, it looks like you’re stuck out there until this thing gets fixed! Which does not look soon! [He slowly turns and grins at the camera, holding up the button.] You know, I think I’m gonna like some of these little gadgets! Nnnnhhnhhnhhh!

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

[There's music too! And a strange looking man with long white hair in a red costume of some sort, standing in front of a bookshelf staring at a pumpkin. The place looks decorated for Halloween.]

And now, a Public Service Announcement from.... SNOWFLAME!!!

[Now that the intro is out of the way, Snowflame tosses the pumpkin to the side and looks at the screen.]

Snowflame has been told that it is almost Halloween. And as everyone knows, Halloween is the best holiday ever. Not counting Snowflame Day.

So today Snowflame will be answering your questions on how to get ready for Halloween!

And since the man in goggles set up the camera so Snowflame would leave him alone, you can ask your questions directly to Snowflame!

[Harvey's standing in front of a window on one of the lower decks, looking out at the stars. He glances over his shoulder as Cambot approaches.]

Oh. Hey, Cam. Got the time? [He nods at whatever Cam puts on the screen.] Later than I thought.

So, the week's about to end. Guess we'll see in a few minutes if what happened with 90s Kid is the new normal. However that even worked... [He trails off, glancing offscreen.] Hey, Iron, I dunno if - aw, who'm I kiddin', you're still awake. Listen, if this doesn't work out -

[And then he vanishes. Cambot floats over to where he was, peering around with a curious beep.]

Ow... [It turns to focus on Harvey, this time quite corporeal, pulling the sheet down from over his face and sitting up with a groan.] Nevermind. Guess they beat us to that cure for death.

[Cambot comes across Ammy with a simple red and gold scarf tied around her neck. She's just laying down in her room, looking forlorn. When Cambot finds her, she briefly looks up at him, but doesn't seem all that interested.]

[Perry's missing. She's gone and looked, sniffing all over, but after having similar things happen to Chibi and Shepard, it doesn't take much guessing to realize what's happened to him. One of her good long-time friends is gone, and that's enough to leave Ammy feeling really down. She just sighs at Cambot...saying goodbye is never easy.]

[Cambot's just happily wandering along, humming a snippet of song to identify who it probably belongs to. In fact...oh, there he is! The robot zips merrily to Harvey's side, dropping down to nudge him in the ribs. What're you doing sleeping in the middle of the hall?

Panning up past the wand clutched in his hand and the bright Gryffindor scarf, it stops at his face. Normally people don't sleep with their faces frozen in shock...right? Cam beeps hesitantly, hovering forward to poke him in the cheek. Nothing. The robot whines and settles down to the ground, trying to burrow into Harvey's robes.]

...oh, my god.

[Cambot jerks upward. There's a pearly-white, faintly transparent Harvey floating a few inches off the ground, looking between his body and the empty corridor beyond in horror. Noticing Cam's broadcasting, he slowly raises an arm to point off down the hall.] How in the hell did a goddamn basilisk even -

[Whatever he was saying is lost in a sudden haze of static as Cambot flings itself right through him, wailing.]

[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...))

[Hey look, its Minako....with a giant bright red afro on her head. And she's dressed up as Bella. And also has the black wig on at the very tippy-top of her amazing Ronald McDonald afro.

Oh good. She speaks in the flat affect everyone knows and loves, though its clear she's having a hard time staying in character.]

Edward turned me down for a date.

I guess I shouldn't have stuck that...

[She bites her lip.]

...those forks in the light socket.

[At this she turns away, biting her finger. Cambot cuts off just as she starts laughing hysterically.]

[Kotetsu stands in the middle of the field on the recreation deck, holding a broom in one hand and tossing a red ball up and down in the other.]

So, I found a rule book with all this stuff. Anyone wanna play? Or at least try out these brooms?

[Oh dear god who let Twilight into the cafeteria deck. Anyone going in there might find bowls - not cups mind you, or glasses, bowls - stacked on the counters, most of them with drops of dark liquid at the bottom. What in the...]

[As for Twilight herself, well... She's discovered what her power for this week is, after pulling an all-nighter reading and then downing six cereal bowls' worth of coffee.]

[Teleportation.]

Oh my goodness this is great isn't this so great [pop] I just think it's great I mean it's not all my magic but it's some of it [pop] and I haven't been able to do this in FOREVER [pop] and I can wink out here and be over here in a flash and oh dear I want to [pop] know EVERYTHING about what you all can do right now did you [pop] get something back that you already knew or is it completely random because [pop] I can do a lot more than this with my magic at home but here [pop] I'll take what I can get oh I can go REORGANIZE THE LIBRARY because it's not [pop] organized enough we can do so much more to make it efficient [pop] and I'm just the pony for the job because everypony knows I'm the most organized pony in Ponyville [pop] or even Canterlot or maybe even Equestria and everything is exactly where it should be [pop] in its own place and not in something else's place because that would be disorganized of course so it [pop] has its own place oh I can organize all your rooms I'm sure some of them are DREADFUL and Rarity can help me because she has such an eye for [pop] style so you won't even know your rooms at all anymore [pop] and maybe we could even paint them so what colors do you all want for your rooms [pop] OH I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT I was going to [pop] paint the library quick everypony I need your help moving the shelves since I can't levitate things now [pop] but maybe I'll be able to in the future [pop] if we're finally getting our abilities back but you have to make sure to [pop] keep the books in order because if I have to reorganize them AGAIN [pop] it will be chaos but just as long as everypony keeps every item exactly where it is [pop] everything will be fine and we won't have to worry now doesn't that sound great?!

[Every couple of seconds she winks out of one spot only to repear in another part of the satellite, always within view of a Cambot, because she's literally not stopping her movement and she keeps nearly crashing into walls until the very end when she comes to a screeching halt and looks directly into the camera with a big, disturbing grin. Apparently the coffee does things to her brain. Harry Dresden has had one last revenge on the Satellite of Love.]

[...Yeeeeaaaah.]

[Pop. She's gone in a puff of magenta smoke, only to reappear somewhere else again. Where is that? Wherever you happen to be. Be warned, if she lands near you (or on top of you), you will be getting 7,235 questions about what your current situaiton is. She will start to slow down pretty quickly as she crashes from the caffeine buzz, though.]

[Who is this masked man, wearing a crappy spandex outfit, glowing blue, and lifting two huge dumbbells, one in each hand, as if they were hand weights? That beard might look kinda familiar... Anyway, he doesn't notice Cambot at the moment.]

That's two minutes and counting! Good sign, good sign...

[He continues lifting and counting the seconds, still oblivious that he's being filmed.]

Two thirty... two thirty one... two thirty three...

((OOC: ...no, I don't know where the crapsuit came from. Due to Clark Kenting, feel free to recognize him, if you wish. Or don't. Whichever way works best. :3))