[Kanji's still hanging out on the nature deck, surrounded by a bunch of birdhouses, dreamcatchers, and a few other handmade decorations.]

So, uh... I kinda went overboard. S'okay, though! Got me a couple more of these patch-thingies.

Anyway, so I really don't need all this crap. Anyone want one? ...or five?

[Cambot shows a newcomer frowning suspiciously at him. It's pretty obvious he's new since he's in a mostly blue outfit at the moment that is definitely not camp gear. That and he's just new.

Without changing his expression, he taps on Cambot a few times.]

How are you flying, anyway? You seem too metal-y to Earthbend.

[He tries hitting him a bit harder, only to recoil and grab his fist.]

Owwwwww!

[He looks away after shooting a glare for good measure, seeming to be taking in the deck for a few seconds.]

All right, I need to figure out where I am and what happened first.

[And he starts walking in what he's deemed to be a good direction. Cambot follows. A few seconds later his target pauses and glances over his shoulder. He starts walking faster. Cambot still follows. Suddenly he turns to fully face the robot.]

Did you need something?!

[Frank is looking over some reports when there is a sudden knock at the door to Deep 13. The door creaks open, and in walks a kind of frightening-looking woman dressed in green, with glasses and curly hair pulled up into a bun. It’s none other than...Pearl Forrester, Dr. Forrester’s mother!]

Frank: Oh my goodness! Pearl? Pearl Forrester?!

Pearl: Frank! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! [She runs in and the two hug like old girlfriends.] How aaare you?!

Frank: Oh I’m doing just fine, Pearl! I didn’t know you’d be out here so soon!

Pearl: Ohh, well I heard that my Clay left for that dreck of a convention and I knew you’d be holding down the fort all by yourself so I thought I’d just come by and say hi! Maybe, yanno, give you a hand around the place.

Frank: Ohh Pearl, now, you don’t have to do that!

Pearl: Oh pshhaw, it’s nothing! I owed you a favor after you let me borrow that lovely party dress anyway!

Frank: Oh I practically couldn’t help it, it was your color!

Pearl: Haha, well, it certainly was! So! [She straightens herself out.] What’ve you got going on up there, you hard worker, you!

Frank: Hohoho, Hardly working, I’d say! Well, have a look for yourself! [He motions to the screen.]

Pearl: [squints up at the screen.] ...Huuh. Looks like you got some kinda wacky zoo up there at this point. Geeeeez, that looks gross and unsanitary. [She turns back to Frank.] Listen. Why don’t I set up cleaning up and organizing around down here, and you can start getting that zoo up there herded back into their proper holding pens or whatever? We can get a break for some coffee in a while.

Frank: Sounds terrific, Pearl!

Pearl: All right! [She claps her hands together.] Let’s get going here...

[Characters beware...looks like Pearl may be interfering a bit this week!]

[A young woman with dusky skin stands at the shelves in the media deck, wearing a lavender vest with a white shirt under it and a dark pleated skirt - a young woman who's never been seen on the Satellite before. Still, her colorfully-streaked hair and the fact that she's got her nose buried in a book or alternately studying her hand in minute detail probably gives a couple of very good clues about her identity.]

The human hand is so fascinating! So complex, so involved, such a miracle of biological construction! The thumb is the key to your evolution, of course - I'd read it before, but now I see exactly why that is! We get by in Ponyville, of course, we can hold things and move them, but the finely delicate work you humans are capable of is simply amazing. I never realized just how much of an impact it had until now!

[Yep, it's Twilight. As form changes go? She's all right with this one. And even though ponies don't wear clothes normally, she's learned here it's bad for humans to go around without them, so she found some pretty quickly. She looks up with a smile, closing her book but not putting it away, simply cradling it in her arms.]

I suppose not having hands is creating some problems for some of you. Does anyone need any help?

[Kotetsu is... hiding under his bed. Trying to shoo Cambot away. It isn't working.]

Gah! Okay, if a certain pony is trying to find me, you didn't see me, got it? Now go away!

[Cambot tilts to the side, a bit confused, and goes to float over by the door.

[Terra wanders past cambot looking a little tired. Although, the more noticable thing is the fact that his hair has now grown past his butt. He has it tied back into a braid and doesn't seem to notice the Cambot until AFTER he collapses onto his bed.]

Oh. Hey Cambot.

I would suggest staying away from the Theatrical deck. That's where this [He pulls at his braid] happened. And when I tried to get away from all my hair I wound up being forced to do chores on the Recreational Deck. Even Master Eraqus never made us do that many chores.

[He sighs.] So what's been happening with everyone else?

 [It's been a while since this guy has been spotted on cambot. He has a wooden keyblade slung over his shoulder]

Well, well, well, look what I found.

[Laying behind Vanitas is a very unconscious Ventus. Vanitas just laughs at the camera]

[Ven had retreated a day or two before from the living decks when he saw that Rarity-Alice team up forming - he knew what that meant. But he'd passed through all the decks before arriving at the weapons deck, which he honestly thought the pony would be least likely to hunt him down on. And hey, it gave him an opportunity to practice his techniques, so it seemed like a good decision to hang out there for awhile. But it's getting weird.]

Hey, guys? Does all of this seem kind of familiar to you?

[He's got his wooden Keyblade over his shoulder and is looking around at the wooded clearing the deck has become, cottage and all - and there are obvious thorny vines starting to creep out from the underbrush around him. The cottage itself also looks very sleepy, somehow, and the entire place is kind of dim and twilight-ish with the sound of crickets in the air. Ven himself is looking kind of tired out as well, though that may just be because of the long training session he's put himself through.]

I could swear I've been to most of these places before. That little house on the cafeteria deck looks like it belongs in the Dwarf Woodlands.

[And he swallows a bit of a yawn.]

[Zidane has retreated down to the launch deck - one of the only places not affected by whatever curse this was - after spending too much time on the theatrical deck. He's currently perched in the pipework on the ceiling, probably not a surprise to anyone who knows him, but a very long trail of golden blond hair is falling almost all the way down to the floor from his perch. All in all it's over twice as long as he is tall.]

[And he just so happens to have a couple of knives.]

[...Which aren't working.]

Damnit! How did Dagger do this?

[He's used to having longer hair, but this is ridiculous. He's left the tie in to keep it all together, but his knife refuses to cut through a single strand, instead just sawing back and forth or slipping down the hair river all together. He's getting frustrated, to say the least.]

Anyone got a pair of magical scissors or something? Anything?

[It's Cambot on the media deck castle and WOAH what the hell happened here? The floor is covered in a long trail of what appears to be curly blonde hair. It's gotten to be quite a mess of tangles and even some things getting snared in it.]

I'm over here, Cambot.

[And Cambot pans over; apparently that massive train belongs to Liz, looking quite irritated as she's fussing with trying to keep her hair out of her face.]

Guys, I [pfft] seem to be having a bit of a problem here...

[Cambot won't argue that. Her hair, it's everywhere!]

Yeah yeah, very funny. Look, could I get some help down in the media deck so I can get this stuff under control?

Oh, and don't stay too long on the theater deck; I think that's what caused this; I was there all day with Zidane.

Is it just me, or is everything really... freakin'... weird...

[Kanji stops, staring at something, just off-screen. Cambot helpfully provides a "?" floating over his head. ...followed by a large yellow "!". Cambot pulls back to reveal a tiny bunny sitting in the middle of the hallway. And epic stare-off commences, Kanji's cheeks turning a bit pink.]

[Kanji's wandering the housing deck, looking at the doors. There are two small boxes under his arm.]

Now, which one was it...?

[He looks over and notices he's being followed by Cambot.]

Oh! Uh... Everyone can see this, right? I'm looking for two of the little horses. Ponies. Whatever. Anyone know how to tell what room belongs to who?

[Cambot was in Phineas's room or what HAD been Phineas's room. A platypus lies curled up on the bed and at first it looks like he's sleeping. Cambot zooms in closer and notices that the platypus seems to have...tears?

Can platypi even cry?

The platypus gives a sniff gets up and turns around, putting its back to Cambot and curling back up on the bed.

He'd been without the Flynn-Fletcher family up here for awhile but at least Phineas had always been here and now he was...gone. Perry was sure of it because he'd gone to look for the boy at about 3 in the morning and hadn't slept since.

What was he supposed to do without Phineas? He had ALWAYS been with Phineas.]

[Cambot floats towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. Text scrolls across the screen in neon green.]

Terra had the lowest score for Laser Tag.

He is about to get his "reward"

[Cambot floats down towards the shower stalls. Terra is just stepping in, his clothes folded neatly on the bench and the water already running. It's steamy and after all this 80s dancing, Terra could probably really use a shower. The stalls are designed so that the majority of the body cannot be seen, but one is able to make out the top of Terra's head and, of course, the shower spraying water.

That's not what he's about to get.

As soon as he steps under the spray the water turns green and goopy. Instead of a spray it's like a deluge of green liquidy substance...slime comes to mind. Green slime like from some children's tv show or from a certain ghost]

AUGH! WHAT! AHHH IT'S COLD JEEZE!

[Terra flails and falls backwards out of the shower, ripping the curtain down with him, slime oozing everywhere. It's all in his hair and on his face. He wipes it out of his eyes and stares up at Cambot. Cambot does a pan down, showing Terra's bare chest and the fact that he is conveniently covered by the shower curtain (Sorry ladies).]

WHY ARE YOU BROADCASTING THIS?

[He looks at his hand]

What the heck IS this stuff? Ugh.

[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?!

[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.

[Hello, viewers, please enjoy this image of an enormous green eye. Apparently some creature (reptilian in nature, judging by the snake-like pupil) is leaning super close to Cambot to peer at his lens. Blink, blink. After a second, he leans away and scratches his head, revealing himself to be a small purple dragon, riding on the back of a purple pony. Just another day on the Satellite of Love.] Uh, hey, Twilight?

[The aforementioned pony seems to have her nose buried in a long scroll of parchment.] So after we go pick up the new quills and parchment, we can stop by Sugarcube Corner and see if we can get some pastries for our next party, and then we'll need to go out to Sweet Apple Acres and help Applejack measure the foundation for that new storage cellar she wants to put in.

[The dragon tugs gently on Twilight's mane to get her attention.] Yeah, okay, but Twilight?

Oh, and Cheerilee wanted to talk to us about coming in and demonstrating some magic for her younger students and she has all those books to return so we might as well pick them up while we're over there, and once we get home we need to reorganize at least the Classics section and possibly Modern Spellcasting as well because someone got into them and messed everything up and nothing's where it should be anymore.

[Tugging gently has been upgraded to tugging not so gently.] Kinda need you to see this...

And the globe needs polishing, and the floor needs to be scrubbed again, and I think our clock might be thirty seconds too fast --

TWILIGHT!! [Finally he gives up and snatches the to-do list away from her.]

What is it, Spi-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIhhhhhhhhhhhhk! [Her eyes go almost as wide as her head as her breath is sucked completely out of her body at what she's seeing.]

Yyyyyyeah. [And Spike just deadpans it:] I think we're lost.


((Double intro post! Expect responses from both Spike and Twilight (sailormagic). \o/))