Wow! Is this Deep 13? [Pinkie's trotting around her new home, observing her surroundings.] This is so cool! Now Dr. Forrester and Frank are up there...and we're down here! It's just lucky I brought my party cannon with me, this place could totally use some spiffing up! Did everyone else get here okay? It got kinda bumpy there at the end!

Hey, hey! Dr. F! Now that we've both got new places, we should totally throw joint housewarming parties! First you come down here and help us warm our house, and then we'll all go up there and help with yours! It'll be GREAT!

[Alice adjusts the Cambot so the image is no longer as crooked. She seems to be gathering her thoughts for a moment before giving the camera her sweetest smile.]

I'm trying to get in touch with the gentlemen who brought us here. Does anyone know how I can do that? I have few...concerns regarding the lack of fashionable clothing options available here. I mean, if we must be subjected to these, what are they called, "experiments" then I think that we should at least make a statement.

Toss a department store in here. Some people are in need of serious makeovers.

I have given it some thought and while I am not certain this time machine is the best idea given the dangers of time travel...it could prove useful.

[Kaldur is in the library. He has several charts out and looks tired.]

Twilight Sparkle and Aqua, I may have a solution to our problem regarding the lack of decent literature and entertainment aboard the SoL. It is possible that we could visit the past and ensure that decent books get placed on the satellite or, at the very least, bring back books ourselves.

Either way, I was curious about your views on the matter. Time travel, I am aware, is dangerous...but I would rather avoid any future incidents due to the lack of entertainment. We could even procure books that may aid in other ways.

[He's mostly referring to any future break downs from Twilight. He sighs looking back down at the charts and muttering]

Perhaps I have been up here too long that I am considering such things]

[There’s a silver haired boy who seems very… apprehensive about this whole ordeal. The boy also oddly sounds like Phineas. Huh, weird.]

Light? Snow? Fang? Are you here? This doesn’t look like Raines’s ship, or any airship for that matter, it’s far too large.

What is this place?

[The screen shows...a blank patch of wall for a second or two.]

Really. Really. Are we going to have to do this every time? I mean, I really thought you'd have this whole "show what you're recording" thing down by now, since, you know, you're a camera and all.

[The screen pans over to show Doof, who is looking a little less than impressed.]

There we go. Finally.

Aaaaaaanyway. I know I haven't been around for a while, but when that whole pony thing happened, it really threw off my plans. You ever try to build anything without thumbs? Much harder than it looks. So then I decided to build a DePonyinator, so I could, you know, not be a pony anymore. Of course, then I ran into that whole building-without-thumbs problem again, but I decided to try it anyway. Three bottles of mouthwash later and my mouth still tastes like screwdriver. Three whole bottles!

Well, the DePonyinator never actually got finished because I randomly stopped being a pony, so I decided to modify it. BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[...and nothing happens. Doof frowns.]

Seriously. We practiced this. I say BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE! all dramatic-like, and you pan to the left to show off my latest Inator. Got it?

[The feed pans up and down - Cambot is nodding.]

Good. Okay, let's try that again. [He clears his throat.] BEHOLD, SATELLITE OF LOVE!

[Cambot pans obligingly to the left, showing off what looks like a very big ray gun.]

The TagWithActualLasersinator! See, I saw everyone playing with with the wimpy little laser guns, and I thought I'd make one of my own, except with actual lasers! It's in the name and everything. With this, I can be on my own team and not have to worry about getting picked last or any of those other crippling adolescent fears. All I have to do is just charge it up, like so... [He flips a switch and several lights on the Inator blink on.] ...and it will produce a laser beam powerful enough to punch through any solid object. I can win without even playing! And even better, I can use it to RULE THE TRI-STATE- I mean, THE SATELLITE OF LOVE!

...yes, I know it's against the rules and everything, sure, but- screw the rules, I have science! [He grins and steeples his fingers. Why yes, he has just secured his place as Most Evil Person On The Satellite. Take that, Evil-Sora-Clone-Person!] So! Who wants to play?

[A brown unicorn and a small white pony stand in front of Cambot. Kaldur attempts his best not to look nervous and Ienzo stands silently being small and cute and quiet.

He clears his throat]

Excuse me. Those of you below who are in control of the experiments. I realize we recently requested a second book to read this week, but there seems to have been a mistake. You see, the being known as Discord has involved himself in it and it seems he is enjoying it far more than he should. In fact, I should say he has become so involved as to be IN the experiment as opposed to partaking of it.

His enjoyment is really reflecting badly on your parts since I believe if he were to do this with further experiments he might actually make US start to enjoy them as much, rendering your experiment useless at best and at worst encourage us to actively read your books faster than you can provide them.

What I mean to say is, at the rate we are going will you not be out of material soon thanks to Discord? And even if that were not the case, Discord's presence is too much of a variable for such an experiment to have any real data. I believe I have a solution if you are willing to listen.

Right, hello? You chaps down there, the ones running this joint--aside from Gypsy, that is, the fleshy ones. You listening? Right!

Listen, dunno if you noticed, things have been preeeeetty exciting up here, unreal, really! Got turned into some kind shiny critter, got to experiment with the whole "having legs" thing, got some loony bloke messing with everyone... plenty of things to put in the ol' diary.

Best yet, got to have fun in my very own one of them story-test things! Probably the most fun I've had all week, and it was completely awful! You all got another one to send up, or something? I'm just thinking, here, really inefficient, having them once a week! Misery levels, not at optimum.

[When Cambot catches up to him, Zidane is still a pony, but ...different. He's plodding along the hall where he would have trotted or flown, his neck and head nearly parallel to the floor instead of being held up proudly. Worst of all, though, is the fact that he's lost all color from his body, from the tip of his tail to the end of his nose. Anyone who knows what Discord does can take that as a bad omen... and anyone who can guess what the opposite of Zidane's personality is can take that as a really bad omen.]

Get away. [He's snapping at the Cambot instead of performing for it, but as it starts to move off he gets second thoughts.] Hey, wait a second, come back here. You guys downstairs - you're trying to take over the world, right?

[His eyes are hard as flint as he speaks to the Cambot, not caring who hears.] Get me out of here and I'll help you. Bring me down to where there's more souls and we can disrupt the cycle completely. It will be chaos such as you've never seen in all your lives and the world never shall see again. The souls of Terra need a home to go to, and this world will do just as well as Gaia.

I'll start up here... When I'm done, I expect you'll be ready for me.

[And with that, he turns and walks off again, purposefully. Cambot hovers, not at all sure if it should follow him, letting out a series of chittering beeps that sounds rather apprehensive.]

((ooc: encounter him anywhere starting from deck 8 down and try to stop him, but be warned he can still fly and has all of his acrobatic tricks up his sleeves.))

[Kotetsu sits with his back to Cambot.

Cambot tries to circle around to the front, but Kotetsu just turns. This goes on for a few moments.]

One sec.

[Kotetsu gets up, scribbles something on a sheet of paper, then tapes it to the front of his hat. It reads: "YOU ARE BEING IGNORED"]

[Anyone who's seen Liz around this week will notice she's in the highest spirits she's been in for a while. She smirks at Cambot as she begins.]

Black Metal Shirt reporting in: Mission accomplished.

Nothing like a good night of bad literature and innuendo to get your mind off of creepy doppelgangers for a night, am I right? Of course, I couldn't have done it without my partners in crime. Giant Brown Pants, ...MakubeX, you guys were great. [A salute to them!]

[She then scoots forward in her chair slightly, motioning for Cambot to come closer.] Hey Frank, pass this message on to Clay next time you see him, kay?

"Finally had the balls to sign me up, did ya? Even you have to admit I did good out there. Honestly, Eye of Argon is a piece of cake. If you really wanna break me, you'll have to try a lot harder than that. [She bursts into evil laughter, Cambot supplying a thunder and lightning effect.]

[Then she abruptly cuts off the laugh and holds up an impressively intact copy of the Warhammer Fantasy RPG.] Oh, and thank you for the book! I'll be sure to slip it into my next game night."

[There is a man in goggles and a lab coat trying to get cambot to hover in the same spot to focus on him.]

Hold still would you…there!

[The man moves back after tapping on the lens.]

Is this thing working? Hello? Ah, good.

[Cue evil laughter and dramatic music clip. Yes he figured that out rather quickly]

Ahahaha you fools! You think to capture the great Dr. Insano and force him to review horrible works of fiction? I will take this ship apart and build a death ray to obliterate you with! Who do you think I am, Linkara? ….That fool Spoony?

No. This will not be tolerated! Either you return me to my lab at once, or I will take over this ship and destroy it myself! Ahahaha!

[Maes is in his room with stacks of books, manuals, paper and pens. He seems to be researching some things but Cambot isn't angled properly to show you. After a few minutes Maes finally looks up and grins]

Oh, hey Cambot you made it. Sorry, didn't hear you come in. [Maes closes a notebook, looking directly at Cambot]

So I know it's been awhile since I gave an update, but let's just say I've been distracted. Unfortunately this won't be much of an update because I haven't really discovered anything new to report. I've been keeping a record of everyone who appears and, as we've seen, disappears from this satellite [He taps one of the notebooks which is apparently the one keeping this information] and so far there doesn't really seem to be a pattern to it. We've all appeared at random from a variety of places, though Earth is the most common, and everyone is a variety of ages and sexes. [Sighs, because he hates not having anything NEW to add and probably everyone figured that much out anyway] Heck, we're not even all the same species or from the same time period...possibly even the same UNIVERSE.

[He shakes his head and moves on] Anyway, I can't keep looking for results there so while I'll maintain my records I think it's time I started looking somewhere else for answers. As you may have noticed, while the satellite seems to continually gain new members, the lair of our mad scientists in charge of the weekly experiments seems to remain just the two of them. It leads me to believe that whatever is happening is concentrated on this point in space and not on the planet below. I realize there's not really a way to test that, but I do have some people I want to talk to about it.

[He adjusts his glasses] Since I know the Mad Scientists can see our broadcasts I'd like to speak with them. That is if you're up to it. I'd also like to talk with Gypsy...if she's not too busy. [Leans back in his chair and waits]

[Cambot is assisting the Doctor in her experiments today. She has some sort of set of test tubes and things and a Bunsen burner, and she's helpfully talking to Cambot about things that really, really don't make any sense unless you attend the Academy at Gallifrey and/or studied with Makrus B'zor, the father of modern chemistry on the third moon of Hyrellium.

For posterity, you know.

Much more interesting is the sudden BANG, followed by purple sparks which fill the room with pinkish smoke in something like .05 seconds flat. Then the Doctor staggers back into view, looking fairly, um. Well. Her hair's soft of purpleish, and her skin's taken on a greenish tint.] I meant to do that! Well, it, er - [Brb pink smoke up her nose.] Wasn't meant to be quite that dramatic. Hand me that fire extinguisher, would you, Barbara - I mean, Jamie - and tell the Brigadier I might have ruined this laboratory a bit, he'll understand.



[(No Cambots were harmed in the making of this film.)]

[Cambot's just bopping on down a corridor somewhere, when he spots a man looking out the window! He's probably new - his shoulders are squared with tension, and he's patting around his jacket as if looking for concealed weapons that have all mysteriously vanished. The little bot approaches hopefully. New friend?]

[Harvey turns just then, and starts visibly. Short a piece, he settles for jabbing a finger at the offending robot, who cringes back a bit (no friends? D8).] What're you lookin' at? Just what kinda game're you playin' here?

[Kaldur is looking very grim and serious at Cambot. This is his serious business, do not mess with me face and considering he is the leader of a team of super heroes, it's pretty good considering he is only a teenager]

I wish to speak to those in charge of this experiment. [scowling] Where. are. my. friends?

Others have gone missing too, I have noticed. Tell me if you are behind it or if it is just another strange occurrence of the satellite.

[So, naturally the Doctor started wandering pretty much the minute she realized she was... wherever she is now. Because honestly, you’ll never work out where you are if you stay in one place all the time. And this means eventually running into the Cambot.

And there is a quick smile for it! Because awwww, robots~] Hello, there! I don’t suppose you could tell me where I am, could you? [No, she thought not. She sighs.] Take me to your leader, then? The – oh, I don’t know, head cheese? The one everyone around the water cooler makes silly faces at?

[That’s not helping her very much either, is it. She frowns for a second, inspecting it more closely, and – wait, hello! It’s transmitting, isn’t it!] Oh, I see now. Well, hello. I’m the Doctor – I assume you know that already, since I’m here and not in my TARDIS, where I’m meant to be. [And her feelings will be EXTREMELY hurt if she was just grabbed at random, because honestly she’s done with that ‘passing as a normal person’ thing. You’re only allowed to kidnap her on purpose, anything else is insulting. :|] So if you could just skip to the part where you tell me what I’m doing here, that would be brilliant.

[:D?]

[So, there's this pony, sitting in front of the Cambot. But, she can't quite bring herself to look at it. She keeps shooting it nervous little glances, then back away, her mane getting in her eyes. Cambot zooms in to try and get a better look at her, since she seems to be trying to shrink in on herself.]

S-so... I'm sorry I didn't, um, do this sooner. I... well, what I mean is, I guess I should have introduced myself sooner, when I first... got here.

But, well, I suppose I don't... do very well in front of... cameras.

[She pauses there, and Cambot pulls back out, taking the hint, and the pony looks up, apparently alarmed.]

O-oh! I didn't mean... um, I'm sorry, please don't take offense, I'm just... well. Um. I'm not used to all... this. [She ducks behind her mane again, and rubs one foreleg with a hoof.] I guess I've... got a lot to get used to around here...

[She bites her lip. Cambot wavers there a moment, not really sure what to do, before she looks up again.] So, I guess... I should be trying to get along with everypony, while we're all, um. Stuck here. M-my name is Fluttershy, and... well. I hope we can all get along.

[Linkara is seated on a green futon. Please don't ask where he found it. Some people have an image to maintain. He tries not to sigh and gets started.]

It's come to my attention that most of you on the satellite are not critics and therefore probably have no idea how critics communicate. Tip: [and he holds up one finger] We're not the nicest people. It comes with the job.

What this boils down to is, I'm pretty sure I owe most of you an apology. And cake, if the pony is right about this sort of thing.

[There's a bit of a pause. Um. This is not usual for him.]

So. Yeah. Sorry about earlier.