Mark I - ||video||

[the_mechanic]

[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]

Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]

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[the_mechanic]

[He just. Stares. There are words. He knows there're words. He just can't remember how to make them. Potion. That. Does not sound promising. And he doesn't trust the precious moments teddy bears with angler-fish antennae.

Right. Words. He should. Say... something. The pony... the... pony seems... nice enough... oh god.]

I. Okay. Potion. Just. Rest. Sure.

[He might have left out a few words.]

[sailorgenerous]

[Oh, dear. She's seen humans react in surprise to seeing her here, but she hadn't thought it could be quite this bad.]

Let me guess: this is your first time meeting a unicorn.

Why don't I come down and help you find someplace to relax? [Because dear, you sincerely look like you need it.]

[the_mechanic]

[Tony will no doubt wonder later why exactly he had such a strong reaction, but considering everything else piled onto his brain at this point... he's actually handling it all pretty well.

He smiles apologetically. His breathing's not quite right yet, but, he'll be okay. Really.]

Yeah, this is a first for me. And, no, there's really no need, I think... I think I'm going to be okay. Someone's on their way already to help me, but... thanks.

Sorry, I'm normally a bit better at this whole talking thing.

[sailorgenerous]

I'm certain you are. [But the fact still stands that he currently is having issues, and Rarity simply cannot leave somepony in that condition, especially with Nightmares around.]

I'm coming anyway, just to be certain everything is alright. [She magics her saddlebags on as she speaks, placing a few items - extra potions, treats for Tony's bat, sample clothing she obtained from the Moogles that might be around his size - in the bags and sparing a treat for the Pricklemane watching her.] You just stay there with Steven - the Moogle - and drink your potion and I'll be right over.

[the_mechanic]

[He kind of grimaces at the potion suggestion; he's never had to try to turn down so many offers for help in his entire life. It's almost more disconcerting than all the magic and trapped-in-a-dream-world revelations.]

No, really, I'm oka-- Steven? This... Your name is Steven?

[He turns around to call to the moogle who was a short distance away, having had enough of Tony, understandably.

He turns back to the communicator, obviously trying to control the laughter bubbling up.]

That explains so much.