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[punsofiron]

[The comm comes on to the face of a young blonde woman in a black Iron Maiden shirt with a brick wall against her back. She fiddles a moment, getting a feel for the device on her wrist, then rests her chin on her hand and looks down at the camera with some interest.]

So, a little birdie told me that this is some kind of dream world and we're all stuck in it until we find a way to wake ourselves up.

[She tilts the comm over slightly to indicate the Pricklemane in the background, wandering around idly and looking around the premises; apparently they're outside the general store.]

Guess that explains this guy, at least. Granted, I much prefer the dream where I'm fighting rage zombies with an M-16 and Bruce Campbell in his underwear, but I guess I'll take it. I've heard weirder stories. So. What do you guys do for fun around here?

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[raisethemoon]

Ah, how interesting! I am Princess Luna, if that is familiar?

[punsofiron]

Kinda.

[Ffff stop making her tread the edge of the fourth wall staaaahp]

[raisethemoon]

How interesting! My sister is here as well, we must speak sometime about the apparent connections.

[And now, yes, she's going to let it go.]

I hope thou art settling in well? No trouble with the nightmares? [She doesn't see any weapons on you.]

[punsofiron]

He said to watch out for 'em, but I haven't seen anything yet. Just this guy. [she frowns slightly.] I don't think he likes me.

[raisethemoon]

He is a Pricklemane. Colorful as they may be, they are yet cats.

[punsofiron]

Guess that explains why he's so aloof.

[raisethemoon]

Indeed.

Naturally, the best spirits art the bats and the owls. [Nocturnally biased? Not at all!]

[punsofiron]

Creatures of the night are always cool too.

[raisethemoon]

But of course! [Flattery is truly the way to Luna's heart.]