Revenance Communicators

--back here!

[The camera is extremely shaky and pointing at the ground, and appears to be moving. There's a distinct sound of Liz yelling in the background and the muffled chattering of a Hebby Repp]

You little troublemaker, c'mere! Give that back!

[The camera stops for a moment, jerking as if Kodachrome was looking back, then turns again and there's a flash of light.

When the light dims, Kodachrome finally drops the comm, peering at the camera and chattering curiously. Then suddenly there's a thud and a "woaah--OOF!" behind her and she turns, scittering toward Liz who just fell in the background. There's a squeaking sound that sounds like a Pricklemane snickering and you can practically feel Liz's lineface.]

Laugh it up, fuzzball.

[A moment of scuffling, and finally a black mare with a blonde mane appears on camera, frowning. Great, how's she gonna pick up the comm - let alone turn it off - with hooves?]

[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?