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(Oh look, it's everyone's favorite draconequus, Discord! Yes, even if you've never met him before, he's your favorite. Why? Because he's the only one around, so he's your favorite by default, so why not come by and give him a big hug? He may be willing to return it!

In fact, he's probably initiating that hug with you right now since gods of chaos don't care much for personal space. It doesn't last long, though, as he instantly poofs away and reappears dressed as a scientist.)

Hello, new friend, and welcome to the world of PONIES! My name is Discord; I occasionally refer to me as a Pony Professor. You see, this world is inhabited by colorfully cuddly creatures called PONIES. Some of them sing! Some of them use magic. To me...well, they're just a lot of fun.

But before we continue, tell me something: are you a boy...or a girl?

Edited 2014-02-25 19:19 (UTC)

There are just some things a man won't stand for!

[Making a scene in the middle of Ponyville, mounted on the fountain and standing Captain Morgan style, a griffon with the sweetest feathered pompadour you've ever seen has decided to make his grievances known.

Now, it's not like Dandy to sweat the small stuff, and to be completely honest he could care less that he's a composite fluff monster right now. No, this is a matter of extreme importance. The kind of importance that brings a man to shout at the high heavens.]

Where are the chicks?!

[Get it? Chicks. Because...because he's a bird. I'm way before my time, this is comedy gold, people.]

Bring on the babes, baby! You can't tell me this planet is nothing but HORSES!

[The city of Townsville--I mean Ponyville, a quiet peaceful community...a community that's about the get a wake up call. Why's that? Because right in the center of town arises something far sinister and frilly than your average perfume department.

Don't let the strangely tall and slender red look fool you, nor the weird Santa Clause dress-slash-thigh high ensemble. Hide your kids, lock up your parents, it's none other than a being so demonic he can only be called...Him.]

Ohhhhh goodness, what have we here? Did someone want me to make a little visit to this one horse town?

[Yeah that reverb isn't right....nor the fact that he's just chilling in mid-air.]

Well if you wanted the fun you should have just called ahead.

[Ugh...he shouldn't really be making a public scene like that.]

[Somewhere near The Decanter, there's a hulking figure in a makeshift trenchcoat, belting out a soulful brass solo into the night air, unaccompanied. Closer inspection reveals a minotaur is the one in the shadows, expertly operating a saxophone.

Seems like he's not going to stop unless he's particularly bothered. Then again, why interrupt the jam?]

[You know how most people tend to freak out when waking up somewhere as a pony? Well this guy almost seems ecstatic to be here. In fact his biggest worry seems to be figuring out what all the buildings are, and even then he seems happy about it.]

Oh wow, I didn't know this place had a bakery!

[He says as if he went here before. Also if you pay attention his movements are a little... stiff. Like he's forgetting that knee joints are a thing.]

[A yellow and black pegasus is circling the town of Ponyville, occasionally firing off a blast of lightning to attack and damage buildings.]

FOR ANARCHY! KYAHAHAHAHA!

Edited 2014-02-25 21:10 (UTC)

[Despite all the sudden new arrivals, there's a yellow unicorn that seems not to be perturbed at all by this. She lifts her cup of tea up to her mouth, taking a calm sip. She then turns to you with a smile.]

It's a lovely day out.

A

[Daring Do is too busy paying attention to a map to notice that she's suddenly in Ponyville. Care to interrupt?]

B

[Okay, that was a bad idea. You and Daring Do are currently running from a demonic entity made of smoke.]

To be fair, I didn't know solving that puzzlebox would release that thing. Do me a favor and smack me upside the head next time I get my hooves on a puzzle box.

[Who is that in the fancy, gold-laced armored trench coat and matching pirate hat with what looks to be a laser rifle slung across her back? She looks rather familiar. Maybe it's the flowing, darkish pastel-colored mane and tail? She kinda looks like Celestia. She carries herself as Celestia would. She exudes that same sort of authority and power. But that face and expression is decidedly less gentle than the princess is known for, more stony and stoic, looking as if she'll turn around and start firing at any moment.]

[She won't, though. She knows what this place is, but it's been so long since she's seen it... Was this the Equestria she left, or was this yet another universe? Do they have a new princess, or was she simply the alien, intruding in a reality she had no place in? It as hard to tell. Things looked alright, but more evidence was needed to make sure. Not wanting to make too big a splash, the former princess will simply roam the streets of Ponyville until either she can remember what date she left, or until she gets recognized.]

Edited 2014-02-25 22:20 (UTC)

[In the middle of town, there is a rather large earth pony, clad head to hoof in heavy armor, carrying a large, metal tower shield and lance.]

[You'll probably miss him.]

[No, seriously, he has such a lack of presence despite his large clanky armor that you will probably pass him by. However, if you listen carefully, a voice might be heard:]

U-um... excuse me. Do you know where this is?

[In the center of town, you can see a bunch of ponies gawking at the strange beast before them. A Changeling with what appears to be a skeletal "armor" of sorts, the red visor of its eyes glowing a magic slings around a large staff with the letter "Z" on it.]

Citizens of Ponyville, I am Lord Zedd. Your peaceful coexistence has come to an end! Your protectors are powerless against my power and better still, there's no miserable Power Rangers to stand in my way!

Your only choice now is to surrender or regret not doing so! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAAA...!

[There's a new unicorn wearing a yellow lightning eye mask that's struggling with his new body, and having a hard time walking with four legs.

Care to help him out?]

Edited 2014-02-25 23:51 (UTC)

A

[ Okay, so she's been through experimentation, the post office, on top of abundant sexism that was way too abound. She's thinking that this is another trick by Mayfield, that she's stuck in a pony's body. Maybe one of the Smith children had control of today's sadism.

So, she's trying to get used to walking with four legs and...currently failing. ]

Ha, ha, Mayfield. Think this is real funny, eh?

B

[ It's a few days later, and Ambrosia's gotten used to her arrangements. She's still kind of thinking that is Mayfield, but she's believing that she's somewhere else.

One thing, though, that she's still unsure of is the milk. One rule in Mayfield is that one never drank it. It could be laced with rat poison, have eyeballs stuck in it or even razor blades.

She raises a hoof to her lower lip in thought, tilting her head. ]

...Are ye sure this stuff's safe t' drink 'n use? It ain't gonna, ye know, poison ye or cut up yer mouth, right?

[Whoa. Whoa. So many ponies--different sizes and shapes and colors. As disturbed as he probably ought to be, Xander's not--just incredibly distracted by basically being surrounded by a herd.

Once he notices his own wings and hooves, he's sort of distracted by that, too.]

Oh wow, Alex is never going to believe this--hey! Maybe he's here too? Alex? Hey, Alex!

Lets see, turnips, flour, salt, what else do I need... Oh right, I need to pick up Button the new video game.

Excuse me, where's the nearest video game kiosk?

[...Well, there's no way you could miss this pegasus in a crowd, considering she's conjured up a large stone pillar easily the size of a building to stand atop and boast whilst leaning against the crimson blade embedded in it.

The vague, almost imperceptible scarlet mist around the area might raise some concerns, too.]

So come forth! If it's a world full of tiny horses I'm trapped in, then so be it! Are there any here who think they can stand to take on the heavens themselves and emerge victorious?!

[He thought he was done world hopping. The last two places...well, he can say they looked like Hell. At least this world looked a little more colorful but he could do with the pony form.

Oh well, time to explore at least.]

[It's not the first time Aqua has been a pony. It is, however, also quite entirely something she hasn't expected to ever be again. She'd almost forgotten about the Satellite, in the darkness and now it's all coming back. It's a small thing, but between that and the sight of actual seeing sunlight again it's almost too much.

She does manage a few hesitant steps, but then she has to take a moment to sit and get used to being in the world again.]

[It's not often that you see a Diamond Dog walking the streets of Ponyville, so try as he might to stay out of the public eye, this strangely rubbery orange specimen here stands out like a sore thumb. Or he would, if thumbs were a thing here. Whatever.

Regardless, even the least observant citizen would notice the lurching, canine shape lurking around alleys, ducking behind market stalls, and generally looking kind of unsettled by this whole thing.]

There's a phoenix staring at her reflection in the water of the town fountain, looking very displeased.

"...I'm supposed to be an owl."

Huh. That voice...sounds somewhat familiar.

(OOC Note: The alternate colors here are thought balloons. No one can hear them but him. So...for all accounts...he's talking to himself.)

Ok ok. It's gonna be fine! Tooootally fine.

Totally fine? You mean the part where you're a walking glue factory, or the part where we're stuck in a cotton candy nightmare?

Both! Come on...you gotta look on the bright side!

Well there's certainly enough of that here! It's like JJ Abrahms had a lensflare joygasm!

See? That guy thinks it's good!

He also thinks that keys being dangled in front of him is just as amusing now as when we were 1.

Especially when they're hanging from boobies!

Relax! We may be stuck in a body-type where we're walking in a way that we have to pay a woman in Tijuana to do to us, but it's fine! We may even find a good way to make a quick buck! Heheheheh...get it?

[Have a unicorn in full dark purple battle armor standing in the middle of Ponyville looking somewhat confused and very annoyed. There also just happens to be a curved double bladed sword in his magical grip.

After a few minutes he lowers the weapon and shakes out his mane. Now to figure out what the buck is going on and where everyone was.]

Edited 2014-02-26 14:12 (UTC)

[What happens in Vegas...? Getting blackout drunk and waking up somewhere weird is nothing new. Getting blackout drunk and waking up in the body of a winged horse-thing, however, is.

Actually, the really weird part is that he can't remember getting blackout drunk at all. Shouldn't he have a hangover? He doesn't remember hallucinating during a hangover before, at least not this thoroughly. Maybe he's lying unconscious in a pool of his own vomit somewhere while his dying brain spits inane, colorful imagery at him.]

Wake up, Peter, wake up....

((OOC: OBVIOUS SPOILER ALERT if you haven't seen PMMM!Rebellion, and don't want to risk being spoiled. Since she is post-Rebellion. You have been warned!

Otherwise, you're good to go.))

[Colorful, happy ponies. Sun shining, birds singing, everything is perfect. Except for one thing.

This was not her world. But, she wasn't angry. No.

She was furious. Even if she didn't deign to show it outwardly, her rage had absolutely no bounds. She was trapped - trapped being a position she had vowed never to be in again. Made worse by the form she took - it simply mocked her. She wanted no part of this and wished to go back now.

But couldn't.

No, she didn't express it outwardly. Not herself. Her familiars expressed it for her, by taking a tree, setting a snapped branch on fire...and then tossing it at her tail.

...Very well, then. She tabled the familiars, for the moment, as a result. A bit too obvious, who she was most angry at. Instead, she sat in her normal school clothing, purple eyes staring out in a dark, almost plotting stare at the world. In the hand not cradling her chin was something that looked dangerously alcoholic, which she swished around in an almost diabolical manner.

Dare you to go up and talk to her?]

Edited 2014-02-26 05:51 (UTC)

[He couldn't ever have imagined he'd be disappointed at being a dragon. But here he is.

Perhaps it was because it just didn't fit Pokey's image of what it'd be like to be a dragon. He always thought he'd be massive. Imposing. Something that'd [rightfully] strike fear into the hearts of everyone he hated. He'd crush villages and leave cities covered in fire as they burnt to ash.

Instead, he's some pudgy, red-scaled dragon with a black tint who'd maybe come up to someone's knees. He could maybe smash an anthill if he tried, and he had done so to a few, but that wasn't enough for him. His claws were maybe slightly better than a cat's, and he'd already run them somewhat dull scratching at some of the buildings. Pokey had been hoping he'd maybe be stronger than he appeared, but nope. No dice on that one.

That left fire. He was a dragon. He had to be able to breath fire.

And he has been trying to for the last ten minutes, trying to set a patch of grass on fire. It'd be small, but it'd at least be something.

Unfortunately, all that Pokey has managed to do has been to imitate the sound of a cat hacking up a massive hairball as he tries to figure out how to breath fire. He finally gives up and, kicking at some pebbles on the ground, voices his opinion on this whole matter.]

This sucks.

Some random loser

Dandy | Space☆Dandy | FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC, BABY

HIM | Da Powderpuff Goils

Ben Birdland/Big Band | Skullgirls

Emmet | The Lego Movie

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