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[gotoyourmoon]

[Action / Locked to 1670 Nelson Street]

*Good morning, residents of 1670 Nelson Street. And by that I mean early, early morning - Princess Celestia is accustomed to waking long before the dawn to raise the sun. But today, she found that she was not in her palace in Equestria. Far from it; she was outside, in a small red wooden shed... which was in

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Action / 847 Goldberg Street

[walking_nuke]

[Balin's sitting on the porch of his house. He should be at work today, but considering that he was wounded considerably during Keine's crazed rampage last night, he's taking the day off. Those wounds are pretty obvious, too; some bruises, a few bandages, some tinged red. His physical training uniform looks a little banged up.]

[He's got a cup of coffee sitting on the ground next to him as he quietly stares at a hand held before him. Suddenly, light erupts from his hand, twisting and taking the form of a blue-glowing ideograph floating in mid-air, about as large as his head:]



[He stares at it for a second, before clenching his fist, causing the ideograph to melt and fade. When he reopens his hand, a second one appears:]



[And that's when he sees a horse-like figure in his peripheral vision.]

Takin' Quicksilver out for a mornin' ride, Virginia?

[He's a little too out of it to realize that's not Virginia and her horse.]

[gotoyourmoon]

*Well now, those lights are interesting. Celestia responds with a note of amusement in her voice.* I'm sorry, you seem to have me confused with somepony else.

[walking_nuke]

[Whoops. That's definitely not Virginia's voice. Do other people have horses here?]

Huh? Oh-sorry about'at-

[... wait. Somepony? That causes Balin to look up toward Celestia.]

[... And drop his jaw in surprise.]

-Holy-

[gotoyourmoon]

*The pony seems to be chuckling good-naturedly.* Oh my, I seem to have startled you.

[walking_nuke]

-Uh, well-

[HOLY CRAP IT TALKS]

It's ahright, I just-first time I've seen a talkin' horse before.

[Blink. Wait a second ... she has a unicorn horn and wings-]

-Okay, wait, you're a unicorn? I guess'at explains it. Still'a first time I've met a unicorn though.

[Mayfield has provided plenty of such first times!]

[gotoyourmoon]

A pony, actually, but nopony's keeping score.

*A polite incline of her head, almost like a pony bow.* And this is the first time I have met a creature like you before. I think that makes us even.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin blinks a few times. She doesn't look that much smaller than a regular horse to him, but then Balin hasn't been around enough horses to know this for sure.]

Okay, pony it is-well, uh. I'm a human. More specifically, I'm a human who's a Logos Receptive, which is why I can do'is;

[He spawns another Logos Element from his hand.]

[gotoyourmoon]

*She's big, for a pony.* How interesting! I've never seen anything like that before.

What does it mean?

[walking_nuke]

What, this one'ere?

[Balin glances at the Logos Element hovering above his hand.]

It stands for'a underlying order of'a universe.

[gotoyourmoon]

*This does not faze her in the slightest.* It's very simple for such a complex thing, but really, what is complexity but many simple things atop one another?

[walking_nuke]

That's pretty much'a idea. That, an' there's a lotta things in nature that fit'a pattern in'is thing'ere. A lotta livin' bein's, f'instance, you can find'a same proportions in 'em all over. That's what I was taught at least.

[He dismisses the Logos Element, and looks back over to Celestia.]

Did Mayfield bring you in just recently?

[gotoyourmoon]

That's very true.

And yes, I only awoke here this morning. It's quite unexpected.

[walking_nuke]

[Balin nods.]

That's how it was for pretty much all of us. You, me, an' a lotta people from a lot of different times and places got kidnapped by'a people runnin' this town.

[gotoyourmoon]

Different times and places... how odd.

May I assume that you're from a place where your kind is the dominant species?

[walking_nuke]

[Balin bites his lip some.]

Yeah, sorta.

I'm pretty sure we're getting taken from alternate realities, or dimensions, or-somethin'. Most humans you'll meet here, if they say they're from "Earth," then yeah, it's where you'll find a lotta humans.

Where I'm from ... not so much. Not anymore.

[gotoyourmoon]

I see.

...and you find it troubling, then? I'm sorry if it's a painful subject.