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[It's morning. Early. Too early. Luna stands in the middle of the lane, her normally waving mane and tail a straight, flat matte train. She's scowling pointedly up at the sky, looking as if she's about to burst into a loud string of royal insults. Instead, what comes out is little more than a whisper.]

What is the matter with all of you? Have you no shame? The night is where you belong, not frolicking about the sun in the early morning hours! Cease this nonsense at once!

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[Why can't he just get home and put his clothes back on? Is this some sort of karma for staying in his armor constantly for the first few years in Luceti?

Well, whatever. Golbez grumbles irritably as he stalks by Luna in a towel, not even noticing her at first... until he takes note of that surprisingly small voice.]

Luna? What are you doing?

[Luna is not quite as surprised by the change in attire as she could be. After all, most times ponies go around with no clothes on at all, so it seems reasonable to imagine that there are instances when other creatures walk around wearing nothing but towels over their bottoms.]

We are presently getting nowhere in our astral negotiations. [She gestures with a foreleg up towards the sky which is black and filled with stars even though the sun is as it should be.]

Surely you've noticed that things are behaving abnormally. [Chaotically, even...]

That could have something to do with your volume... [Or lack thereof. Seriously, having her be this quiet is probably among the stranger things he's encountered. And that's saying something.]

I should warn you, however. I would say this is probably a shift, so you almost certainly aren't going to get the... reactions you might be hoping for from the various celestial bodies.

[Luna frowns at the comment. She's only talking as loudly as she possibly can! Which, isn't much.]

...We know. It would seem the Royal Canterlot Voice has been turned off for the shift's duration. As for the stars, we cannot help the trying for it has always been our responsibility. To see the sky behaving in such a way is...distressing.

[And far too like something a certain somecreature would do if he were not currently worlds away and encased in stone.]

Do you usually command them verbally?

[The thought of Luna commanding the stars to circle through the sky (probably much louder than she's doing now) and them actually listening is rather a fascinating one.]

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[Now here's an unusual sight. Luna doesn't usually come out in the daytime, does she? (Or maybe she does. Hmm....)

Grune only spends a moment pondering this before she ponders the next thing: Who is she talking to? That one is a little beyond her, and so she heads on over to ask.]

Hello, Luna! Are you talking to one of frour yiends?

[...Grune has something of a speech impediment this week, Luna might notice.]

[Luna turns her head towards Grune distractedly.]

Greetings! And, hello.

[She's about to try whisper-yelling at the stars again, when she scowls, realizing something. She isn't sure what else her friend has just said.]

We beg your pardon? We didn't understand that last bit.

Oh, I was asking if tou were yalking to one of frour yiends.

[Luna must have been a little distracted, and that's why she didn't hear her.]

[She speaks slowly in response. Have you a headcold, Grune?]

Ah. No...? we. are. talking. to. the stars. but. they. are. not. listening. to. us...??

[Wait. Why is she doing this? It's Grune who is difficult to understand, not the other way around. Luna shakes her head.]

...If we did not know any better, we would say that the Malnosso have a taste for chaos.

Do you sink tho?

[She looks about as if she's only now discovering that things are a little...different this morning.]

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[Well hey there, Luna. Somewhere, mid-rant, Pinkie approaches, staunchly dressed in a jet-black tuxedo and wearing sunglasses. She smiles happily at the princess, and opens her mouth. However, what comes out isn't exactly... right.]

Hiya, Luna! What'cha yelling at?

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Oh, good morn-- [Augh. Nevermind... It doesn't matter whether it's daytime or nighttime.]

...Hello, Pinkie Pie.

[No, no. Of course it matters. This is all wrong! The stars are supposed to be away.]

[Wait.]

[What??]

...Come again?

[Oh hello Luna. Your mouth is moving like you're yelling but Beast doesn't hear anything.]

Wh-what... what did you say?

[Luna's voice is still little more than a whisper, even though she doesn't seem to be holding back in the least.]

We told the stars to cease their childish dallying and get back to bed immediately.

[He has to lean in a little to hear her, but he understands it this time.]

Oh. Right. The... stars? [It's only now he's looked up and actually realised what she meant. This... what does this mean? This makes no sense, is he not yet awake?]

[ For simply going to fetch a glass of water, this morning has turned into quite an adventure for Susanne when her door had lead outside instead of to the rest of the house. And then she comes across a colorful talking horse. It's startling for someone so new, but the equine seems upset even if she can't hear what it's saying. So she cautiously approaches, somewhat self conscious of being only in her dressing gown. ]

Hello. Is everything all right?

[As with Golbez, Luna doesn't give Susanne's choice of attire too much more than a passing glance. Upset is about right, however. The alicorn still appears to be fretting, even though she's well aware these alien stars are beyond her reach and haven't the slightest intention of heeding her commands.]

Greetings, fair villager...

Regrettably, between the weather and the numerous other strange occurences we have passed on our way here, we would say that everything is all wrong.

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[ Thank goodness for that. This was awkward enough without having to explain, even if Luna is already acquainted with Luceti's quirks. Susanne has to lean a little closer in order to hear what Luna is saying, though she keeps a respectable distance out of politeness. ]

Oh yes, the sky does appear mixed up as to whether it should be night or day. I take it that's unusual for here? I've only arrived recently, so I thought perhaps this was a regular occurrence.

[A "New Feather" then. Luna's noticed an influx of them recently. She more-or-less stays where she is, giving Susanne another quick look over. The current state of things is annoying, but the presence of one more human neither frightens nor bothers her.]

Though our 'hosts' take great delight in causing trouble for the rest of us, it is usual for the sky to separate itself between night and day automatically. For the majority of a month everything runs smoothly, but it is not uncommon for those creatures to sneak in an experiment or two. We imagine that is what all this is!

[She gestures with a hoof in an effort to encompass everything. All this. This mismatched sky, these chattering trees, the...thing (tail) trailing behind her like a limp purple scarf.]

[ The inclusion of Luna's tail in her sweeping gesture earns a mystified expression from Susanne. Both color and texture, like flowing silk judging by its appearance, seem to match the pony's mane. That's how it should be, yes? Though she's learning not to assume anything here. ]

Now that you mention it, I do recall being told about the Malnosso's fondness for toying with their captives. It's a relief to know this is only temporary. [ She pauses to take another look at all the stars competing with the sun. ]

Might I inquire as to why you were speaking to the sky?

[After Norma's morning of "thrills" in her bedroom this morning, and finding out that even by escaping it she'd be transported to a random (and sometimes just as bad) location, Norma is in dire need of some rest and relaxation. She half knows it's impossible, but hell if she's not stubborn enough to try anyway.

So, there's a rather irritated looking teenager stomping her way down the same path, towards the pony. Oddly, Norma doesn't seem too weirded out by it, though her eyes do stray from the path a little.]

[The stomping is enough to attract the alicorn's attention, her ears swiveling towards the commotion, and her head soon following suit.]

Thou seemst also to be experiencing some unwanted annoyances this morning.

[Norma pauses, and blinks. Looking back at the strange animal, she furrows her brow and pouts. Did...did the horse/unicorn/pegasus thing just speak? That's not that odd, considering most animals in Luceti do, but what exactly did she even say? Was she addressing Norma? There was no one else around the area that Norma could see, so she assumes that's the case but--]

...What did you say?

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