"Well my castle has been converted into a home for ponies like yourself who have lost their home universe. If you need a place to stay our doors are open."
"I understand. I’m sorry I brought it up. I won’t again. Are you taking up residents here in the castle now by chance?"
Celestia: “Being rude to my guests, rigging turrets to shoot at visitors, running unethical tests… She seems to have had a relapse lately.”
Celestia pulls up a couch by magic. “Do you need to sit down dear? You look distressed.”
"Was?" Celestia frowns slightly. "Did something happen to it?"
GLaDOS: “Should I look like you? Look at me, boy do I look sweating. Let’s all eat grass and leaves and excrete them later and go shopping.”
Celestia: “GLaDOS you are just adding more time to your potato punishment.”
Celestia: “That’s GLaDOS, my royal advisor. She’s in time out right now so I have her in her potato.”
"Oh how lovely~ I’m sure it must be quite the interesting culture with such colorful mixes~"
Celestia: “Oh that’s fine we are both still here. Just have a few others around the castle too. So the question was my favorite thing? Umm… Can I pick cake?”
GLaDOS: “Testing. Would you like to test?”
((BTW, there’s a link to your right somewhere. It has a list of the characters on this blog.))
Celestia: “Both of us? Which of us does he mean?”
Luna: “Both indicates two, but I count more than two living here in the castle.”
GLaDOS: “Are you even questioning the intelligence of an organic creature? They are incredibly lacking in thought capability.”
Cadance: “GLaDOS! That’s not nice at all…”
She nods. “Right. Okay I was just making sure. You HAVE been playing around with dark magic after all.” She gave a smile and a wink at that last part.
"Eldra… Another word I’m unsure of. Elkorvia, Eldra… it sounds like it may come from the Latin alces… but you don’t look like an elk. You don’t look like an elk right?" She starts digging around under her chest plate looking for her glasses.
new dash topic: h.p. lovecraft was a fuckboy
"waeehhhh im a little shit who hates foriengers and octopuses scare me so hard i shit myself wahhhhh look at my chin"
((Actually he had xenophobia. He didn’t hate foreigners, he had an unnatural fear of them. There’s a difference. Like my own telephobia. I don’t hate telephones, I’m just scared to death of them… So get your facts straight before you start talking shit. Some of us are librarians.))