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I thought the Gryphon was foreshadowing another event, but so far I haven't noticed anything.

[Georgia looks as serious as ever, her mouth in a sharp line and her sunglasses firmly in place as she looks into the camera.]

That means one of three things: either the Gryphon is not another resident in the same way, the rules are changing now that we've got a war on the way, or, of course, that the event simply isn't one that's easily noticeable. I'm keeping my eyes out, either way. The Gryphon certainly meant, something, and I intend to figure it out. That's what I do.

[Without losing a beat, she suddenly starts to sing. Her voice is surprisingly nice.]

Once I played fair and I played by the rules that they gave me
Had faith in the world and the laws, thought that blood tests would save me
I followed my stories, I wrote every word
I weeded out lies so the truth could be heard
But powerful people thought I shouldn't share what I found
And I screamed for the world to rise up as I slumped to the ground

You'd think that was it, but it seems that my story's not ended
Those powerful assholes decided the rules could be bended
So here I am now, only not quite the same
I'm just enough George to hold onto my name
And the CDC thinks they can use me to hurt those I love
They cloned me but clearly still don't know what I am made of

Mahir, Maggie, and Buffy and Shaun
Becks and Alaric it's time to write on
All the bloggers who will write til the dawn
and have yet to land on the Wall
I know it's been said and I'm starting to see
You have to break rules if you want to break free
So do as you like, we're determined to be
Bloggers here to save you all

Wonderland isn't my home, but I'm still here truth telling
This world's made of stories and lies, don't buy what they are selling
This place sometimes kills us, but we don't stay dead
(And yet don't require a shot through the head)
It's not what I'm used to so far from the public's cruel eyes
A part of me hates it, but sometimes the privacy's nice

They say there's a war coming on, that I should be a fighter
But I wield a pen, not a sword, that's the weapon of writers
I've talked to the Mirrors I've been to their side
They don't want this either, the Queen of Hearts lied
Our best bet of thriving is joining with them hand in hand
So again I must beg for us all to rise up while we can

Mahir, Maggie, and Buffy and Shaun
Becks and Alaric it's time to write on
All the bloggers who will write til the dawn
and have yet to land on the Wall
I know it's been said and I'm starting to see
You have to break rules if you want to break free
So do as you like, we're determined to be
Bloggers here to save you all

Sunburst's a pony, and Shepard's a deep space commander
To call Rocket a Raccoon counts as the deepest of slander
Clem's a survivor, Tim Wright and Jay try
While Chloe and Tim Drake will keep asking why
And the rules that I live by are simple and clear:
Be honest and thoughtful and don't live in fear --

Mahir, Maggie, and Buffy and Shaun
Becks and Alaric it's time to write on
All the bloggers who will write til the dawn
and have yet to land on the Wall
I know it's been said and I'm starting to see
You have to break rules if you want to break free
So do as you like, we're determined to be
Bloggers here to save you all

For we will be honest and we will be fair
And the comments will suck and we really won't care
Tell Newsies, and Irwins, and Fictionals too
There's a link they can click when they want to read true
Our words get us broken or buried or lost
But we'll write them down willingly, knowing the cost
We won't take our place on the Wall
It's better to fly, and it's better to die
Say the bloggers here to save you all

[Abruptly she stops, blinks a bit, then adds:]

...so there is an event, apparently. I'll be in my office.

[And replying only by text. She abruptly shuts off the feed.]

[ooc: Song is Wicked Girls Seanan McGuire, lyrics by me.]

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So this sort of thing ISN'T normal where you're from? Because honestly, I was wondering about the lack of singing- it usually happens to at least somepony once a month or so back home. Sometimes once a week, depending.

Uh. It was a very inspirational song?

No offense, but your world sounds like my personal hell.

[That's not quite true. Her personal hell has white walls and doctors and no windows or clocks or internet access. But pony world sounds like a close second.]

Thank you, I guess. I don't know how much credit I can take, since it's not like I was trying to burst into song.

None taken, I get that a lot here.

[No one wants to live in Pastel Pony Land. ]

True, but it had to come from somewhere, right?

Wonderland, presumably. I'm not a poet.

[Sweet Celestia, Georgia, take a compliment. ]

You mean you can't come up with rhymes on the fly? I'm SHOCKED.

Though I meant more the emotion behind the words.

[NO SHE DOESN'T WANT THEM.]

Ah, well, I suppose those do come from me. Even if it's not exactly how I would have put it.

[She can write an inspirational essay with the best of 'em. It just.... doesn't rhyme.]

[BUT THEY'RE NICE ONCE YOU GET USED TO THEM. ]

Well, no, but it was certainly succinct and to the point.

Which is saying something in a goddamn musical theater piece.

Well...yes. There is that unfortunate part of the whole debacle.

So is the event from your world?

I don't think so. Singing is a regular thing, but it certainly doesn't do what it has been doing to people here.

Plus no one's been turned into a pony and I honestly can't see Wonderland turning down an opportunity for that sort of confusion.

Great, thanks. I needed those nightmares.

[Sorry, Sunburst. But she doubts you're any more interested in becoming human.]

You're welcome! I hope you have to actually go through that as much as I don't want to be turned into...basically anything else. Better to keep out own shapes, I think.

Agreed. And you're probably right.

You'd also know if it were your event. You wake up woozy and missing a word. It's unpleasant, and highly noticeable.

Oh wonderful. I'll just add that to the list of things I might have to look forward to but hopefully never will.

This does mean we have no idea whose event this is.

Who else randomly bursts into song around here?

It seems that way.

I'm not sure. I haven't come across anyone yet who randomly bursts into song.

It could also be anomalous. My friend Buffy has told me pre-Rising shows used to do things like that. "Musical episodes." She'd go to sing-a-longs.

[She misses Buffy so much sometimes.]

Pre-Rising?

So like...a play, but only one act would have songs in it?

[This is so hard to understand when your world doesn't have TV. ]

[....oh boy.]

Pre-Rising means before the zombie apocalypse.

[W E L P ]

Wow, yeah. Forget I asked.

It just had a profound effect on media.

[It had a profound effect on most things.]

Well. Yes. I can imagine that it did.

video } from Ace of Spades, the Wonderland Blog of Georgia Mason, entry #13

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