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[macheteswitchblade]

[ Usually when Evan found himself in a room he didn't recognize it was either a) he had too much fun the previous night or b) ...well, fuck he almost always woke up somewhere he wasn't familiar with. Regardless though, this was one of the nicer places he had found himself in (i.e. not being in a random shack or in a pool of someone else's blood). He sat up slowly, a camera sitting sideways on the floor beside him. He rubbed his head and groaned, his hand knocking into the camera as he reorientates himself. The camera makes a loud pop as he picks it up and carefully pans it around the room. It's almost to average to be a hotel room, but at the same time, what else could it be? ]

...What the fuck?

[ His voice is quiet at first, but then grows to a shout as he runs towards the door clutching the camera, hoping to find some help by doing what he does best: screaming and looking like a psychopath. He runs out into the seemingly endless hallway and does a 360, having absolutely no clue where to go. ]

Hey!! Jeff? Vinny? Are you guys trying to fuck with me, 'cause if you are... [ He mumbles something inaudible to himself. ]

[video]

[insidethechimney]

[The feed turns on to a prematurely white-haired Pinkie Pie, slightly obscured behind blotches of green paint on the lens.]

Hi everyhuman! Could one of you do me a teensy-weensy favour and bring some more pots of paint out? The ones I brought got knocked over somehow.

[Probably when she was using her hair to make cloud-esque prints on the big landscape picture behind her.]

I'd just go inside to get them, but I'll get paint everywhere! Maybe hoof-painting wasn't such a good idea...

[She shrugs. No biggie. As to how she'll get back inside later without painting the floors, well, that's a problem for later.]

And if anyperson wants to come out here, I'll paint a picture of you!