Derpy Hooves (Margie)

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

Carlotta had entered a whole new world on Christmas morning, when she'd gone to visit Roselin, the little girl from the nearby village, to whom she taught music and things. She had walked into her room to deliver her Christmas present just as she had been starting a marathon of some show known as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Carlotta hadn't even known that the device she was watching it on was called at the time, and little did she suspect that this strange cacophony of speaking colorful ponies would have such an influence on her...

Pegasisers was what it was called, apparently, when a girl or woman found such bliss in such a simple, yet profound program. She was happy, actually, that she could call Roselin her fellow pegasister. It made her feel as if she had a sense of belonging here. She'd yet to find a way to get back to her stage and her contract, and her limelight, so any sense of belonging to a part of something once more greatly pleased her.

She was actually sitting down in a small den-like area which contained one of those television things right then and there. She'd made up a bowl of some sort of snack she'd found in the kitchen called popcorn, and had just nestled herself down on a sofa and flipped on the tele to watch a few episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. She flipped on the black box, and sat back, popcorn in hand, watching as the theme song began.

♫My Little Pony,
My Little Pony
Ah,
My Little Pony!
I used to wonder what friendship could be.
My Little Pony...♫

[Marguerite DuBois]

It was utterly fantastic, all of the different types of tea that were supplied in this Manor. Even Érik didn't have that many varieties! She paused, sipping her Irish Breakfast. It was warm, and helped warm her up on these chilly winter days. She took the mug, as no one would miss it, and walked back to the lifts to the lairs. But as she passed a room, she heard music from inside.

Marguerite put her ear to the door. It was new music...upbeat, with instruments she'd never heard before...It was too much for her curiosity to bear, and she opened the door.

There was a woman on a sofa, in front of a box. The box had a picture in it, but...the pictures were moving? What sort of occult practice was this? Certainly it was only an illusion. Like the magic tricks that Érik would perform for her when they were at a loss for things to do, or when it was raining cats and dogs outside. Marguerite coughed. Might as well ask about the strange magic box...

"Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but...what is that?"

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

The red-headed diva watched as the colorful lights depicting the various ponies flashed across the glass screen of the box. It was a rather entertaining contraption, and these 'ponies' were the best part of it! So many human emotions, so many life lessons, all wrapped up into the words and actions of simple poniful creatures...

Just after the theme for the show had ended, she heard someone enter the room, followed by the voice of a woman. She picked up the remote and pressed the pause button, temporarily stopping her pony episode so she would be sure not to miss any of it. “That is a television. And that,” she said, gersturing to the pictures upon the screen. “is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.”

[Marguerite DuBois]

Marguerite cocked her head at the device with the moving pictures. "...May I watch it with you?" She was utterly fascinated by the moving colourful ponies that had been walking around on the device. So many colours and lights....Marguerite couldn't help but walk into the room and toward the device, like a moth to the flame.

"How does all this work....?" She furrowed her brow, sitting down a way from the other woman and leaning in the direction of the 'television'. "I mean...I've never encountered anything like this...."

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

Carlotta gestured to the screen and the screen and then to an empty recliner when the woman asked her if she would be able to join her in watching the show on the television. Carlotta had no quarrel with the idea so long as she would shut up and watch rather than talking through the entire thing.

“Non so—I’m not sure,” she shrugged, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing, “But it is neat, non? You press the buttons and it shoes you things on the screen”