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[lettertomyfutureself]

[Action - 310 Miller]

-Was it another dream? She hadn't even remembered falling asleep. But by all intents and purposes, she was not in an amusement park. And there hadn't been any housing communities along the route according to her map...

... In fact, she was pretty sure these weren't the clothes she was wearing previously. Oh god. What the hell happened? Immediately she looked around for her radio. Nothing. No flashlight either, not that she needed in the daylight. None of her weapons could be found. Well a nightstand lamp would have to do. Quickly unplugging it, she exited the room... she hadn't even looked at the pictures. She assumed they weren't hers.-



[Phone; Later]

Okay, so, like... I have the basics down. But I need to know something else. Has anyone here, besides that creepy guy Vincent, heard of a place called 'Silent Hill'?

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[magicalrealist]

I am. A unicorn, to be exact.

But before you ask, this town can grab any kind of being from any universe and trap them here. I've heard that not even gods are safe.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Gods? ... My head hurts...

[magicalrealist]

It is headache inducing and one of this town's many mysteries, but like you said: it might be better for you to not think about it too much.

If you need aspirin, I can bring some to you; the first-aid kit here has some.

[lettertomyfutureself]

No offense, but that seems like something you'd need hands for.

... Actually, how are you even holding the phone?

[magicalrealist]

It's alright; I get that a lot. It's not impossible for me to carry things in bags; I've always done that, more so now since I'm without my magic.

Well, I'm not holding it to be exact; it's more propped up against a stack of books.

[lettertomyfutureself]

... Guess it must be hard having hooves in a human world, huh? Sorry if I came off dumb about it. I didn't really think.

[magicalrealist]

It's tricky, but I think I'm getting used to it.

(Except for, you know, nearly wrecking her house while trying to clean it.)

It's no problem; really! Mayfield is filled with surprises that go around even the most well thought-out logic.

I should introduce myself. My name is Twilight Sparkle.

(Totally girly and cutesy, right Heather?)

[lettertomyfutureself]

-She was almost expecting a racehorse style name.-

Heather Mason. Nice to meet you, I guess.

[magicalrealist]

Likewise. If there's anything you need help with, I wouldn't mind lending a hoof!

(The pony puns...they are coming.)

[lettertomyfutureself]

-Okay, that gets a laugh out of her. She can't not laugh at it.-

[magicalrealist]

(Well...she probably has an idea what's making her laugh, so Twilight just rolls her eyes. At least she's laughing; that's good, right?)

You might need to get used to this way of speaking; I'm not the only pony here in Mayfield.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I'll keep it in mind, Twi.

[magicalrealist]

Good...stay safe, Heather.