Missingno-th Quirk - What's happening!? (Video/Action)

[for_realsies]

*Imogen looks a little... different. The most obvious would be her glasses. The frames are different, thicker and the lenses larger. She looks a little goofy in them. Her jewelry is wrong too, all of it dark and gothic, as opposed to the mismatched punk thing she usually did, and none of her jewelry has badges. And her clothes are now heavily themed with black, with red accents over her standard circus performer chic look.*

*She also appears terrified of her own starter, Omen the Absol. She notices the camera finally... and looks even more freaked out by whatever is next to it, before snatching it and trying to scramble out of the room.*

I really don't know what's going on, or who did this, or what those things are but I would like to go home now! AND I AM TIRED OF THE VOICE IN MY HEAD TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN!

I- I stayed up too late studying for my lines. I ate too much candy and spicy tacos before bed. I watched too many episodes of Evangelion all at once. One of those has to make sense as to why this is all happening. Maybe I finally am what everyone thinks I am. This is what the inside of my head looks like.

I hope Eli won't mind if I miss rehearsal. That Fiona can be such a slavedriver though...

*Imogen glances behind her one last time, and turns off the camera.*

(OOC: Imogen has dialed back to Season 11, and has the emotional stability of stage glass. She's also got no memory of Route right now! Action Responses need not be connected to her video post, and can of course be in any part of Route.)

Comments

[buckyouup]

Uh... Imogen? You alright there, Sugarcube?

[Until about a moment ago, Applejack was ecstatic about the return of her pony body. But now isn't the time to celebrate. There's a friend in need.]

[for_realsies]

*A pony just-

A pony just-*

H-how do you know my name!?

No, wait, why are you talking!?

Nonono! How are you talking!? Then why are you talking to me, then how do you know my name!?

[buckyouup]

[...Oh no.]

Y'mean you don't recognize me? I know I don't exactly look th'same as I did yesterday, but I figured my mane an' voice'd give it away.

It's me. Applejack.

[for_realsies]

Now the voices in my head are making me see things...

That doesn't answer anything! You're a talking technicolor pony! Well, not really technicolor and...

Do you have a tramp stamp!?

[buckyouup]

...What in tarnation are you talking about?

[for_realsies]

You have a tattoo on your-

*STOP TALKING TO THE DELUSION!*

How are you talking!?

[buckyouup]

Same way you talk.

[brbmakingfriends]

Darn right you ate too much! You should of shared some with me.

[for_realsies]

Is everyone here a technicolor pony!?

...And now I want cotton candy.

*Imogen totally lost track of her crazy.*

[brbmakingfriends]

[Although Pinkie would probably say something about the first part, Imogen already said the key word. One track mind go!]

Oh~ what a great idea!

[for_realsies]

You... like cotton candy? It is really fun to eat!

*Train of thought? With these two? Never a thing to worry about.*

[brbmakingfriends]

Like it? I love cotton candy! And cupcakes, cakes, and so many sweets! Who can't love them!

[for_realsies]

...That'd explain a lot...

Well, Eli isn't really into sweets, I've given them up so we have more in common.

[artofthestress]

Imogen! Darling! Everything's going to be okay. Please calm down!

[for_realsies]

I guess that's an improvement over sugarcube... I mean-

The talking ponies thing could be floated a little softer when I'm doubting your reality because those aren't things that are real in anything I've ever learned about anything!

[artofthestress]

I'm real, Imogen. It's just me, Rarity! Don't you recognize me?

[for_realsies]

...Should I?

I don't know anyone here. I don't know where here is. I don't even know what direction is north. I mean I could guess if I knew what time it was but it looks like it's noon so I'd have to wait a few hours to be sure sure...

The point is that the talking ponies, strange animals that were clearly designed in Japan, or possibly another area influenced by Japan's artstyles of the 80s, the cities, the trees, the berries, and everything is totally foreign to me!

[artofthestress]

Oh, why does this world keep doing this?! Does whoever's in charge LIKE creating drama! [ She lets out a moan of exasperation. ]

This isn't your fault, dear, it's this strange place we find ourselves in! So addressing your questions in approximately the reverse order in which you asked them... to find north, face towards the sun and turn a quarter-circle to your right if it's in the evening, left if it's morning; you're in either Johto or Kanto, I'm not entirely sure which; and up until recently, I was your friend! We were planning to design dresses together! But if your memory's gone, maybe you'll hate me now. Maybe you're an entirely different person! Are you an evil twin, Imogen? Should I let Twilight and the others know, so that we can prepare for an inevitable final showdown?

[for_realsies]

I know how to find north! It's just noon.

Why would anyone want me to help design dresses? Nothing anyone says about the me you all think you know makes sense! I don't have a twin, just some obnoxious step-brats. Whoever you think you knew, and the others think they knew, doesn't sound like me.

...Except maybe the pink one, the girl she knew sounds almost like me.

[artofthestress]

Well, you answered to the same name, and had a similarly eccentric fashion style, though you've changed your palate quite a lot, I see.

Perhaps... when I first came here, I remembered more about my friends' pasts then anypony else did. Maybe something's wrong with your memories! Have you knocked your head against something heavy, recently?

... Unless you don't remember that, either.

[starspangledavenger]

[Woah, Steve watches Imogen for a second when he hears her yelling, trying to figure out what set her off, but it's impossible to tell. So he approaches her, but Amber tells him that Grace says to keep some distance, that her Aura is all kinds of not good]

Imogen? Everything alright? Anything I can help with?

[Steve has his shield on his arm comfortably and Amber, his Espeon, wrapped around his neck, Grace the Lucario at his back, but trying to not startle the girl]

[for_realsies]

Why is everyone acting like they know me?

*She was still freaked out, it was nice to deal with a person though. But he had one of those... things. It looked like an Eevee, but this was still impossible.*

[starspangledavenger]

[She's definitely not like the Imogen he remembers and she seems to lack memory of their time together. He debates a second how to approach this, as Grace holds on the back of his shirt, reminding him to keep his distance

He decided to just go with her being a different person with a similar face and name]

Because I've met someone named Imogen who looked a lot like you. My name is Steve and the Pokemon here won't hurt you. They're just worried.

[for_realsies]

...That's not one of the one hundred and fifty Pokemon. And why are you walking around with Captain America's shield?

And one of those looked at me funny earlier.

*She adjusts her glasses, and all her motions are stiff and very uncomfortable. She's not doing well hiding her fear.*

[starspangledavenger]

[Steve doesn't know the game, so that means very little to him]

There's over 300 of them from what I've read, so... [gives her an unsure look] Which one gave you a funny look?

[he decides not to answer the shield question]