//------------------------------// // Twilight Inside // Story: I Am Twilight Sparkle // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// The sleeping arrangements for four ponies were such that smaller beds were brought in for each of us -- special arrangements had to be made to allow for four kid-sized beds in a hotel suite. Food was another matter -- a veterinarian had been called upon to perform physical check-ups on us, and though we were all in good health, a different diet had been prescribed for us -- one which required us to consume a certain amount of fiber to maintain proper digestive health. The fiber would come in many different forms, but recommended for ponies was hay, and lots of it. I wasn't too keen on eating hay, but after first tasting it, I was amazed that my changed taste buds reacted positively to it. The others were quite hesitant, except for Rarity and Trixie, who welcomed the substance. Our other requests for food were generally honored, though once everypony got used to eating hay, it became a regular staple of our diet. Jacob had the worst time trying to be cajoled into eating hay, but once he started eating it, he found the taste somewhat agreeable. To pass the time, we had access to various devices to keep our minds occupied, though Jacob had a hard time trying to manipulate a keyboard. A special version had to be made for him, though Trixie, Rarity, and I could use our telekinesis to type on a regular keyboard. I had to show Trixie and Rarity how to form hands using their telekinetic auras, but once they got it down, they were able to type fairly quickly. They continued to be in awe of my typing skill, since I had quite a lot of practice using the qwerty keyboard, and was able to touch type. Using my telekinesis made my typing even faster as my aura was an extension of my mind and the response was virtually instantaneous. I took to updating my facebook status and searching for Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack. One of the other problems with trying to sleep was that each of us seemed to have a different circadian rhythm, so if any of us tried to sleep, usually there was somepony else awake. It was truly a rare occurrence for all of us to retire for the night at the same time, but after a few nights of trying to persuade everypony else to go to sleep at the same time, I was finally able to convince the others that it would be in our best interests to synchronize our internal clocks so we could work together -- we were going to have to be able to do so in order to defeat Discord. On the day named after John Tyler, yet another pony was brought to our fold -- this time, it was Brooke Taylor, who had been transformed into Rainbow Dash. We welcomed her to our little group and yet another bed was procured. We all introduced ourselves, those of us who were sharing their bodies with their respective ponies stated both their names. Trixie asked me if I was sharing Twilight's body with her and I answered in the affirmative. "Michael, darling, you have Twilight in there with you? May I speak with her?" Rarity asked. I relinquished control of Twilight's body to her so she could speak to her friend. It felt very strange to find myself standing in what appeared to be a library, filled with bookshelves crammed to overflowing, the shelves reaching very high in the room. I wandered the aisles, trying to make sense of the books. I could not read the writing on the spines or the covers and when I took one off the shelf and opened it, I could not read what had been printed in it. I returned it to its location and asked aloud, "How am I supposed to read these books if I don't know the language they're printed in?" "Give me a moment, Michael. I am having a conversation with Rarity and I shall return shortly," Twilight told me. "Twilight, I am so happy to meet up with you again! Michael told me you weren't in there, but I guess he wasn't being completely honest," the white mare stated. "Well, his mind is quite fascinating, Rarity. If you were to see everything that's in there -- the music! His literature! There's so much! I can't wait to return to it," she said and smiled. "I wish I could say the same about MY human, darling -- he is fascinated with movies and tv shows with excessive amounts of violence. I can barely stand him, he seems like such a ruffian!" "Well, Michael has some of that, and I try to stay away from it and -- what are you doing?" Twilight asked me, interrupting her conversation. "I've hooked up my video game system -- I got bored, so I needed something to do," I stated. "The least you could do is respect my mind -- there are so many books, why not read?" "I tried to, Twi, but your library is printed in a language I can't understand," I replied. "Rarity, excuse me a moment, please. Michael, I am going to cast a language spell on you so you can peruse my library. The video game you've shown me is interesting, but it's a waste of time." "How much longer am I going to have to wait until you allow me to regain control of your body?" I asked impatiently. "I'll let you know, Michael. Just be patient, please." "What did you think of the performance Trixie and I put on for the audience yesterday?" I asked, grinning. "You're quite competent with my magic, Michael -- I should teach you some of the more advanced spells I know. Even so, the two of you really impressed the audience -- that seems to please the company executives. Did they say they found Applejack as well?" "That's what I heard, though my facebook searches have come up empty on that count. I don't know about Fluttershy, the execs have been pretty tight-lipped lately," I mused. I saw Rarity purse her lips in thought at this. "Michael, darling, what are we supposed to do once we have all the Elements assembled?" "Hmm. Then it will be a matter of tracking down Discord, but there's the other matter of getting our actual Elements, and I don't know where those are -- unless they are being crafted. I may have to ask one of the execs about that, or perhaps Princess Celestia might return again with those artifacts," I explained. "That's what I like about you, Michael -- you have a good grasp of the situation," said Twilight. "Oh look, Twilight's talking to herself!" Jacob grinned -- or was it Pinkie Pie? "Jacob, how much of Pinkie is in there with you?" I asked. "Enough to make things interesting," he responded. "Trixie thinks Sparkle talks too much," she stated. "Trixie, Michael's in there as well," said Gwen. "Trixie does not know this ... Michael." "He was the one controlling my body when you two were having your magic duel the past few days," said Twilight. "Trixie thought she was competing against Sparkle -- you mean you let your human compete against MOI?" she asked, almost in outrage. "Is that why you took it easy on Trixie?" "Trixie, my concern is for the public's safety. You may see fit to use your strongest magics, but when it endangers our audience, it scares them away. You will need to set aside your desire for revenge -- we have to work together. Can we at least try to get along with each other? Is that too much to ask?" I asked the show-mare. "Trixie did not mean to scare away her audience," she replied flatly. "They pay us to perform for them, you know," I stated. "So we have to tone it down some -- it's okay to impress them, but scaring them because you want revenge against Twilight is a bad idea." "Michael's explanation makes sense, Trixie," Twilight added. "Trixie is not happy about this, but will accept it." "Trixie, have you taught Gwen how to use magic yet?" I asked. "Trixie thinks Gwen is too weak to be Trixie," she stated flatly. "You're keeping me locked up in here, Trixie!" Gwen shouted. "Let me take control of you again! I'll show you --" "You'll show Trixie nothing she doesn't already know, Gwen," she grumbled. "Trixie will let you know when you may take control of her again."