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// Interruption - Princess V Boredom 
// Story: My Little Rider: Friendship is Joker 
// by lilAngel 
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Dear Princess Celestia,
I enclose my report on our recent conflict with the dopant we have recently been facing. I believe in this case that our team may have functioned inefficiently as a result of the misunderstanding of which you are already aware. I believe we are now gaining a better knowledge of each other, and of our abilities. I hope that when the date of the Gala arrives, I will have an opportunity also to learn a little more about our enemies, and the origins and nature of the Gaia Memories.

Gaia Memory: Velociraptor (destroyed; I have yet to determine whether this name refers to a real creature from some exotic land, or possibly a mythological creation. I will continue researching this)

Harmony Techniques Used: GenerousJoker – Maximum Magical Makeover Drive (Thankfully, at least one of our combined forms has not been given a frivolous name composed as a portmanteau of our real names. However, we have chosen to use “GenerousJoker” rather than “GenerosityJoker” as I believe this will make  it easier for future epic poets and bards to sing of our exploits. I feel that using the full names of our memories would stress any regular meter to breaking point. The name of the technique, however, I am less sure of.)

Memory User: A pegasus fashion designer, Speedy Thief. She considered use of the memories fully justified by society’s failure to recognise her true talents. She is extremely competitive, and continued to see other designers as enemies or rivals. As a dopant she destroyed the work of those she saw as her closest rivals, who she had beaten to receive a prestigious award, but who had proved more successful in the real world. She purchased two Gaia Memories from a supplier she refuses to identify. Before becoming a dopant herself, she gave one to her lover, Sunlit Plain, and encouraged him to attack the premises of their mutual former employer, a company known as Windscale. She has admitted that she abducted him following his defeat, in order to preserve her secret, and now says she wishes to bargain for knowledge of his location. I have told her that she will be collected by royal guards in order to present her case to you, as only you have the right to decide the sentence of a criminal.

I hope that I have done the right thing in this case. Although the memory was destroyed, Speedy still seems to harbour just as many dark thoughts, and it seems clear that she orchestrated acts of arson while still in control of her actions. Therefore I see no reason she should not be treated as any…



As Twilight composed her report, Spike sat back sipping on his drink. He knew he would be needed soon enough to send the letter, but he found that life was a lot more relaxing when he wasn’t also required to take dictation. The other ponies had left by now, saying that the clanking clatter from Twilight’s latest discovery was the most annoying sound ever to fill the library, but Spike felt like the typewriter’s eccentric rhythm had a music all of its own. Princess Celestia had commented in her latest letter that she found it intriguing that she could no longer tell at a glance whether a letter from Twilight Sparkle demanded immediate attention.

Spike had noticed it too. Sometimes Twilight would dictate a letter and ask him to write it down, while at others she used her magic to hold the quill or even wrote by hoof. It seemed to depend on the urgency of her current thoughts, and how much planning she had given the day. Presumably, the Princess had learned to interpret the different writing styles with much more finesse than Spike himself had gathered. And now, the Princess was in the dark again, as Twilight took to using an archaic contraption she had found in the basement to compose her missives.

Of course, Spike had known that it was not his place to read out that part of the Royal letter. He glanced up now at the space beside Twilight’s bed, where they were all neatly filed. She took such great care to ensure the letters were safely stored, but Spike was pretty sure she had never retrieved one again to check that the words he had read out to her were actually the entirety of the message. Sometimes they weren’t, and it was his little secret, though he got the impression that the Princess sometimes knew just what he was going to skip over when reading out a message.

This time, for example, he had neglected to mention that the Grand Galloping Gala was suffering from a lack of staff in the administration office, and that further tickets should be expected later in the week. Maybe it had been cruel of him, but the arguments between Twilight and her new friends had been just as entertaining as he had expected. But the Princess’s second letter had made it abundantly clear that she had expected him to do this without ever explicitly saying so.

Spike liked the typewriter, it gave him more chance to rest. It was extremely relaxing, listening to a mechanical sound that could also be distant drumming. And resting and relaxing were among a baby dragon’s favourite things to do.