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Hmmm, that thought did occur to me. It could very well be a two-parter finale to Season 3 instead of an actual straight-to-DVD movie.

The best luck to the two of you!!!

I've always been a sucker for John William's early soundtracks, especially the ones for the Star Wars Original Trilogy and Indiana Jones films. I honestly wouldn't know where to start, so here's a good track as any: http://youtu.be/wgXiEnkAquY That part after 1:10 always gets to me.

Eh, a movie can't be that bad of an ill-omen for the future of the series. South Park got its movie way back in the third season, and it's been chugging along just fine ever since then.

[colour=#008080]~Geez, these foals undoubtedly are easy to amuse. I’d bet they laugh just from hearing somepony burp~[/colour] Ingrid Marie’s eyes rolled as the class snickered at a filly’s earsplitting sneeze. Noting that the offending sneeze came from the filly with the questionably-intense stare, the instructor decided that she might as well call on her first. Not noticing that Misty Magic didn’t call for a janitor like she had requested, Ingrid proceeded to calm down her class; [colour=#008080]“Now now, settle down everypony.”[/colour] Once the classroom quieted again, Ingrid looked at the filly with the red mane and gave her a smoothing smile; [colour=#008080]“Perhaps you’d like to be the first volunteer to tell me your name?”[/colour]

If your place serves grape juice, then I'll probably have my OC show up.

The young doctor nervously brushed his mane as Prof. Smirk failed to recall Spin Tale’s name. Dr. Tale mentally chastised himself for assuming that the professor would remember him; the former student never bothered socializing with the eccentric instructor outside of lectures and office hours. Ashen Smirk may have been an interesting mentor, but he was not the sort of pony Spin (and many ponies, for that matter) usually socialized with. And obviously, the professor taught many other students during his tenure besides Spin. Dr. Tale’s eyebrow rose upon hearing of Prof. Smirk moving to Stalliongrad; with Smirk gone from Canterlot University, perhaps the history department finally had an opening available for a new professor! Spin Tale made a note to himself to make further inquiries tomorrow; not that being President and Curator-in-Chief of the Canterlot Army Historical Society was unrewarding however. A professorship though was something the young stallion spent the last few years yearning for. Meanwhile, Spin Tale felt something was a bit off about Prof. Smirk today. Just now, he tried cracking a joke which was very unlike the professor he knew. For that matter, Smirk didn’t make any effort to show displeasure over Dr. Tale’s attempt at small talk; Spin remembered the previous (and until today, the only) time he tried doing so with Smirk… it didn’t end well. Finally, Spin noted how the professor kept on yapping for a long time without trying to incite an argument. Something truly was up with Ashen Smirk; frankly, the curator didn’t want to know about it. Dr. Tale was just glad he wouldn’t have to bore himself to death waiting in a line. At last, Prof. Smirk inquired about how Spin Tale was holding up… if Spin’s memory served him well, that was another thing Smirk never did back in the old days. Dr. Tale readily obliged; “Ah, Dr. Spin Tale here has been doing good for himself.” Spin figured he ought to tell the professor his name before going on. “My parents retired a couple years ago, so I now run the Canterlot Army Historical Society. I’ve spent much time relocating our stuff to a spot that can actually hold a modest-sized museum, exhibits and all. Everything’s been… heh heh… chaotic, but all things considered, the Society’s doing great!” Dr. Tale had no desire to let Prof. Smirk know about his career setbacks and financial difficulties; those were Spin’s problems for him to deal with alone, and he didn’t want to end up in the debt of anypony else. “So Professor,” Spin Tale mockingly asked; “How do you plan on getting around in Aquellia? You do realize that the only way of travelling anywhere in Griffon cities is by flying, right?” Griffons were not known for making their buildings accessible to non-fliers, prompting Dr. Tale to amuse himself with the mental imagery of Prof. Smirk vainly struggling his way upwards into a Talonpolis archive, airborne Griffons laughing at him as he kept on trying.

Maybe it's going to be something like an episode guide, perhaps?

According to the Hub's FB page, Season 3 will be officially announced 30 days from now. I guess we won't be seeing any new episodes until November, probably.....

As the class quieted down, Ingrid Marie made a quick overlook of her class. Most of her young unicorn students today didn’t look anything out of the ordinary. However, she felt something was off with the white-coated filly with the red mane. Judging by the filly’s intent, Ingrid surmised that she either deemed herself already proficient in magic or else she was just a run-of-the-mill troublemaker. Both possibilities meant that the instructor needed to keep an extra eye on her, but in the former case, at least Ingrid could tutor her in private later should the filly be receptive to it. Bringing her attention back to Misty Magic, Instructor Marie listened how the assistant offered to lend her hoof. “Alright,” Ingrid stated matter-of-factly; “I’ll need you to call a janitor over here so they can clean up the puddle on the floor.” If no volunteer janitors were available, Ingrid dreaded requiring Misty to clean up the mess herself. “Now then, I’ve got a class to teach.” Gently trotting around the puddle, Ingrid made it to the front and center of Room 12. “Hello, my little ponies,” Instructor Marie warmly addressed to her pupils; “My name is Ingrid Marie, and I’m your new magic teacher.” For the next portion of her introductory lecture, Ingrid’s voice shifted to produce a more authoritative tone as her students needed to take her next words seriously. “Now before we begin, I would like to use this time to remind you that practicing magic… will not be easy. Anypony is bound to make mistakes when attempting a spell for the first time. I ask then to mind your classmates’ feelings and not make fun of them if they perform a spell wrong. Instead, give your friends the encouragement they need, and they’ll help you out too if you have trouble with a spell.” Ingrid didn’t like having to lay down the law, but going by the class’s reaction to Misty’s antics, the instructor felt it necessary to get that part out of way. Summoning a grin, Ingrid continued on with her plan for today; “Mmkay then, who would like to be the first student to introduce themselves?”

Wow, the trailer looks quite awesome! I'm very excited now to see it on opening day.

In hardly any time at all, Dr. Spin Tale got his cherry fudge and trotted off to the side of the shop to nibble at it (but not before thanking the mare at the counter). The fudge definitely met the curator’s standards; it may not have been the best in the world, but it tasted good regardless. However, Princess Cadenza used this moment to take her leave; Dr. Tale was disappointed that she couldn’t stay any longer, but he didn’t show it as he gave her a courteous farewell nod. Come to think of it… shouldn’t he be on his way, too? The Canterlot Army Historical Society wasn’t going to run itself, after all. However, the museum could also use a high-profile patron or two to help fund the Society. If the gods smiled upon Spin Tale, Duke Polaris’s current conversation will finish up by the time Dr. Tale finished his two scoops of cherry fudge. If not… tomorrow would always be another day. There was no chance the curator would bother with Blueblood though, given his snobbish reputation.

That's actually Tabitha St. Germain's voice in that animation, in case anyone's wondering.

“Waaaaaaiting…….. I’m still waaaiting….” Quietly humming to himself, nothing could cure Dr. Spin Tale’s boredom. While he did glimpse near the front of the line a tall pony looking like Princess Luna herself, Dr. Tale knew it was foolish to bother trying to introduce himself to her. No; it would mean he would have to give up his spot in this wretched line and then go back to the end. Spin had to suck this up, just for today. Still, the curator wished he brought one of his old buddies from university with him today, if only so they could share in his misery. Heck, the stallion even preferred reading the latest conspiracy drivel from that feather-brained Mocking Word than standing around in this Celestia-forsaken queue. Given Spin Tale’s sheer hatred of Mocking Word’s crazed theories, this was saying a lot. Hearing hoofsteps behind him, Spin Tale briefly glanced behind him out of curiosity to see who the next unfortunate soul to enter the line was. To Dr. Tale’s great surprise it was Professor Ashen Smirk in the flesh, right here outside of Ponyville! Nopony who took a class or two under Prof. Smirk forgot about him. For those students like Spin Tale who succeeded in avoiding the wrath of the professor’s fiery lectures, his one-on-one sessions proved to be rather unsettling and contentious at times. Spin wasn’t sure if he should have counted himself lucky or not for having been one of Prof. Smirk’s verbal sparring partners, but for what it was worth, such debates opened Spin’s intellect to theories and possibilities he never would have taken seriously otherwise. In that sense, Ashen Smirk was a darned fine teacher, and Spin Tale’s experiences with the professor made for many excellent stories to tell. Back in the present, Spin Tale swiftly turned around upon recognizing the blueish-grey earth pony that used to be his professor. “Professor Smirk!” joyfully shouted the young stallion; “Finally, somepony to share my wretchedness with!” Laughing at his own sarcasm for a second, Dr. Tale then eagerly began to ask the professor questions; “How have your classes gone since I’ve graduated from CU? What are you doing way out here in Ponyville, anyway?” If the young doctor was lucky, Ashen Smirk might eventually get riled up for another debate... which was as good a way as any to banish the monotomy of wasting away in a line.

Ingrid Marie almost made it to the table stacked with wrapped presents when a magenta mare named Cheerilee came by to greet her. The unicorn didn’t know who this earth pony was, but judging by the specific question Cheerilee asked, Ingrid guessed that she was a friend of the family herself. Giving a cheeky smile back, Ingrid responded; “Uhh…. not exactly. I’m actually a distant aunt of our birthday filly here!” Ingrid chuckled for a couple seconds before offering her hoof for Cheerilee to shake; “I’m Ingrid Marie; it’s a pleasure to meet you. So Cheerliee, are you a family friend yourself?” This Cheerilee seems quite friendly enough, thought Ingrid. Hopefully, Ingrid being an Apple unicorn won’t blow Cheerilee's mind like it did for a couple of the other townsponies…

I also heard that they managed to reopen registration a week ago or so. I'm not sure if tickets are still available now, though.

Pffft, Dr. Robotnik is way cooler than Sonic. Anyway, enjoy your stay here.

And here's another Twi fan greeting ya'! Just curious, but what is Everypony all about anyway? I only know of a limited number of MLP forums, and Canterlot is the only one I post at.

Ingrid Marie beamed as she saw Piccafilly trot to greet her. The guidance counselor fondly remembered the former student of Princess Celestia’s School; one of the top-ranked members of her class, as a matter of fact. Counselor Marie recalled how after Piccafilly earned her cutie mark, the student came to her puzzled as to what exactly her mark represented. After hearing Piccafilly’s tale of how a mule couple found her lost in the Everfree Forest, the counselor suggested to Piccafilly that her heart assuredly wanted to follow the mules’ generous example. Giving the student some food for thought regarding future career options, Counselor Marie told Piccafilly of the rising number of foals in Equestria becoming orphans, thinking that the student would be suited to work at an orphanage or other charity after her graduation. At least, that was how Ingrid remembered things..... Seeing the orphanage and its caretaker before her today, Ingrid took delight in the fact that Piccafilly listened to her heart. Taking the caretaker’s hoof into her own for a firm hoofshake, Ingrid greeted her back; “Good morning to you too, Piccafilly! I say, you do have a lovely establishment here.” Ingrid blushed as Piccafilly referred to the older mare as her favorite teacher; as a guidance counselor, she didn’t consider herself a teacher. Well, except when she substituted for a sick instructor or when giving private tutoring sessions for students; admittedly, she still did a lot of tutoring. Regardless of what she regarded herself as, having a huge positive impact on the lives of her students is why Ingrid wished she’d never have to quit her job as guidance counselor, even long after her bottles of Just for Mares no longer let her disguise her slowly-graying mane. Ingrid Marie’s mind drew a blank when the orphanage caretaker mentioned who her assistant was; “Sorry, I don’t know Misty Magic. I’m sure however that she’ll be a good assistant. Once again, I must thank you for letting me teach magic to the unicorns here!” Giving Piccafilly one final smile, Counselor Instructor Marie made her way over to Room 12; thanks to the open door, Ingrid could easily hear the rancorous laughter coming from the classroom. Curious, the instructor walked in only to see a most humiliating sight; a yellow unicorn mare, standing right in front of the doorway, was being drenched by a magic rain cloud. Perhaps Ingrid was a bit too hasty with her initial optimism; now that the instructor had a good look at Misty Magic, the assistant reminded Ms. Marie of one blankflank years ago who failed her entrance examination by accidently conjuring duplicate dragon eggs. Shaking her head, Instructor Marie couldn’t dwell on the past any further for the time being; she had a classroom to restore order to! Glaring at Misty Magic all the while, Ingrid warmed up her horn to prepare a simple cloud dissipation spell. A couple of seconds later, she sent a tiny blue-colored blast of magic at the cloud, making it vanish and causing the rainstorm to stop. There was nothing Ingrid could do about the wet floor at the present moment; she’d have to send for a janitor. Refocusing her thoughts towards her lesson plan for today, Ingrid hoped that her magic demonstration would be enough to silence the heavily-amused schoolfoals in the room.

Hello there; welcome to Canterlot! Is there a Mane 6 pony that you happen to prefer over the others, or do you like a secondary character better?

A few days ago, Dr. Spin Tale experienced a revelation while hosting a Canterlot Army Historical Society Q&A event at his museum. One of the attendees asked the panel, featuring retired veterans of the Royal Equestrian Army, about their opinion on current veteran’s benefits provided by the government. One of the former soldiers joked that all the serviceponies really wished for was just one holiday honoring them. Everyone there had a good laugh but as the Q&A concluded, Dr. Tale couldn’t stop dwelling that holiday comment. Of all the various things commemorated by Equestrian holidays every year, the mares and stallions of Her Majesty’s Defense Forces were not one of them… the Griffons meanwhile had at least two holidays honoring their soldiers! Equestria may not have faced a war in at least a hundred years, but that didn’t mean that serving in the army was not without risk and sacrifice. Thus, when Spin Tale heard news that the Royal Princesses were soliciting letters from their subjects, the curator decided that it would be worth it to at least ask Celestia about the matter. In his cramped office a floor above the museum's public exhibits, Dr. Tale took a piece of paper and began writing with his quill … Spin Tale chuckled as he finished writing his correspondence. If he were actually sane like any other pony, he would have instead begged the princess to have most of his debts forgiven. That probably would have been an improper thing to ask of Celestia though; plus, Dr. Tale prefered not being in somepony’s debt anyway. Satisfied with his letter, the curator had it mailed the next morning… along with his latest student loan payments.

Howdy there! Do you have any favorite fanfic authors, stories, or genres? Because I like reading fanfic too on occasion.

During her last (and first) visit to Ponyville, Counselor Ingrid Marie heard that a new orphanage in town was seeking professionally-skilled volunteers who could help out… even teachers of magic for the unicorn orphans. It had been a long time since Ingrid actually instructed students in a classroom setting; not since her Neighton Prep days. As far as Ingrid knew though, nopony qualified to teach magic lived in the immediate Ponyville area, while the most skilled local sorceress hasn’t even finished her magical studies yet. Ingrid may not have taught any classes recently, but she still tutors unicorns in their magical studies when they need help, and she has the instructing experience that most unicorns wouldn’t have had! Resolved to both give the unicorn orphans the magic education they needed and to give herself a reason to travel to Ponyville more often, Counselor Marie managed to convince the administration of Princess Celestia’s School of Gifted Unicorns to give her a few workdays each week to help out the orphanage, should she opt to continue volunteering there. And so Ingrid found herself one morning cantering over to the Equestria Orphanage, eagerly wondering who her new magic students would be…

Character: Ingrid Marie "Acceptance Post": At first, it began innocently enough for Counselor Ingrid Marie. Some jerk pony sent her junk mail advertising a silly game claiming to have no rules and how it’s the best ever. Ingrid knew where to promptly send that letter; to the trash can. The next time the exact same letter came, it was not so amusing. This time, the letter came with several pictures of her walking outside of Ponyville and Ingrid’s parents working on their apple orchard outside of Canterlot. Her mom and dad looked older than she remembered, and the photographer looked like he or she was hiding someplace when taking all the shots. Alarmed, Ingrid sought the help of the Canterlot guards to help track down her stalker. Their investigation suggested that it was the work of a prankster colt that flunked out of Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Satisfied that the stalker was apparently apprehended and punished, Counselor Marie tried to forget about the letter… that is, until a third invitation appeared on her office doorstep at the School. Now, the letter, along with a picture of a lavender unicorn mare, was pinned onto a potted lime cactus. Ingrid did not like at all what this meant; not only did the mystery writer knew of her… unease around cacti, but they knew full well that the guidance counselor witnessed the moment where the prodigy Twilight Sparkle lost control of her magic and accidently turned some ponies into plants. Who knows what else this fiend has discovered about Ingrid? No longer assured that anypony can help her, Ingrid Marie poured over the letter late at night in her office even when the School was supposed to be deserted. She looked over every word to see what this “great game” was all about. The counselor didn’t ascertain much, other than that she’d be working in a team possibly performing questionable or even illegal activity. Ingrid wanted no part in this supposed game… but she felt the sinking feeling that she wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter. Glaring at the letter with a stare than could petrify a cockatrice, Counselor Marie resolved to give Tartarus to whoever this mastermind was when the time came to meet them… Stupid Joke: Question: What do you get when you combine Celestia and Luna? Answer: TWILIGHT!

1. Good call with the Orb; I was considering giving it that sort of power too, but I decided against it when I wrote up that first brief. 2. I think it's about due time that Merlot gets 'acquainted' with at least one of our adventurer ponies, don't you think? (*cough* prologue idea *cough*)