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[storm_warning]

[The Ororo that sits in her chair as the console comes online is not happy. She is soaking wet and wrapped in a towel that says she's fresh from the shower. The air about her has dropped numerous degrees by the way her breath frosts and the fact that the wet mop of hair half plastered over her face is starting to frost at the tips.]

They were cute. Cuddly. I could like the cuddly Furby angle. But this?

[She thrusts out her hand, in which she has fisted a lot of wet tribble fur.]

No. That's too far. They clogged my shower. This means war.

[With an irritated noise, she throws the sopping wet handful of tribble fur on the console surface, then points at the screen.]

This is officially crisis-level important. What're we doing about it? Because I'm about to make it look like Christmas out there and I could use a hand.

[With a disgusted noise aimed at the fur, she turns off the console. Replies'll come as she gets ready.]

[ooc; there's an action thread inside if you want to give Ororo a hand with her temper tantrum against the tribbles.]

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[storm_warning]

[Ororo's irritation does not necessarily evaporate when she sees the teleporting-of-tribbles, but the awesome comment coming from, well, a walking rendition of every girl's hopes and dreams? It serves to take an edge off.]

This? Yeah, it's a thing I do. [She crosses her arms and heaves a sigh of frustration.] I'll be doing worse in a bit.

[A beat, then she makes a brief gesture in the direction of where the teleported tribbles had been pre-teleporting.]

That blue thing you did -- what did it do to them?

[raisethemoon]

I teleported them away. [She glances about for any listening kedan.] Possibly to the Emperor's castle.

[What? As little acts of petty revenge go, that is absolutely nothing.]

[storm_warning]

[That breaks her bad mood another degree and earns a quick, wry smile.]

Nice. Let her deal with it. Maybe she'll get fed up, send them off, and send us back with them.

[Wishful thinking, she knows.]

[raisethemoon]

[Luna also doubts this will happen]

She may count herself lucky I do not send worse.

[storm_warning]

Could you? Send worse and all?

[Just askin' for curiousity's sake, honest.]

[raisethemoon]

Certainly! 'Tis easier to teleport nonliving things at any rate, even if it is a rather dishonorable tactic. [Not that she won't do it anyway, if she sees a need.]

[storm_warning]

That's a handy trick.

[Mild appreciation? Mild appreciation. With Ororo, that's a big deal.]

What about zapping away the whole tribble problem and not just a handful of fuzz?

[raisethemoon]

Teleporting something without being able to see it is quite dangerous. I can often manage to retrieve personal possessions, if I know precisely where I left them, but I should not like to try it with living creatures. Much less in an unfamiliar city.

But surely the local authorities are working to solve the problem?

[storm_warning]

Where I come from, the authorities are the last people I trust to get things done right.

[Ororo shakes her head and, well, she doesn't have sleeves to roll up, so she puts her hands on her hips instead.]

Too bad. Guess that means I'll be pulling a Hoover to clean up these fuzzballs. [She has no compunction about sucking them all up in a tornado and dumping them to hungry sharks, sry2say.]

[raisethemoon]

Where I come from, if the local mayor did not handle the matter, we would send someone from Canterlot. My sister dealt with the last major Parasprite infestation personally - they are creatures rather like these, except with wings.

[This should be interesting. She flaps her wings and gathers a little cloud together, settling on it.]

[storm_warning]

Then it sounds like the Man actually gives a damn about the people. Er, ponies. Whatever. They actually care about things.

[Caring government? Weird world. EH.

Ororo's about to whip up some wind when--]

You just lay down on a cloud.

[Equal parts incredulous and... incredulous, really.]

[raisethemoon]

[She looks down reflexively at the cloud.]

Oh. Yes. 'Tis a passive magical ability of all pegasi, and most other winged species excepting dragons.

Who is the Man?

[storm_warning]

That... [She thinks about how to phrase that for a second and just...] Okay, that's pretty cool too.

[Ororo mimics here, only hers is without cloud. The air currents shift about her, holding and raising her up a few inches at a time.]

The Man? Y'know-- Okay, you don't know, but it's the big guy in charge. It's what we call the whole government deal.

[raisethemoon]

But...you have a government, yes? What else would they do but take care of their country?

[storm_warning]

[That sparks a somewhat bitter, sarcastic laugh.]

A whole heck of a lot. Maybe it's all sunshine where you're from, but I've seen the Man do twisted things.

[raisethemoon]

Then why, pray tell, are they still there at all? Those who do not serve their people have no place governing.

[storm_warning]

Beats me. [Said with a shrug.] They get voted in somehow, so they get to keep playing god.

[raisethemoon]

...voted? Your entire nation is a democracy?

[storm_warning]

Uh, yeah? [Blink, blink. That's kind of... normal to her?] You... don't?

[I mean, not that ponies can't vote, but.... can they?]

[raisethemoon]

On the local level, certainly, but not nationally. We should hardly ever get anything done ere we needed a new leader.

[She's not talking about potential terms of office. She's talking about lifespans.]

Most nations on our world are ruled by a monarch. Equestria is the only diarchy. [Though really, it was pretty much a monarchy for the last thousand years. Luna ignores that.]

[storm_warning]

Diarchy? Like, two kings?

[That's some weird stuff going on there. Ororo is somewhat suprised by the comment, but recovers.]

Man, we ditched the whole royal angle like two centuries ago. That still works for you?

[raisethemoon]

Neigh, two princesses. Myself and my sister.

[Awkward. She thought she'd made that clear.]

[storm_warning]

And it's all a 'divine right to rule' kind of deal?

[You had, Luna. It's just that Ororo didn't quite put those notes together, what with the whole TALKING PONY deal she had to adjust to first.]

[raisethemoon]

Not...no.

[It's a bit of a long history. Equestria has passed through many rulers in its time. Well, simplify it.]

Equestria was conquered by a cruel tyrant, Discord, some centuries before our birth. We challenged and overthrew him.

[storm_warning]

And then took up the reins just because?

[Pun intended.

Ororo's curious, she admits; this conversation has devolved from ANGRY ABOUT TRIBBLES to a strange level of history combined with philosophy.

What's got her attention at the moment is the idea that someone'd overthrow a tyrant and not do the whole democratic thing -- since that's kind of what America says it did.]

Why not give the power to the people-- er, the ponies?