*Even a little is enough to get you buzzed, although would probably limit the awesome coughing up of blood.* Good, huh?

*Nightmare Moon feels a mild tingling sensation behind her eyes. The little bit wasn’t enough to affect her much.*

It feels… interesting. It tastes terrible, however. Is that a hint of manure We taste?

We’ve made this the Lunar Empire’s temporary national anthem while on war footing.

((ooc: March of Cambreadth by Heather Alexander.))

What is your favorite music or favorite band?

We enjoy many forms of music. It depends on Our mood.

We’ve posted a few of Our favourite songs here before, but We suppose We could post a few more.

*nods, and passes her the highly addictive, and harmful drug known as Dash. It's in a red inhaler.* It makes yuh feel AWESOME!

*Nightmare Moon cautiously sprays a little onto a tissue, stuffs the tissue into a bottle, then sends it down to her labs. Then, so as not to offend the obviously very high Avenger, she sprays a little into her mouth.*

OOC: I accidentally most of my inbox, you guys…

If you sent me a message and I haven’t replied yet, please resend it. Thanks…

Note this only affects messages for ask-nightmaremoon. My other characters weren’t affected.

Dash? It contains PURE AWESOME! *Has no idea what it contains.*

Could We, perhaps, try some?

One day you should have your chefs prepare Ambrosia also nicknamed "The food od the gods"

Do you mean that thing Zeus is always raving about, or that marshmallow dish?

If you meant the latter, We’ve had it. We didn’t like it. We’re not fond of coconut.

*she gives a nervous laugh, then the Caravan starts glowing* W-what? *it shifts back around, the drop down shop part vanishing and turning back to storage* My wares! *jumps out of the bed and squeezes past Nightmare, under her her mane and tail in Arcel's old braided style, she opens up one of the new cupboards, sighs in relief upon seeing boxes full of enchanted gems* Thank Goodness the Spell didn't destroy my IPG's when it en- *freezes again, she just blew it*

Your wares? Surely you meant Arcel’s wares… Unless…

*Nightmare Moon takes a very close look at her.*

…Arcel?

*If there's one thing Avenger can't refuse, it's magic disembodied thoughts! She AWESOMELY dances the pony pokey, rather awesoely and sloppily smashing into things due to her awesome lack of vision. She can no longer form comprehendable words, the dash in her system, so instead awesomely mumbles the lines to the song.*

*Nightmare Moon flips a switch on the controller, and the lights and sounds stop.*

Excellent! It works!

You simply must tell Us what is in that… whatever it was you took. Dash, We think you called it.

OOC: While I sleep, answer me this:

Anybody else here think the movie ‘The Last Unicorn’ is really, really disturbing?