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Who: System Crash and mallgoers
What: ~~A ridiculous publicity stunt~~ A concert.
Where: South Vista Mall
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Dumb eighties music? None really.

[It's a busy Saturday evening at the South Vista mall. Besides what appears to be some kind of minor construction project on one of the mezzanines, it's like any other day.

Or it is until all the lights go out. Then, an array of colored lights flare up, accompanied by a voice.]

Heeelllloooo South Vista mall~! We are....

[Then more colored lights, now focused on that construction project. Except, now it's a stage. Band, instruments, and all. People are starting to gather around curiously.]

SYSTEM CRASH!!

[They start playing. Not just one song, but an entire set. Mostly happy or playful songs like What's Goin' On or The Neverending Story. Run with us is pretty popular with the crowd and they close out with The Last Unicorn. The entire time, Trucy is putting the full weight of her two levels of music power into the performance, trying to influence the audience to feel excitement and fun. They are enjoying this, they want to see more. She's asked the rest of the band to try to push those feelings too. She doesn't know how many of them can do this, but it's worth trying.

When it's over, Trucy addresses the audience one last time.]

If you thought that was good, wait'll you see what we have planned for you next.

[And with a wink, she bows. And a flash of multicolored pyrotechnics obscures the stage. When it fades, the band is gone.]

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That...worrying, at best.

[Something about the awkwardness seems off, and she finds herself glancing at Pinkie's hair to make sure it's still curly.]

[...but why? That instinct makes no sense, even if seeing her hair unchanged is a relief.]

[She falls silent, considering Pinkie's words. She's never heard anyone talk about loss of balance as a side effect of the memories - is that what Pinkie's getting at?]

I can't seem to keep my balance - after a memory, that is. Most of the time it's fine, but something about them... [She shakes her head.] I just don't feel right afterwards.

Oh.

[Does she not realize...oh god she doesn't, does she?

Pinkie bites her lip. She'd hoped for Rarity to confirm that she wasn't just...weird, or crazy, or something. Maybe she still can, but it'd feel better if she saw the horse thing too.]

Yeah, that happens to me too. Sometimes I've just gotta lie down for a while until I stop feeling so tall and wobbly. Do you...do your hands feel weird, too?

[It's good to know she's not on her own when it comes to balance, but as for her hands...]

Not as such. I'd be in trouble if that were the case - I play the violin.

[But that's not reassuring to someone looking for help, is it. She does have more to offer - as long as she doesn't tell Pinkie who her source is, it should be alright, shouldn't it?]

I've been told that the...changes reflect who we're supposed to be - or rather, what we're supposed to be. That we're not from here. Given that I remember being friends with a dragon, I'm starting to believe it.

Oh. Yeah, I play the keytar...kinda...

[Pinkie curls her fists beneath her arms. Yeah, let's not talk about the keytar anymore.]

You remember dragons? For real? I don't - [Except she does, doesn't she? They're big and red and they don't like laughing, or sharing. They're scary; she remembers the other ponies putting their hooves around her, her doing the same to them.]

I do! They-

[They're huge and red and not at all interested in charm or manners, and it is a good thing that she has such good friends to help her face them-]

[She blinks and shakes her head, laying her hands on the table to steady herself. At least she's already sitting this time.]

That was not the dragon I was talking about.

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[Pinkie's hands are trembling a little, and she tucks them into the pocket of her hoodie.]

Woah, wait, you saw that too?

If what you saw was a large red dragon, then yes, I believe I did.

Woooooooah...how did we do that?

Oh, okay, let's try it again! [Pinkie shuts her eyes and tries very hard to remember something.]

I don't know-

[She blinks at Pinkie's plan. Oh, Pinkie.]

-But I'm not certain it works like that. Though if we keep talking, we might come up with something else...

Oh! Okay!

[...............usually she's better at this.]

Uh, so, you're new at Virgo, right?

In a matter of speaking - I've been there for nearly two months now. It's been...eventful.

[That's one way of putting it, at least. She pauses, then steers the conversation closer to what she wants to know.]

What else do you remember?

Um...I remember that I used to do a lot of baking! And I've gotten better at it again, but I don't remember all my recipes. And I used to sing sometimes too! But I don't think I ever really did it like this.

[She doesn't remember being on stage, or ever even really wanting to. She probably would've if she could...but only for fun, like a talent show or karaoke night. Not like the kind of dream that she thought brought her to Pride.]