The Saga of RK Act 1.

I awoke an hour or so later, in some sort of hotel, i was willing to guess. The room was posh and cushy, the bed was soft and warm, the room colored a tasteless cream color, a small chair (Or, couch to us) was positioned on the other side of the bed, directly opposite. I got out of the bed and rubbed the tired from my eyes. Where am I? I looked over to the nightstand, which had a note on top of it, signed to me. I opened the note, reading it closely with my tired eyes.

"Dear RK,

Celestia told me about the tests, I'm so sorry! I was so unhappy with leaving you there but I didn't want to wake you up! So, Celestia kindly gave you a royal pass to a hotel. I made sure everything is there. You should also find a map of Canterlot along with 100 bits. We'll come to get you in twelve hours!

~Twilight Sparkle"

I stared at the note, mouth agape. They're treating me like some teenager, saying "We'll come get you in eight hours" Like their my parents! I don't really know why, but this irked me to no end. I decided that if I am going to be stuck here for twelve hours, I might as well enjoy myself. I picked up the pamphlet that they gave to anyone who stayed in these rooms (And I can guarantee that two ponies are staying here, and enjoying their stay a bit too much). "Your Guide to Canterlot!" The pamphlet said with a smiling unicorn and Celestia standing next to the words, with a city-scape in the background. I was already uninterested as I was now convinced that this was a kind of tourist trap. I flipped to the first page. "Meeting Local Dignitaries!" The top of the page screamed, detailing a bunch of random ponies, like a "Fancy Pants", a "Fleur De Lis", and a "Hoity Toity" (All of which sound like soulless dignitaries, but what do I know?). And, oh yes, you could meet them, but you had to have a ridiculous status in the world of business, culture, and/or fashion, and in the first two examples, you had to practically conquer the market to even get a glimpse of them.

I flipped to the next page. "Stores and Boutiques!" I was, again, highly uninterested, but I might as well stop and smell the roses. It detailed all sorts of stores, from top-of-the-line grocers to clothing stores of the high class. They even seemed to make reference to a large district of stores dedicated to musical instruments, everything from a violin to a cello to a sousaphone to even DJ stands. Wait, DJ stands? They had enough problems with DJ stands that they dedicated a whole store to them? Interesting.

I flipped to the next page. "Night Life!" This page was a bit more eye-catching, with all sorts of neon colors and rather "under the influence" looking ponies.

Oh, RK! You gonna be devious? Oh, What would Dashy think?

'First off, he's not going to a brothel or a strip club because that's freaking weird, second, 'Dashy?'

I was getting tired of calling her Dash.

I read some of the descriptions. "Club Canterlot is one of the most exciting places in Canterlot, always popping! But, its secret to fame is not its bar or its catchy name, its their DJ!" I was interested. "Her name's DJ PON-3, and she is the coolest DJ in the city!" I was REALLY interested. "She plays Club Canterlot every other night! And she plays at 11 P.M! I looked at the clock. 10:30. I had enough time!

'Wow, that is... strangely coincidental, and ironic...'

Whatever. A party sounds freaking awesome! It would definitely take the drama of recent times and throw it out the window! We need a bit of time to calm down.

I grabbed the pamphlet and even saw the pass, signed by Celestia herself. I picked that up and made a break for it. I ran down the hall and dropped my key at the front desk and ran out the door. My initial reaction to the city was, "Damn, this is fancy!", with so many high-risers and flashing lights and ,ore ponies dressed in clothing than I could count! Many of the buildings were tall and slender, the roof's painted a kind of gold. The city street was bathed in the beautiful blue light of the moon, all the store windows lit and the side walk a beautifully somber blue. The city seemed perfect for this time, as everything was lit up and beautiful. I began to make my way down town, walking fast. I continued to glance down at the map to make sure I was going the right way. I saw all sorts of buildings and establishments. There were high class restaurants, clothing stores, and not-at-all-subtle adult stores.I was in, I was pretty certain, a kind of Las Vegas. I continued down the road, glancing momentarily at the stores for but a moment. I began to hear a kind of "unce" in the distance, sounding loud and methodical. No real taste, just sound to move to. I then saw the neon sign that shouted "Club Canterlot" in a Tron-like font. The sound was much louder now, and a large line was tunneling out of the club, only one bald pony keeping everyone else out. I walked to the front of the line.

"Sir, what are you doing?" I asked with an annoyed tone.

"The club's too full. Wait your turn." The bald pony demanded.

"Too full? What kind of club are you running? The "Awkward Distance" club?"

"No, the kind of club that is too full. GET IN LINE." The bouncer said, obviously angry.

"Well," I pulled out my pass. "I think Celestia says me," I waved my pass to the ponies behind me. "And all these fine folks get to go in, free of charge." The Bouncer read my letter.

"Hm... it's not forged." He walked aside. "Fine, don't cause any trouble, or that letter will mean nothin'"I and the other ponies walked in. The club was, actually pretty packed. The dance floor was absolutely cramped, and the bar had dozens of happy, laughing, drunken ponies. All... but one.

Aw, jeez, please do NOT approach that one, we literally just got out of one seriously dramatic scenario, lets not nose-dive into another one.

'I dunno, she might have an interesting story.'

She might be piss drunk and passed out.

'Drunk people have no secrets, that's what makes them so interesting.'

I approached the bar. "Whiskey, if you would kindly." I asked the bartender. I looked over to the solemn pony. She looked really out of place, her mane and tail was finely combed and her eyes were the ones of the refined and royal, not low-class and nuts. She leisurely sipped some weird drink of a purple consistency and gazed out at the dance floor, noticing that her gaze was often to the DJ stand. I scooted over. "Hi there." I spoke to the mare as my whiskey was handed to me.

"Sorry, I'm taken." She said suddenly, as though she was used to people constantly hitting on her.

"What? I'm not hitting on you, I just want to talk. You look down, so I wanted to speak to you." I said as I myself sipped the whiskey, feeling it burn my throat. She looked up.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone." She said hurried.

"AND NOW, THE MARE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, SHE'S THE ONE, THE ONLY, DJ PON-3!!!" The announcer screamed over the intercom. The mare to my side was suddenly a bit more alert. Was she waiting for the DJ? Why? The DJ strolled up to the booth, her glasses were purple and her smile was contagious. She had weird, spiky hair that was striped electric blue. She was also a unicorn, I thought that was a bit important.

"Hey HEY, everypony! HOW ARE YOU ALL DOIN' TONIGHT!?" She shouted over the intercom. The crowd screamed and jumped around, even the once quiet mare at my side screamed and threw her hoof in the air in celebration. "Are you ready to ROCK!?" She screamed, then placed a record on the stand. The speakers on the side of the DJ stand began a slow intro that lasted about 5 seconds. "Its the ground breaking Vinylicious!" The DJ shouted. Me and the mare turned around back to the bar.

"You know her?" I asked the mare, quizzically.

"...Yeah... Yeah, I know her." The mare said, almost like she was remembering.

"Really? How?" I asked, a eyebrow raised.

"... Oh, I just know her. Friends, is all." She said, looking away. I finally raised my hand.

"My name's RK. Whats yours?" She looked at my hand, then shook it.

"Octavia. Octavia Melody." She said elegantly.

RK... I am deceit, but I REALLY don't think you shouldn't keep talking.

'Why? He is not expressing love.'

"How do you know about the DJ?" I asked.

"Well, we met here in this club. We got to know each other, and we have been together-" She covered her mouth, her eyes wide. "I... I don't mean we're lesbian, I just-"

"If you're afraid that I'll get angry of the fact that you're seeing someone who's the same sex, don't worry. I wont get mad." I said, taking a sip of the drink and looking at her with a little, reassuring smile. She began to ease up.

"Well, then... yeah, yeah we have been together for about six months now. I come to every one of her performances, and she has done the same." She said, with an adorable little twinkle in her eye. I was charmed by this.

"That's nice. Say, how often do you preform?" I asked in a questioning tone.

"Maybe once a month." Octavia said with a bit of distaste in her schedule. We kept talking until after the performance. DJ PON-3 trotted up to us.

"Sup, Octy? Who's this?" She said with a friendly demeanor.

"Vinyl, this is RK." Octavia introduced us.

"Sup. Name's Vinyl Scratch. Nice to meet ya." She said with a bombastic grin.

"Pleasure to meet you, too." I said with a smile. "Oh, I love your music, by the way ,it is truly epic." I said with all honesty.

"Thanks. Say, I heard about you. Killed that nest of nightmare feeders, right?" Vinyl asked. I nodded, feeling pretty proud of myself. We then talked about all sorts of stuff after that. We went from what Earth was like to what Equestria is like, what our favorite music was (obviously), how they met and where we lived. "Closing time!" The club manager shouted over the intercom. We were surprised by the speed of how fast the night ended. I looked at my watch. HOLY CRAP, 10:30! I'M GONNA BE LATE!

"Hey, guys, it's been great, a really fun experience, but I need to go." I said, collecting up my stuff.

"Oh, really? Shame, bro." Vinyl said, sadly.

"Yeah, but hey, next time you're in Ponyville ,hit me up, okay?" I said as I ran out the door.

"Will do. Goodbye, RK!" Octavia shouted as I left. The day was more hectic, but it was not as beautiful as the night. I sprinted down the road, turning a corner and seeing Twilight in her carriage. I jumped in and settled down for a crazy ride.

"Okay, RK, we need to talk about your contribution to Equestria." Twilight said as I settled down in the carriage. Oh no, this is gonna suck. "Lyra has informed us that human beings are curious creatures and are always looking for questions to answer, so we have agreed to let you use the laboratory in my basement to study. Feel free to experiment anything you wish, so long as it is ethical." I was surprised at how lenient they were, letting me use the laboratory. I already had a few theories running through my head, and I was eager to test them. This was going to get scientific.