The Project Director looked at the banks of monitors as nine Observers watched either a particular pony or the entire group. On screen, each pony was marked by age, gender, breed, and their test number, along with vital signs. Looks like things were off to a smooth start, "Every time, they all react the same, I find that quite an interesting result, don't you think?" the Project Director asked his Observers.
"Very interesting sir, shows how average ponies have similar physiology under unusual circumstances." One replied, "However, if this group react like the others, the friendliness and confusion that we see now will fade quickly to hostility. If this group follows that trend, I believe we could call that conclusion confirmed."
The Project Director nodded, "Good, keep an eye on them. Remember, you guys' shift ends in five hours, then it's the employee party! Feel sorry for the poor fellows stuck with watching these ponies during it..."
"Agreed sir."
The Project Director then gave his Observers a farewell and walked out of the dim observation room and into the sterile, hospital like halls of the building.
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"Great...Another load of innocents just got dropped in..." a pony said to themselves as they sat in a very confined space, "I wonder if they'll find my clue this time..." the pony continued as he watched the flickering screen, "Well...not much use to them unless they find the entrance to the Labyrinth...Hopefully they'll do better at that than the last group..."