August 26
So that we wouldn't wake anypony up, me and Paradise had found a spot on the floor where we could sleep, and it was a little bit chilly when I woke up, 'cause we didn't have a blanket. Also the hotel carpet smelled kind of funny, but I couldn't really identify the smell.
Almost everypony else was up, except for Dewdrop 'cause Paradise wasn't there to push him out of bed. But when she got up and stretched she went there first and yanked the covers off of him and he pawed for them but couldn't reach them and he finally opened his eyes and saw her standing there with the covers in her mouth and said that she was cruel.
So she turned around and whacked him in the muzzle with her tail, then dropped the blankets on the floor and said that he'd better hurry up 'cause there was a big storm coming, and the last ponies downstairs had to wear the instruments today. And that got him motivated, and when he was in the bathroom I asked her if that was true. She said that there would probably be a storm somewhere but they all took turns with the instruments and he'd remember that sooner or later.
It was nice meeting up with everypony and everyone one last time in the lobby. And they couldn't stay around too long because they were forecasting severe storms in Kansas in the afternoon and evening, so they were going to go out that way after breakfast. And I didn't want to delay them, at least not too much.
I didn't wind up eating much breakfast, 'cause I went around and said my goodbyes to everypony and Lofty gave me a tornado-chaser badge and she said that she would have Mister Dove send me an official weather vest, too, but they didn't have any extras right now.
Doctor Tetsuya shook my hoof and said that it had been a pleasure to meet me, and I hugged Jo and Bill; Dusty and Joey both made fists and bumped my hoof.
Then I went back upstairs to our room to get my saddlebags and flight vest, and then me and my helpers and Mister Dove all got in the Suburban and I wanted to know if he was going to drive us all the way to Colorado. Mister Salvatore said only as far as Amarillo because that was the closest place that you could rent a car, unless you wanted a U-Haul.
I asked if those were the big white vans that had murals on the side, and he said that they were. So I told him that I thought it would be fun to have one of those and he said he hadn't been serious and we were not taking a U-Haul to Colorado.
Miss Cherilyn said that she thought it would be fun, too, and Mister Salvatore crossed his arms and sulked for a while. But he cheered up when we got close to Amarillo, and we got off the 40 Highway and I thought we were about to get our rental car but he said that this was a little detour on the way to the car.
I thought that we were going to Love's (which had a big heart and I wanted to go there) but we stopped too soon and he pointed to row of cars that had their noses stuck in the dirt and their hindquarters up in the air.
He said it was an American Icon, and both Miss Cherilyn and I agreed that it looked like cars stuck in the dirt. Maybe if that was a thing that Americans did Aric could put not-Winston in the dirt like that (although not-Winston made a good picnic table, so maybe that wasn't a good idea).
We didn't get back on the highway, but went to an Enterprise which is a place that rents cars. He said that he hoped they had something suitable for the mountains like a Jeep, and we waited inside until he came back out with a set of keys and said that he got us a pickup truck.
She said it wasn't practical, and he said that she wouldn't think that if we got into snow up in the mountains, and she said that Colorado Springs wasn't exactly in the mountains, and he said that if he made a wrong turn we could be in the mountains.
Well, I said that I was happy with it because I liked trucks. So that settled the argument and we loaded all of our luggage in the back of the cab, and that meant that I was sharing space with all their luggage but I didn't mind. I got the center seat again which let me see through the windshield. There was also a little window right behind me that I could slide open and that let some fresh air in.
We had to stop for fuel before we left Amarillo, and Mister Salvatore did stop at a Love's, and I went in with Miss Cherilyn and it was kind of neat because they had a whole section of radios and other things for big trucks. I didn't know that some people live in their trucks, 'cause there's a big space in the back called a 'sleeper' which has a bed and other things. So maybe when I saw big semi-trucks sitting at rest areas, their drivers really were resting.
It wasn't too long after that that we were on the road and even though I was eager to see everything, I was also tired 'cause I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night and after a while all the fields got boring and so I dozed off.
Mister Salvatore woke me up and I thought that we were in Colorado but when I looked around there weren't any mountains to be seen, just grass stretching off as far as I could see. And he told me that this was the Rita Blanca National Grasslands, and that if I wanted to stretch out and fly around them a little bit I could.
I did, just to stretch my wings, but they weren't all that appealing, 'cause they were kind of dry and brown and I thought that the grassy prairies that I'd seen in Kansas looked a lot more interesting.
And I thought that off in the distance, I could see mountains but they could have been a cloud front. Sometimes from a long ways away it was hard to tell the two apart.
As we drove on, though, I could tell that we were getting higher and we started to see hills around us, and then mountains.
And Mister Salvatore stopped in Raton, so that we could get out of the truck and stretch out, and he said that we were near where the train had gone into the tunnel between Colorado and New Mexico. It was still outside now, 'cause when I flew up just a little bit I could see the tracks running alongside the highway.
We passed by a nice sign that welcomed us to Colorado, and Mister Salvatore pointed off to the left and asked me to imagine the train being under all of that rock, and I didn't really want to think about it too much. I liked it up here where I could see the sky and clouds and trees.
The road went down out of the pass and then after a little while we were on flatter ground with the mountains all off to our left, and mostly dry prairie land to our right. And we kept angling further and further away from them until we got to Pueblo, which was where we stopped for lunch. There was a shopping mall with a cluster of restaurants around it including one called Wingstop and he said that I wouldn't want to eat there but he had Miss Cherilyn take a picture of me and him out in front of their sign.
So he wanted to go to Denny's, and Miss Cherilyn said only if she got to drive the rest of the way to Colorado Springs, and I thought that Red Lobster would be fun. He said that Red Lobster was for dates, not road trips, but we went there anyway. I had a Salmon New Orleans which was really tasty, and Mister Salvatore gave the keys to the truck to Miss Cherilyn and had beer with his lunch. She said that she couldn't decide if he was being responsible in giving her the keys or irresponsible in drinking for lunch, and he said that he could be both.
And when we got back on the road, he dozed in the front seat for a little bit, until she woke him up to find the directions to Peggy's house.
Peggy lived in a two-story house on Hawk Meadow Drive, and I knew it was her house when we got close, 'cause Cobalt was parked out in front.
She came running out when I knocked on the door and we hugged and I nuzzled her and we both said how much we'd missed each other.
Mister Salvatore carried my saddlebags in and he and Miss Cherilyn introduced themselves to Peggy's parents, who were called John and Chrissie. My helpers were staying at a hotel nearby, so after they made sure that I didn't need anything else, they left for their hotel.
We sat in the living room and talked and Chrissie offered to order some food if I was hungry, but I said that I was okay.
Peggy had been sort of following along with what I'd been doing, as much as she could. But we'd both kind of been bad friends and not written to each other as much as we should have, so I hadn't known about her vacation to Costa Rica, and she hadn't known that I flew all the way to Chicago. And I told her about the storms I'd been flying in and she told me that she'd gotten to go parachuting, so we had a lot to catch up on.
Her parents wanted to know what it was like where I lived, so I told them about our little cloudtown and the village, and they said it sounded like something in rural England or maybe the northeastern part of the United States. Since I hadn't been to either place, I wasn't sure if it was or not.
She said that tomorrow we'd go to Pikes Peak, because it was pretty close and she said that if I went flying above it, I'd be breaking the FAA's rules without breaking them. Chrissie thought that would be fun, and she also said that I would have to come over to the Air Force base and visit. She said that we might need for Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn to lean on some people and I said that Mister Salvatore liked doing that, so it would make him happy.
Her dad showed me some computer pages that he had designed—he had made an entire family photo album and Peggy was really embarrassed by some of the pictures of her as a filly but I thought that she was really cute. And I told her about my neighbors and how we'd go hunting for Pokemons.
John said that he'd heard that there was a pegasus team in Texas that was chasing tornadoes and asked if I'd heard of them and I said that I'd flown with them and helped fight a tornado but it hadn't worked 'cause it was too big and there weren't enough of us. So we went looking on the computer to see if there were any movies of it but there weren't.
I didn't have it on my GoPro anymore, 'cause I'd had Joey send it to Meghan, and when I looked at her YouTube account she hadn't put that up yet. But she had made the movie of me putting the clouds on the fire so we watched that. I guess she's figured out how to edit them, 'cause it wasn't that long, and it only started when I was pretty close to the house.
Peggy's bedroom was a lot like her dorm room except that she had more things in it, and the floor had carpet, too. There was a little cot that her mom had set up for me, which was really nice of her to have done.
Peggy went into the bathroom and put on her sleeping clothes and then I had my turn, and we didn't go to bed right away. She wanted to know about how things were working out with me and Aric and so I said that I'd taken the train to Lafayette to meet him and also we'd spent a day at a nudist resort, which she thought was an odd date.
I reminded her that she'd spent all of Valentine's Day naked with her boyfriend, and she said that was different, because it was only them and nobody else.
And I told her that I'd also been spending a lot of time with Meghan 'cause she was still in town and now we were having sex and that Aric didn't mind. She said that he was probably hoping for a threesome when he got back to Kalamazoo.
Well, that was something that I hadn't thought about. I asked Peggy if she'd ever tried it and she said that she hadn't.
The cot wasn't as comfortable as it had looked at first because there was a metal rod in the middle and no matter how I moved around, it always seemed to poke me somewhere, until I finally turned around so that my head was over it, with the pillow between us, and that left my tail hanging down off the end of the cot but at least I didn't have a rod poking me.
I woke up a couple of times in the night to a distant roaring noise which was airplanes flying away from the airport that was almost next door to us. I think I could have seen it out the back windows if I'd gotten up and gone over there.
SG confirmed most attractive Pegasus. Even inanimate objects are poking their rods at her.
Given the framework of the story, I kinda get the story's wording is in SG's writing style, but even taking that into account this particular sentence fragment was difficult to wrap my head around.
All those 'and's in a row make proper association of people to actions a little difficult. You might want to rework the phrasing or punctuation a tad to make it a bit less convoluted.
7678141 They can pay the pegasi in camelbacks, and the Princess in various cake recipes from every country.
I feel your pain, Silver Glow. I've slept on cots just like that.
7679279 We've all had that pain. I've gotten to the point where if it's too bad I'll just sleep on the floor with a pillow. I sleep on the floor once every 6 months or so anyways to help with my back so it's not a big deal for me.
I think Peggy's parents mean the northeastern part of the United States, since SG lives in Michigan, and she's been to the northwest on the oh-so-memorable train trip with a certain slutty unicorn.
I assume she's talking about Peterson AFB. Of course, since it's Colorado Springs, they could also check out the Air Force Academy. Might not be as fun for Mister Salvatore, though, since he probably wouldn't have to lean on as many people to get access for Silver.
EDIT: Come to think of it, I wonder if there are any pegasi in the exchange program attending the AFA. Seems like a natural option for any pegasus considering enlisting in the Royal Guard.
At 1st I thought Dr. Tetsuya was being foolish because he was surprised by the cloud. Thinking about it, though, I realized that it is different to see something in person than it is to see them on TV or read about it. Even though he doubtless "knew" Pegasi could do that he didn't really believe until he'd seen it.
Come to think of it... how does that even work? I'm having trouble figuring out how a stallion could use a human toilet. The shape of the anatomy just isn't right; it would be rather awkward. It would probably be easier with those squat toilets used in places like Japan, but western toilets are another story.
There are many Carhenges in the U.S.
This gets me thinking... I'm kinda surprised Silver hasn't tried to go to an air show yet. Knowing this story, I'd be surprised if the Wonderbolts weren't involved, either as part of the show or at least as fellow spectators.
...Okay, I admit it. I'm kinda hoping for a brief Rainbow Dash cameo at some point in the story. My point still stands, though!
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https://www.fimfiction.net/chapter/151152
Most specifically,
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/14081/Wings-of-Gold
I thought silver was used to poking rods by this point...
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It could be that. But when I look back on the myth about hitting a person so hard they lose their socks--and all the shit they put Buster through to finally achieve it, which was totally beyond the conditions of the myth that began their quest, and they labeled that one "plausible". (Just FYI, it would take a "Superman Punch" from a real Kryptonian for it to happen)
Perhaps it was just because they had so much fun pounding the shit out of Buster
7678834 Hmmm. It makes a very nice and haunting instrument in that song.
Ah yes, one of those.
But I thought you liked getting poked by rods.
We drove up into the Rockie Mountains yesterday.
Were still driving up.
7679464 You're missing the point. I'm hoping to see it in this story. I want Silver Glow's reaction.
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Yeah, that's one of those aprocryphal statements....and it was Feynman who was supposed to have coined the phrase, although in the video I posted, he comes close.
There's a chance he might have said it that way, but there's an equal chance he never did--sort of like quantum mechanics, itself .
When I was real little, my family took a road trip out west. We took our van. This was apparently a bad idea, and we ended up stopping at pretty much every scenic overlook to let the engine cool down.
Hey, that's one of the places we went on that trip!
Oooooo... I was just reminded by the rest of my comment, but Silver's handlers should take her camping. Not road trip "camping," but camping-camping.
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I've actually spent a good amount of time trying to think that one through. The only thing I've been able to think up is that Equestrian toilets are normally made narrower and much longer so stallions could stand and face away. Though I suppose the back tank could have an angled top so that stallions could face toward, put their forehooves on the back, and lever themselves into an almost upright position. Like for men, it wouldn't be too much of a problem unless they're hard at the time.
That would still make Earth toilets awfully awkward (our toilets aren't built for traction...).
And that still doesn't account for mares.
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My mom, two sisters, and I took once a Mazda Protege into the Rockies, towing a small open trailor full of camping gear. The car was not happy.
My mom and sisters also weren't very happy at night. It was the first week of June and we were tent camping. Thank God for testosterone. (They froze; I was snug as a bug in a rug.)
Loves is best truck stop!
I love Silver so much for that now! We both have something in common!
They already went to the nudist resort? What chapter was this? I think I missed it.
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August 20
I've slept on cots and folding beds, but so far, the only thing equipped with discomforting metal bars was my folding futon couch. I had to put down a layer of flattened-out cardboard boxes between the bars and the mattress. I use it as a storage space for random stuff these days.
But that's beside the point. This being Silver Glow, I sort of expected her to be sharing Peggy's bed.
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(it's her animal magnetism)
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Yeah, that's rather bad even for her. Oops.
Changed the second 'and' to a semicolon, to make it clear she's getting some hugs and some hoofbumps.
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I could see Equestria's negotiating largely revolving around pastries and sweets. "Okay, you can have Maretania in exchange for your pineapple upside-down cake recipe."
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My part-time weekend job sometimes has sleeper shifts, and some of those houses have proper beds. The rest of them just have folding cots, with a mattress on it that's offers a little less support than a sheet of wet cardboard.
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My grandma swore by sleeping on the floor to help your back, although I'm not totally sold on the idea, since whenever I try I usually wind up with neck pain.
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Technically, MIchigan is a midwestern state. Why, I don't know. But you're right, she meant Northeast.
Yup, Peterson. It's practically next door to Peggy's house. I did think about the Air Force Academy, as well.
I'm honestly not sure that it would provide any benefit to an Equestrian pony who had dreams of the Royal Guard, since the tactics and flight training would be entirely different (unless, of course, Equestria bought some used USAF jets).
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Yeah, it's one thing to say that they can do it, but quite another to actually see it in person. Especially when it's right outside your window when you wake up. It's really hard to ignore then.
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Really? I thought that they labeled the 'knock your socks off' as busted. And I'm pretty sure that the tank car's been done IRL, by mistake. Although maybe not.
Doesn't it?
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I assume that they put the rod there to ensure you don't have a good night's sleep. I'm positive that you could design a cot without it.
Only some rods. It's Cayenne that's not so picky.
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So it's Shrodinger's quote! Or maybe you can either know whether or not he's saying it, but you can't be sure where he is when he does.
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We had an underpowered rental Ford Country Squire, and it made it without overheating, but it wasn't real happy.
My worst time through the mountains ever was when I went to Winston-Salem in my old Chevy truck. It had a straight six and a three-speed manual, and on the upgrades I had to downshift to second, which meant my top speed on the highway was 35. I was getting passed by gravel trains.
I think it's obligatory when you're in that part of Colorado, 'cause we went there, too.
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I think I've only ever been to one of them, and that was the one in Amarillo, by the buried Caddies.
Trucks are awesome, and that's a fact.
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Really? Every damned cot I've ever slept on has that metal rod.
Give her time. . . .
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I think the one in Amarillo is the original one, though.
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Hmm, there might be something that she could go to.
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That'd be a hard sell for Miss Cherilyn, but Mister Salvatore might consider it. Or she could maybe go with friends. Doesn't sleeping in the back of a pickup truck kind of count? It's not like Winston has much in the way of amenities in the back . . .
Try tent-camping in December, on a night when it goes down to 5 degrees.
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My own thought is that for everyday use, what we'd consider squat toilets are the most practical, since they work for anypony's anatomy. I think in public restrooms, there would probably also be urinals for the mares, so all they'd have to do is back up and lift their tails and let it fly.
In part, it depends on how realistic a setting you want, though. Ponies in the show can stand vertical on their hind legs, which makes using a western-toilet for a stallion possible, as long as he can figure out how to hold himself and aim.
Sitting on a western-style toilet without getting your tail wet would probably take some practice, and I don't think it would be all that comfortable, either, since the tank would be pressing into the pony's dock.
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Well, maybe not the flight training so much, but they'd at least get some experience with military life before going off to join the Guard (if they didn't have said experience beforehand). Y'know: discipline, the importance of the chain of command, physical training, teamwork... that sort of thing. It'd be like a pre-boot camp boot camp, or something.
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for peeing: lift the seat, stand across, front legs on one side, hind legs on the other. May be hard in narrow stalls, but okay if there's room on both sides, as in bathroom+toilet setup. In a pinch, set hind legs behind the toilet (below the reservoir), straddling the bowl. For #2, just don't dip your tail when sitting.
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So you're basically picturing standing crosswise on top of the seat? That might work (narrow stalls would be an issue, as you suggest). I wonder just how slippery toilet seats are underhoof? I could also see standing up and bracing forehooves on the tank, if the toilet's got one. The wall might be a big much of a stretch in a public stall.
That would be the biggest challenge, I think, for mares and stallions using Earth toilets. It might be smarter to not really sit on them, but back up to them instead (which of course risks a mess). Or it might be possible to get hind legs sitting on the seat with forelegs still on the floor.
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The Horrors of Travel subtitled
Why would a sane person do that?
#6 They put the toidy where?
#7 What passes for a toidy
#8 What passes for toidy paper
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Figuring out the local toilets is no joke. These days they're all pretty much the same, at least in places that people normally travel to, but still . . . it's the three seashells all over again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9KiDzMaRiQ
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I brought this up with my brother (pilot, and actual rocket scientist), and he said that with the restricted licenses like Silver Glow's got, it would be illegal for her to fly in the mountains. The license is for above sea level, not above ground level.
I'm not sure how vigorously it's enforced (it might depend on complaints). Luckily for her, she has no minimum altitude requirements, so there aren't any actual airports in the US that she could take off from and not be able to be technically legal . . . but if you had an ultralight and a restricted license, you wouldn't be able to fly from the Leadville, CO airport over anything legally (the airport is 9,934 feet ASL, and minimum legal altitude over rural areas is 500 feet AGL; a restricted license like the one that Silver's got limits you to 10,000 feet ASL).
Stupid light based circadian rhythms, making waking up in the dark seem so wrong. Stupid WAKING up in the dark to begin with.
Good to see how easily Silver readjusts to being around ponies, less issues when she does go home. Barring the nagging feeling of something being off when she loses all her flight gear.
And she is just always so damn positive. No clouds in the easy places to spot them? Just means one less place to have to look for them.
So, who's Pegasus 2? And nice going with keeping the numbering
"Tornado Ponies are going up, oh shit! Oh, just doing some wierd non-tornado related pony stuff? okay."
Okay, so here one pony mentions going back to get the equipment, but last chapter they talked to one of the humans to make sure they had those ready and could wear them.
See, they've trained the human staff well, obey the pony and let the pony go wherever pony wants. And, well, guess the conference room is better then just flying up to the roof for fun.
Just make clouds. Ponies are awesome.
Have they mentioned to the science nerds they can MAKE tornadoes? Gotta be plenty that would give a few major body parts to have controlled tornadoes created on demand.
Peeping Pegasi, looking in random windows. Naughty naughty.
External windows not being numbered or opening, #pegaproblems
Hoof-Wing-Horn..... okay then.
Pfffft, yeah, knocking on the window is not something a freshly awakened person is going to process well. Also 'temperature box'.... she's not wrong.
Clearly a scientist, told not to touch something, touch it anyway to find out what happens. Either that or a mechanic. Also, sea story! Well Sea Joke time. The difference between an electrician and a mechanic. When they come across a piece of equipment that shocks them on touching it, the electrician gets zapped once, and promptly tags out the equipment and starts working on fixing it. The mechanic gets zapped, looks at it, touches it again to confirm it does zap you when you touch it, and goes "Hey, dude, come touch this thing!"
And an impromptu symposium on cloud handling 101.
Flock of pegasi all on a cloud!? Awesome picture is awesome.
D'awwww as much as Silver is having fun here, she does love and miss her friends.
Hey now dude, you have a bunch of other ponies to make your instant 1 mil sub videos with, let Meghan have hers.
And the great Camelback acquisition begins! Do want to know how long till they realize the gold mine they are sitting on.
Hmmm, pony name for Virga.... Foal's Rain?
See, the humans would get arrested for the open booze, the pegasi would just burst out of the van and fly off before they could be caught.
Well, it's not like these are HIS ponies to be gambling with, so it's perfectly alright. Silver is pretty much perfect to get a job as head of relations between the Equestrian weather services, and the Earth ones. Or at least a senior advisor to them.
Ah, having to order more pizza the moment some gets that. Been there, at least for work. Ordered about the same amount of pizza we normally get, however, since it was me and not the one usually doing the ordering I called Pizza hut instead of her usual choice of Papa John's, and forgot to account for people actually wanting to eat the closer to real pizza. Within an hour I had the store manager telling me to get more here ASAP.
Ponies just laying out under the stars on a cloud... d'awwwwwwwww And seriously, people thought some friskyness happened here? have they not been reading this story enough to know how Silver is?
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Hostess ends up the most powerful company on the planet (or whoever owns that brand now) as Twinkies become the single most valuable commodity for trade deals with Equestria.
You really don't want to know what scents are in that carpet...
Pony wake up call for lazy pony.... SOOOO CUUUUUTTTEEEEE!
Official tornado chaser pony, YAY! She's got the badge to prove it. Also, brohoofs FTW
You shuld know by now that Silver takes things seriously, even if you are joking.
Carhenge.... ummm, so this is a thing...
Silver should offer to ride in the truck bed, just to see his reaction.
Yeah, the drivers pretty much need to pull over to sleep since only allowed to travel so far per day.
Yeah, asking pegasus to imagine things under a mountain, not good.
'Wingstop' So many pegasi would be really confused with that name.
Of course you went to Red Lobster, must obey the pony.
Heh, again Mr. Salvatore is awesome. Getting out of driving,while getting to claim he's being responsible doing so.
YYYAAAAYYYY!! Roommate huggles nuzzles!
Naughty pony and human no writing. But only a few months and differning ideas on when and how to write.
Yay loopholes in pony flying rules. Especially the biggest one, 'I'll only get in trouble if I get caught.'
See, she's starting to look for times whe she can try to do something that requires yelling at people, just to make him happy he gets to yell at someone.
Calling it pictures of Peggy as a 'filly'..... D"AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Okay, are we sure Peggy's family isn't from Minnesota? Being so nice and accommodating?
Whoooooo! Threesome with a pony! More pleasure slaves for her at once!
Ugh, stupid badly designed cots.
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Yeah, that’s why I hate winter. No reason to get up before the sun does, that’s my opinion, but my manager doesn’t think the same way when it comes to getting to work on time.
I wonder if there are ponies who kind of freak out when they get back and there aren’t any humans around? I think that probably for the most part, going back with their kind is comfortable and easy after a few minutes.
Hey, in my professional life, sometimes ‘well, now I know what it isn’t’ is a good diagnostic point.
Heh, Pegasus 2 will forever remain a mystery. but it’s probably Paradise
Heh, they’ve got ATC trained . . . and while Dr. Tetsuya might not believe that they’re doing anything without his fancy weather instruments confirming it, ATC probably figures that the ponies see stuff that their radar doesn’t.
They forgot to put them on in the morning--that’s my excuse.
Probably remembered to get them prepped, but then forgot because they weren’t on official tornado duty, and didn’t remember until they were in the air.
There’s probably also flying up to the roof for fun, unless it’s forbidden.
And even then, there’s probably still flying up to the roof for fun, because who’s going to stop them?
If you can’t find a cloud, make your own.
They surely have. That’s probably something that the various suits are trying to figure out where to have them demonstrate (and why tornado-stopping duty is more quickly approved). The biggest worry I’d have if I were a fed was that they could start a tornado but then lose control of it, so I’d want to make sure that any tornado building exercises took place somewhere really remote where there’s nothing that could be wiped out by a rogue tornado.
There also might be various treaties in place that prevent certain kinds of tampering with the weather (I don’t know if there are or not IRL, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are). Again, stopping a tornado might be a very different thing under such a treaty than starting one.
It’s the hotel’s fault for not putting the room numbers on the windows.
I know, right? Not at all pegasus-friendly.
It’s for when you haven’t got a ready supply of chirpy birds, hawky birds, and ducky birds.
Not at all, not unless he’s used to people knocking at windows to wake him up.
I’m sure they have some fancy name, but just calling it a temperature box is perfectly legit. They ought to be listed in catalogued that way.
I’ll have you know that “does it do that every time?” is a valid diagnostic procedure.
We once had an old, worn-out Dodge Dynasty in the shop. There were two guys working together to diagnose it; one of them goes, “Start it up,” and then a moment later, “Holy shit, shut it down!” Followed a minute after that with “Hey, come here and check this out! Doug, crank it!”
It was spraying a mixture of oil and coolant out the dipstick tube when it ran. Never seen anything like it since.
Which is really something they should have thought of doing much earlier, for the benefit of their humans. Between getting approvals and pilot’s licenses and so forth, then setting up all the equipment and briefing ATC, etc., nobody every thought to just have the pegasi fly around and play with clouds and demonstrate all the different things they could do with them.
The closest I can come to that epic a picture is one of the theatre groups I’m in all around or on top of my van. I think we had seven people on the roof, maybe more?
She does . . . should have had her friends come out to Shamrock with her. We both know damn well that if Mr. Salvatore had told her sooner, Meghan would have tagged along.
Too bad that they didn’t think to equip the tornado ponies with GoPros (although I’d bet that he’s gonna be buying some now). A whole flock of GoPro equipped pegasi fighting a tornado? Who wouldn’t want to watch that?
I can promise you that every story that takes place in this ‘verse after this one (chronologically) is going to have Camelback-equipped pegasi.
I like that!
I know people who have run from house parties/road parties when the cops show up . . . depending on the location and such, it’s hard to get away on foot. By air, though, the poor cops haven’t got a chance.
There probably is a rule that he’s not supposed to be doing that.
Oh, yeah, she’d be amazing at that. Probably if she did want to come back to Earth to do that, her paperwork would just fly through the approval process.
We’ve run into that at some of our training classes . . . a couple places provide dinners, and on more than one occasion, they’ve guessed wrong about how many hungry mechanics are going to show up and run out of food. One of the places won’t get more; the other does.
Oh yeah, totally--if she got it on with some other ponies on a cloud (or in the hotel room [or on the hotel roof]), she’d’ve put it in her journal, along with her ruminations about whether or not Aric or Meghan would be mad about it and what she’d tell them and so forth.
Blah, Twinkies. Every couple of years I eat one just for old time’s sake, and I usually regret it. Little Debbie, now that’s where it’s at. They’ve got the Zebra Cakes (probably offensive to zebras), Swiss Rolls, Nutty Bars, Star Crunch, and the Pecan Pinwheels (among many other tasty snacks).
And never mind Little Debbie; the Girl Scouts would be a force to be reckoned with.
No, she really doesn’t.
I bet Meghan wouldn’t mind being waken up that way every morning. Better (and much cuter) than an alarm clock.
One more thing to add to her bragging rights back in Equestria.
She does . . . and she’s not entirely wrong, either; it would be fun (for her) to ride in a box truck with a mural on the side.
Only in Texas, man.
He’d probably be okay with it, but Miss Cherilyn would put the kibosh on it pretty quick.
Probably explaining hours of service laws to Silver Glow would be interesting. When on storm duty, she works until she practically falls out of the sky, and she’s not the only pegasus who does that.
Monsters live under mountains, and that’s all that she needs to know about it.
Although I bet if enough pegasi started stopping there, they’d carry pony food options.
Actually, there’s an idea--if they expanded the franchise into Equestria they could have a totally different menu but keep the name. Maybe open some on clouds.
He’s a clever one.
The best kind!
Sometimes it is hard when you’re busy with lots of stuff, especially when one of the roommates doesn’t bother with computer all that much, if she can avoid it (unless, of course, they’re showing her routes to fly or the weather maps).
That’s the biggest loophole, and even a good pony knows that sometimes it’s okay to break the rules a little bit.
She probably could have been totally corrupted by that if she wanted to abuse her power. Good thing that most ponies aren’t bullies (and I’d imagine that the ones that are don’t get to do the exchange program).
How could you not be nice and accommodating to a pony? You’d have to have a heart of stone.
Literally every cot ever. At least, those folding metal ones. Never tried one of the wood and canvas one; maybe they’re better.
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This is why it’s a good job for Mr. Salvatore. He gets to lean on people and make ponies happy.