December 3
I slept in a little bit—everyone did—'cause yesterday had been such a long, fun day and we were all tired. Plus we weren't doing anything this morning, as far as I knew, so I stayed in bed curled up next to Peggy.
When I finally got out of bed, I went right to the bathroom to take an overdue shower. I could feel all the dried salt in my coat from the flying I'd done yesterday. I hoped that John and Chrissie didn't think that I was a bad groomer because of it.
It was never as much of a problem when we were working weather, 'cause we almost always got washed off by the rain, whether we wanted to or not. You couldn't wash off in the ocean, though, 'cause you'd just get saltier.
I didn't want to use up all the hot water, because probably everyone might want to take a shower too, so I started off with cold until I'd gotten my coat wet, and then I finished washing with hot.
I could hear John and Chrissie moving around in their room when I'd finished my shower, but Peggy was still sleeping. So I stood on the floor and brushed my coat and then my mane and tail, and I should have done my wings right then but I wanted to lie on the bed to do it, 'cause it was a little bit easier to groom them when I was on my belly, and the bed was more comfortable than the floor.
So I sat at her desk and wrote some more in my journal. It still felt really strange to be writing December at the top of the page. When I'd started it was December, and that name was strange to me and hard to write, and now it's familiar. But it means that I haven't got much time left before I go back to Equestria; it's the very last month.
I had to stop writing in my journal long enough to go over to the bed and nuzzle Peggy, and that woke her up and so the two of us talked for a little bit and then she got out of bed. And she saw my journal was on her desk and asked if I'd been writing in it, and I said I was but that I'd stopped so that I could nuzzle her 'cause friends were more important than writing.
She kissed me on the forehead and then went into the bathroom to take her shower, and so I took her spot on the bed and started preening my wings. I was still losing feathers, but I was getting close to being done with my moult, which was nice.
I could have gotten back up and written more, or else I could have packed my saddlebags, but I didn't do either, 'cause I was feeling kind of lazy. So I stretched out my wings and let them rest on the bed, and I just relaxed until Peggy came back in and got dressed.
She said that we were going to meet her friends for a late lunch, and then after that we'd go to Denver so I could get on the train back to Kalamazoo. And she told me that we'd all ride together in Clive's Excursion, 'cause everyone would fit in that, and that was we wouldn't have to say our goodbyes so soon.
We had all morning free, and I kind of wanted to fly, but I didn't want to spend any more time away from Peggy, so the two of us went downstairs together and went in the kitchen.
John was already down there reading his newspaper, and he'd made a pot of coffee so we both had a cup. I thought it would be nice to make breakfast, so me and Peggy looked through the electric icebox and the cupboards until we found enough ingredients to make scrambled eggs and pancakes. And I knew how to make both, so she let me do most of the cooking, and just helped out when a bunch of things got ready at once.
I don't know how they keep track of it all at the tavern, 'cause most food you can't leave for too long on the stove or it will burn. I guess it takes a lot of practice to know just how long it takes to cook everything, and I suppose it would be easier to keep watch if the stove was pony-sized.
Chrissie came downstairs just when I was finishing the last of the pancakes and starting on the scrambled eggs, and then when everything was ready, Peggy put the food on the table for everyone. I was proud of myself for making breakfast, and the food turned out to be pretty good.
We took our time eating, and when we were finished, Chrissie just stacked everything in the sink and said that it could be washed later. She didn't even feel like putting it in the washing machine.
After breakfast, we went into the living room and John turned on the Christmas tree and we sat on the couches and talked about the year I'd had and what I was going to do when I got back to Equestria, and then Chrissie told us some funny stories about working at the Air Force base. She said that one year they'd had a party that they weren't supposed to have in the back of one of the C-130s, and the base commander had thought that they were up to something, so he'd gone around looking for them, and they'd waited until he'd inspected all the airplanes at one end of the field and then taxied it down to the other end, and he'd never figured it out. I thought he should have noticed that big an airplane going by him, but she said that there had been one that was landing and that was who they switched places with.
Then she said that it would be fun to look through an old photo album, so she went to the shelf and got one out and started showing us pictures from it. That was really neat—there were pictures of Peggy when she was a baby and a yearling and I said that she was really cute and she got kind of embarrassed by it. I wish I had thought to gather together pictures of me and my family, 'cause people would have liked to see them, even though there weren't all that many.
My favorite one was with Chrissie wearing her Air Force uniform and holding up Peggy—she said that it had been taken right after she got back from Serbia, which was a country in Europe. Both Peggy and Chrissie looked so happy in the picture.
When it was almost time for us to go, I got all packed up and everyone helped put my things in Cobalt. Peggy said that I should take the snowboard to Equestria and I could use it there, which was really nice of her. And she also gave me a little plastic thing that was called a memory stick, and she'd put all of my movies on that so that I could give them to Meghan to put on YouTube when I got back to Kalamazoo.
Everyone promised that they'd come see me before I left for Equestria, and then we all hugged and I got in Cobalt with Peggy. John turned on the outside Christmas lights, even though you couldn't see them very well since it was light out. And then I had to hug everyone and thank them for letting me stay and I had to hug them again after that, and Peggy rolled down the window on Cobalt so I could stick my head out and wave as we drove off.
We went into town and went to The Airplane Restaurant, and we were the first ones there, since it was close to us. And the man who was at the podium said that he'd seen plenty of pilots here before but never a pegasus, and he wanted to take my picture, which I didn't mind.
We got a big table that was inside an actual airplane—it was called a KC-97, and it used to fly around carrying fuel for smaller airplanes so that they could get more without having to land. And our waiter was really excited to see me, too, and he promised that he'd bring us some free drinks which was really nice of him.
Peggy said that we should order some appetizers that we could share with everyone, and after we did we got up and looked around the rest of the airplane before anyone else showed up. You could look into the cockpit but you weren't supposed to go inside. And the airplane had had more of the restaurant built alongside it, and one of its wings actually stuck into the building.
Inside the other part, there were lots of pictures of airplanes and also small airplane models that hung from the ceiling. And it was kind of like a museum, except that you really couldn't see everything without getting in other people's way.
Pretty soon, Clive and Gina showed up, and then Heather did too, who I hadn't seen since over the summer, so the five of us went back to our table in the airplane, and they ordered some drinks and by the time their drinks had arrived, the appetizers were ready, too.
And Leah came and she gave me a big hug before she sat down, and then Lindsay and Victoria got there, too. And it was really nice to have a big lunch, and everyone talked about all the fun things that we'd done together, and Lindsay and Victoria both had some pictures on their portable telephones of me snowboarding which they showed everyone.
I was having so much fun talking and laughing that I really didn't pay that much attention to eating, and my lunch was cold before I finished it, but I didn't mind. It was a lot more fun to talk to everyone and re-live my trip to Colorado then think about how I was going to be leaving soon.
I hadn't known, but Peggy had taken a couple of pictures of me with the jenny who liked me, and everyone said that those were really cute, especially the one where the two of us were almost rubbing noses.
We all had to go in our own cars together to a special parking lot called Park and Ride, because it was against the rules to leave them at the restaurant when we weren't eating there anymore. And then we got my things and put them in the back of the Excursion, and Peggy asked Clive if he knew where the train station was. He said that he thought he did, but he put it in his GPS anyway. He said that it was smart and even after it had picked the best route, it could change its mind if there was a traffic accident or something else that would slow us down.
We hadn't gotten too far north of Colorado Springs when clouds started coming over the mountains and blocking the sun, and Peggy looked at her portable telephone and said that they were snowclouds, but I guess they must have left all their snow in the mountains, 'cause they never dropped any on us.
I thought that we were going to get to the train station really early, but when we got to Denver it was kind of like Chicago, and there were so many cars on the road that they didn't move very quickly, and so they honked at each other in frustration but that didn't make anyone move any faster.
It gave me a chance to look around at the city some, though, 'cause we weren't just zipping right by it. Everyone pointed out the interesting sights like the Mile High Field, which was where the Denver Broncos played football.
Once we were off the highway, the traffic moved even slower, 'cause cars had to keep stopping for the signal lights, and I was glad that we'd left for Denver a little bit early. Me and Peggy had taken a different route that went around the middle of Denver, and now I knew why she had.
The train station was really big like the one in Chicago, and it looked almost like a castle. There was a big sign that said it was called Union Station, and under that it said Travel by Train, and there was a place in front where we could get out and unload my things before Clive parked.
Mister Salvatore saw me when I got out, and he came over and helped unload. And he had to introduce himself to everyone, and then when Clive said that he needed to go park his Excursion, Mister Salvatore said that he could leave it right there and he would talk with the train station police and so he did. He went inside and I saw him talking to someone at a little desk, and he showed the man his wallet and then came back outside and said that it was taken care of, and Clive could leave it there while we waited for me to get on the train.
We all went inside and everyone wanted to help me carry something, so I didn't have to carry anything at all. And Miss Cherilyn was inside waiting for us, and she hugged me and Peggy, and then we all went in to the waiting area.
We sat and talked for about an hour, until it was time to go down to the tracks because the train would be there soon.
Once it was time to board, I hugged everyone one more time and we all said our goodbyes. Mister Salvatore told Clive how much he liked his Excursion, and gave him a card with his telephone number on it in case the people in front had changed their minds and decided to give him a parking ticket while we were inside the station.
I'd been a little bit worried about having to make a bunch of trips onto the train 'cause besides my saddlebags which I could wear, I also had my snowboard and helmet and magnetic hoof boots so I thought it would take at least a second trip, but with everyone there wanting to help, we got aboard the train really quickly. And even though we weren't really supposed to, I stayed down by the door so that I could wave at everyone when the train pulled out of the station, and then I went upstairs to find my room.
I was sharing it with Miss Cherilyn again, and she said that Mister Salvatore had gotten his own room this time instead of trying to sleep in a coach car like an idiot.
We didn't stay in our room for too long, because we didn't want to miss dinner. The dining car had the same menu as the other trains did, and the chef on this train wasn't quite as good as some of the others had been. Or maybe I'd just had so much really good food in Colorado that I was kind of spoiled. I hadn't really thought about it before, but it was probably really hard to cook food on a moving train, 'cause the kitchen would be small and pots might slide off the stove. A lot of sailorponies were really happy when they were back on land because the food on a ship wasn't very good. Even on the fishing boats, they didn't eat the best fish.
Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn wanted to know about what I'd done in Colorado, so I told them but I skipped the part where we'd gone to the hot springs, 'cause if Peggy had been embarrassed about me telling her parents then she probably wouldn't want me to tell my helpers, either.
Mister Salvatore was really happy that I'd gotten a chance to go to a casino, and he promised that when we got back to Kalamazoo he was going to take me to Firekeeper's for a day if I wanted to go. Miss Cherilyn still thought that it was a bad idea, but she said that she'd come too just to keep the two of us out of trouble if we did go.
By the time we'd finished dinner, it was dark outside, and we went back to our rooms but then I decided that I wanted to look out the windows in the Viewliner car. It had been full when we went to dinner but mostly empty when we left, 'cause it was dark and there wasn't a whole lot to see except car lights and house lights going by in the darkness, and sometimes we'd go through a little town and it was fun to watch the cars waiting for the train to go by, and see in the lights of the town the buildings that were close to the tracks.
If I got out of my seat and pressed my muzzle right against the glass, I could see a little bit further, but all the lights that were on in the Viewliner car reflected off the windows and I looked around but I couldn't find a switch to turn them off, and maybe that would have been rude to the other people in the train car.
So after a while I got bored and I was a little bit restless, too, since I'd not flown at all or really exercised much today. I didn't think I was supposed to fly around on the train, and there wasn't really enough room for it anyways, but I could walk from one end to the other, so first I went all the way up to the front, and I kept quiet 'cause they had turned down the lights in the coach cars so people could sleep in their chairs if they wanted to. And then went to the very back and I got up on my hind hooves and looked out the back window and when I looked down I could see the tracks rushing by and it made me kind of dizzy, so I focused my attention a little bit further away and watched Colorado disappear behind us.
That was making me sad, so I went back to my room and Miss Cherilyn was sitting at the desk reading papers, and I asked her what they were and she said that they were the papers for the next group of ponies exchange students. She said that they tried to match up the helpers with the ponies, and that all the teams of helpers got to look through the applications and figure out who they'd get along with the best. And I hadn't know that, but it made a lot of sense, and I was flattered that they'd picked me.
She said that Mister Salvatore was kind of disappointed that there weren't any pegasuses in our region next year, 'cause he'd said that I was the funnest pony he'd helped so far. And she said that he was trying to find out if there were any anywhere else in America so they'd have time to put in transfer paperwork.
Then she pushed the papers aside and said that she could show me some pictures of my new, temporary apartment, if I wanted to see it, and I was curious but I said that I'd rather see it with my own eyes first. Sometimes you could get the wrong idea from pictures, and I was going to get to see it tomorrow anyway.
We talked for a little bit longer and then she folded the beds down and went into the bathroom to change into her sleeping clothes, and I went up to my bed and let the train rock me to sleep.
Your story's still on my RiL, but I couldn't help but notice that you came up with your saddest chapter title yet:
"Leaving Colorado"
As someone who loves going to Colorado in the summer, and for whom that state is like a second home, those words, plus this sign, are the worst.
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Someone should show her Hell's Kitchen. She'll probably recognize Gordon Ramsay.
What if the next pony Mr. Salvatore gets assigned to is a Twilight Jr. Super serious nerd unicorn?
Or...
What if it's Sweetie Bell?
"Friends are more important than writing"? IMO, it depends on the writing -and the friend. Coleridge never finished "Xanadu" because he was interrupted. (Of course, the stranger from Porlock wasn't a friend)
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I would read the heck out of Sweetie Belle's Journal.
"Agent Salvatore, you'll be pleased to hear we've found a choice of pegasus ponies for you. Here's their briefings."
"Nice! Hmm... Is there a 'need-to-know' behind the obvious issue with subject "A's" eyes?"
"It's a minor impediment. She's occasionally a little bit accident-prone due to impaired depth-perception."
"Good to know. Does subject "B" always wear that pith helmet?"
"She's a professional explorer, tomb-raider, and general action-adventure type. The helmet goes with that."
"I sense a trend. This last one, with the rainbow hair--also dangerous?"
"Possibly, yes. She's a stunt flier, athlete, and currently one of Equestria's six greatest heroes."
"This is going to go sideways no matter which I choose, isn't it?"
"You asked for a pegasus, agent Salvatore."
"Indeed I did."
"If it helps, your backup team will be ...somewhat larger than usual."
Wow, it's been almost a year already. I started reading mid to late march of last year and it has been quite a journey.
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And that's how the world ended.
SB: Sorry!
I think it would be interesting if we got to hear about next years applicants. I'd like to know if there are any stallions, it could lead to some interesting discussions about Equestrian gender politics between Silver, Mr Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn.
Well, thats what you get for painting it pink.
Son, when an FBI agent asks if he can park his Army Ranger vehicle carrying an alien diplomatic visitor out front, you say YES SIR.
Thundering noises upstairs while trying to get to sleep? thats either the pegasus going for a run, or the mice in the attic.
Mr Salvatore. Your backup team will be a little, larger than usual.
We would like to thank all the members of the local law enforcement, and the Illinois National Guard.
This next exchange-group of ponies, probably the last such group of ponies destined to go to the United States of America for years, will have to deal with dangerous xenophobia. Hopefully, nopony will die.
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Snowdash does not seem overworked and abused. Snowfall Frost does seem to mental illness though.
Snowfall Frost wants to shorten the year by a day. Since the ponies can control year-length, I wonder how long the year is. I have some ideas:
Given that Q/Discord created Equus based on Earth, The plants probably could not tolerate extreme year-lengths. That leaves 2 choices:
* 360
* 420
360 is highly composite with 24 factors, or 24 ways to divide the year into fortnights , quarters, weeks, months, et cetera.
420 is the least common multiple of all counting numbers upto 7. Like 360, it has 24 factors, but one of those factors is 7. It better to have lots of small factors for convenient dividing. A good example of this is the pizza:
One could divide a pizza into 16 approximately equal slices by eye, but pizzerias use a template for dividing pizzas into 12 slices. ¿Why? ¿is it because 12 have 6 factors (01, 02, 03, 04, 06, 12) while 16 has only 5 factors (01, 02, 04, 08, 16)? Partially, but it is more important that 12 has more small factors:
One is more likely to have 3 friends show up than 8.
Another thing going for 12 is that it is highly composite. Indeed, 12 is 1 of 5 numbers which are both highly composite and the least common multiple of all counting numbers upto a certain point:
01, 02, 06, 12, 60
I figure that ponies might use Sexagesimal (60) as a base. That means that Miss Rainbow Dash could have said 1 of 2 things:
Or
The former is a literal interpretation of what Miss Rainbow Dash said converted into Sexagesimal; while the latter assumes that the translator was lazy and just changed PerSexageismal into PerCent and that Miss Rainbow Dash meant ⅓ cooler.
so is Silver looking into who is getting next to earth ? maybe she knows someone ?
Go for it Silver, one more month is plenty of time to launch another ship.
her parents
my room
Wouldn't it be Kosovo?
Poor Mister Salavatore, we saw him evolve from a grunting federal agent to a genuine lovable party guy -with special power-, all thanks to the SG's adorableness. He is going to miss something in his life next year...
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It's been so long since I've been there . . . I think it was the 80s last time I visited. Maybe the very early 90s. Which is a shame--I'd love to go back.
When I was in school still, my family always took a vacation to Kentucky or West Virginia over spring break. Those were great trips (and two more states that I haven't spent much time in in the last 25 years).
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If pony Gordon Ramsay ever came to the tavern in Chonamare, he'd probably turn tail and walk right back out. I have a feeling that he's not the type for tavern food. Especially since most of the ponies who eat there are happy for hot food and don't care that the menu is basically whatever Zucche and her Mom felt like cooking that day.
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That might not be so bad. At least he wouldn't have to worry about reckless partying, like Cayenne's handlers do.
It would give the phrase 'putting out fires' new meaning.
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I will admit that I had to remember this a few times over the last year. Especially when I was a little bit behind.
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So would I, to be honest.
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Probably the mantra of the helpers is 'try not to fuck up too badly.' Honestly, of that list, Derpy is probably his safest bet. I can't see Rainbow staying on the ground long enough to even hear all the rules about flying, and Daring . . . well, who can say where she'd wind up?
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Isn't it amazing how time flew?
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You know, Sweetie is cute enough that I probably wouldn't be too mad if she doomed us all.
Unfortunately, that never came up. There would have been a few stallions, maybe 10-25% of the total number of applicants.
That does make me think, though--assuming a fairly even gender split among humans, that means that 25-40% of male exchange humans would be rooming with a mare. I doubt that it would bother the ponies too much, but it might bother the human.
Hmm, that's an idea that might be worth running with in the future.
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Exactly! And a minor point, generally the FBI doesn't ask for something like that, they tell. As in "He will be parking his vehicle out there and you will not give it a ticket."
Damn mice need to go on a diet.
As long as he never has to say "Bring me everyone."
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I assume that they use base 12, and used base 4 in the past but changed it when they started inventing math.
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Depending on how long the lead time is to get in, she might not. It could be that the next applicants from her college applied after she left.
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(Winston & DeAnne's truck are Silver Glow's OTP)
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Maybe?
Hopefully he has just as much fun with Sparklesnap.
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I think if it taste well, he wouldn't run. He'll say it looks like shit but he'll still enjoy it. Gordon Ramsay always had a soft spot for homemade or family food.
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I'm not sure how good it would taste. Silver Glow's going to be so spoiled when she goes back to Chonamare. Silver's never said, but odds are that the tavern is the only restaurant in Chonamare, so it's not like the tavern has any competition.
The food probably is pretty good, though. If it wasn't, some other pony would set up a store and sell her own food.
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I'd bet there's a whole pegasus industry of taking condensed clouds to high altitudes, then using weather magic and the cold air to freeze out blocks of ice, which are then carrier back to the ground. I mean, it's not any different than how hail is made, just more directed for stronger effect.
Another shot at the casino, eh?
"So, how'd we lose 4.7 million dollars in one day?!"
"I still don't know! But it involved some cool-as-a-cucumber guy in an expensive drop top and a spunky, foul-mouthed pegasus! Go ask them!"
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My gut says that that's still mostly done by Earth ponies, the traditional way, off of lakes. Although maybe there's some sort of trade war going on--the Earth ponies are claiming that cloud-ice isn't as good as lake-ice, although the pegasi have the advantage of being able to make it on demand.
Or it could be a regional thing, too. Ponyville probably has a few ice houses (heck, I wouldn't be surprised if some farmponies harvest their ponds in the wintertime), while big cities like Manehattan might prefer pegasus ice for the convenience.
What would really be funny is Cayenne at the casino. She's good at math, and good at drinking. She'd be winning money and picking up new boyfriends.
Her poor handlers. . . .
*way
*known
Onwards to December! It'll be sad to see this finally end...
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An entire betting pol springs up among the hard core gamblers there on how many dudes she fucks, and whether her winning too much, or being too lewd gets her tossed out first. But let's face it, the true terror of Las Vegas would be Twilight.
Yeah, and given the ponies wouldn't see an issue there... that could really happen. And yes, could lead to some real fun.
Derpy would just cause a lot of random property damage he can pay someone else to fix, plus, he'd get an unending supply of the best muffins ever. Daring..... every month would feel like he's stuck in a new National Treasure movie. If he's lucky.
You've only seen him in the shows huh? Dude would love a place like that, so long as the people running it aren't arrogant assholes with no idea what they are actually doing. He's one of the most chill guys there is unless you push his buttons. His rageing is only for idiots that screw up what they clearly should know better, and especially if they double down and refuse to just admit they fucked up and learn from the mistake. Just watch the show he had where he's working with kids who are trying to learn to cook, he's amazing working with them. He'd so love some place like the tavern, dude is not some type of food snob at all.
Snuggles are worth staying longer in bed for.
Silver, I doubt they'd even notice the differnce between what you'd call being a bad groomer and not. Just becuase you missed a few little things. But that you are so worried is adorable.
And so thoughtful, no use up all the hot water.
Now she's getting all introspective about how used to Earth she's gotten....... sad-cute.
D'awwwwww,you can write anytime, now is hugging time.
Pony will stay near friend, need find way to let humans fly with her.
Yes, it takes a lot of practice to be able to cook seemingly effortlessly, and yes, it helps being able to look down on the stove from abive.
Yet again, every house needs a helper pony, would make mornings so much better.
I can fully believe that party in a C-130 story. Hell, on the cruise before I got to the ship, they had a full on brothel operating on board. Then they got busted for being idiots. Even officers can start to see something is up and start looking around when a whole bunch of females start repeatedly cashing a bunch of personal checks from various male crewmen week after week at dispersing.
YAY Show off the baby pictures, also 'yearling' d'aaaaawwwww
Pictures of Filly Silver would never have gotten past customs without being declared a weapon of mass adorableness and diabetes/heart attack threat.
Pony riding with her head out the window, even if just to wave... soooo... cuuuuuttteeeeee
Yay pega fame! But, hey she's is also technically a pilot as well, so double score! But yeah, pegasi will get ALL the free drinks at pilot bars.
Pegasus mid air refueling will soon become a thing, but it will involve swapping out the empty camelback mid flight.
See? Free drinks. #pegaperks
And now I'm picturing a movie where someone goes into the cockpit of that restaurant plane, and flies off with it.
Wise pony, focus on enjoying the fun now, no worry about how it's about to end.
Yes, yes those pictures would be cute. Pony is cute, younf animals are cute, pony with young animal? HHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!
One perk of being a pony handler over general protection detail, you're charge is a lot easier to spot in a crowd.
It's nice to have friends with authority that they love using.
Of course everyone wants to carry the bags, all know they are now meant to serve the Pony!
Mr. Salvatore enjoys his job so much.
Smart pony, you are getting it. No talk about humans getting naked with other random humans.
"Idon't care what you say, it's a pony in a casino, it has to happen!" Now, for real fun, bring Aquamarine to the horse races and get some inside scoops on what horses are doing the best.
Just go ahead and turn down the lights, other people will understand it is in service to Pony wishes.
Would her flying make the train lighter? Someone get a cargo container full of pegasi on a scale!
D'awwww she's so easy to make feel happy and special. This time, these two hit the pony jackpot. Meanwhile every team that considered Cayenne feels like they just had a bullet pass right past their temples.
Hehe, they got a taste of the perfection that is Pegasus Pony, and now want all the feathery pones!
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She’d probably get kicked out for being too lewd. They might not figure out until later how well she was doing at the tables. And if she was subtle at using her magic to influence things like dice rolls or the roulette wheel. . . .
Or just lots of awkwardness for the poor male depending on how interested he was in a mare. Sometimes being the only guy in a gaggle of girls isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. The things that they talk about amongst themselves that you can’t help but overhear. . . .
Oh, yeah, Daring would be a very interesting pony on Earth, no question. She’d be all over weird archaeological sites, and probably upset that there weren’t any giant monsters or anything like that in them.
See, I got called out on this comment (or one just like it) more than once. I have seen a couple of episodes of him with kids, and you’re right, he’s great towards them. And you’re also right that he really goes off on people who ought to know better, especially in cases of food safety (which, I’ll admit, is a good priority). He also does seem to love traditional ethnic foods that are done the traditional way . . . or at least respect them. Some of the pony’s likely food-handling techniques would give him problems (utensils held in the mouth, or using the same hooves that they’re walking on the floor with to also manipulate food) and even if the ponies don’t know any better, he’d probably assume that they should.
I will say that having had time to reflect on this, I do think that he’d be more enthusiastic towards pony cuisine, and he probably wouldn’t go in there like a wrecking ball, and one thing that he almost certainly would respect is that virtually all of their ingredients would be fresh. The tavern in Chonamare is only going to sell sea bass, let’s say, if one of the fishing boats caught some that day . . . if not, it’s off the menu until the next boat comes in.
Yes, no question.
Yeah, that’s not something that a human’s likely to pick up on at all. And of course the reverse is also true; Meghan or Aric can do a bad job grooming, and Silver Glow probably won’t notice at all.
Ponies are thoughtful overlords.
For ponies, that’s an even more important time than it is for humans.
If only Peggy had gotten into hang-gliding, they could have had lots of fun together like that. With a suitable tow-rope, Silver Glow could keep a hang-glider in the air for a very long time.
Yeah, being able to see what you’re cooking without standing on the counter is important for chefs.
Oh, yeah, totally. I’d want one.
You get too obvious, and even people who don’t want to see it have no choice but to see it and report it. Also, what prostitute takes checks? That seems like a great way to be providing services for free. . . .
No question there. Especially pictures of her learning to fly while being towed behind another pegasus, or strapped into some kind of flight papoose.
You know they’d love doing that.
There’s no question there. She’ll never have to buy a drink at a pilot bar.
As fun an idea as that is, I think that they’d just use clouds for that purpose--like I think we tried back in the day with airships. Have a well-stocked cloud near a patrol area, and flights of pegasi can just land on it and refill their camelbacks and restock their anchovies.
As I recall from the pictures, the airplane’s missing most of its left wing (I think it’s cut off where it goes into the restaurant building).
That’s really the best kind of life advice.
Technically, the jenny is probably an adult, but still cute.
The bright colors help, but she’s short compared to humans, so in that regard she probably doesn’t stand out in a big enough crowd.
What’s the fun of being a FBI agent if you can’t get train stations to bend their no parking rules?
Yes, they do.
He does. He probably sometimes pretends he doesn’t, but we both know that he got the job because he’d spend time with cute ponies and he’d get to throw his weight around on occasion.
She still thinks that’s a stupid human rule, though.
If Mr. Salvatore doesn’t get Silver Glow in one, he’s going to do his best to get the next pony into a casino. That’s probably one of his goals as a pony agent.
And yeah, never mind Aquamarine helping pick winners at a horse race, can you imagine how hard some of the horse racing teams are trying to get a pony to help encourage their horses? To find out every little medical detail that the horses are willing to provide? And in some cases, to see if she can throw a race by convincing a horse to not run as fast as he can, despite what the jockey tells him to.
“The pony says it’s lights-out time, everybody.”
Not in any meaningful way.
However. I have been thinking, and in another story I’m working on, helicopter pilots do notice that their aircraft performs better when it’s loaded with pegasi and all their gear, rather than when it’s empty.
Yeah, and you know that there’s lots of discussion behind the scenes about what pony the team’s going to be watching . . . I bet it was Mr. Salvatore who wound up voting for Silver Glow over all the other possible ponies he and Miss Cherilyn were discussing, both because of the awesomeness of watching a pony who can fly, and also because it would give him a chance to try and intimidate the FAA.
Well, yeah, of course they do.
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The thing about Ramsay with kids.
It's not just kids.
You see more of his good side in Kitchen Nightmares. He has a lot of honest praise and when the restaurateurs are mature enough to admit they fucked up and let him help he's a lot calmer.
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Oh, yeah, I agree. He’ll lose his shit on people that are full of themselves or won’t listen, but is nice to those who want to learn and improve.
TFW you realize your new friend's handlers are FEDERAL AGENTS.
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I know, right? You’d think that Peggy would warn her friends about that.
Just had a vision of Silver and Mr Sal at a casino, doing silly happy dances in low quality production like a Tim & Eric video, while Miss Cherilyn face palms.
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The real question is whether Silver is naturally lucky at casinos, or if she'd quickly lose all her money?
EDIT: or would they kick her out right away because this pony has already stopped by?
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