June 3
Today was the last day of classes until the fall. I woke up feeling kind of edgy and unfocused, sort of adrift. It's the same kind of feeling I had sometimes when there was a big feral storm coming but we didn't know exactly when, so we'd push a bunch of clouds out and there'd be a pegasus or two on each one, and at least one of the weathermares getting telegrams and reporting cloud-to-cloud on the storm's progress.
The weird thing with feral storms was sometimes they died on their own, or veered away, so sometimes when we were put on alert, it was for nothing. Even though we knew that everypony would rather have no weather than a giant feral storm, it felt like a let-down when we sat on our clouds all day for nothing.
I wondered if the human weather people ever felt like that? Did they sometimes see storms on their radars that just faded away before they got to them?
I snuggled up against Meghan and closed my eyes, because I trusted her alarm to wake me up in time for class.
I didn't really fall back to sleep, but I was almost asleep enough that when her alarm went off I noticed that I had drooled on her shirt. I didn't think she'd be mad, 'cause she'd drooled on my foreleg.
She turned it off for a little bit and sat on her back so that I could rest on her chest. She had to move her telephone from one hand to the other so that she could rub along my back, and she scratched between my withers, which felt really good.
We got up after the second time the alarm went off, and I kissed her goodbye and then went outside so that I could go flying.
I knew that even though I'd been thinking about storms, there weren't going to be any today. The sky was clear, but more importantly, it felt like the sky was stable. Admittedly, just because it was where I was standing didn't mean that there wasn't a big storm coming, but I'd been here long enough to get a feel for the weather, and I was sure that there wouldn't be anything.
Dori wished me a good morning, and I told her that it was a CAVU morning, which is what the airplane pilots call it when they can see all the way to the horizon.
I was still kind of aimless while I flew. I didn't do any exercises; I just kind of wandered around the sky in my clear area until I decided it was time to go back to campus, and I waited in our room until it was my turn in the shower.
When I got breakfast, I took more than I wanted to eat on my plate by mistake, and I tried to give the extra away, but nobody wanted it, so I had to send it back into the kitchen. I hoped that whoever was taking the plates on the other end wanted my food because it would be a shame to waste it.
Professor Sir Doctor Banerjee said that on our last day together he was going to teach us about the Lyapunov Exponent. Before, we'd learned that the other ways had showed us how the points were distributed, but this was going to tell us how far it would diverge from its initial condition. And then he drew us a couple of lines and wrote out the equation for it.
What was really clever about it was that obviously two lines from the starting point couldn't diverge forever, so it took the average of a bunch of iterates, which meant that there was a lot of calculating involved and I liked that. I don't know why some of the other students grumbled when he started talking about repeatedly derivations. I guess they didn't like math as much, but I thought that each new equation he taught us was like a new toy to play with and see what it could do.
So even though I was sad when class was over, I knew so much more about math than I had before, and I bet there weren't a lot of other ponies who knew stuff like this. Probably not even very many unicorns (although Cayenne might).
I stayed until everyone else had left, and then I thanked him for his class and for teaching us so many things that I hadn't imagined ever before. And he told me that it had been a pleasure to teach me, and he hoped that I would find a use for nondynamical systems and fractals back in Equestria.
I was sure I would; some of the equations we'd learned might be useful for weather planning, especially if and when we had to start managing weather in a new district.
At lunch, everyone seemed just a bit out of it. I guess that my friends weren't any more prepared for the summer than I was. Only Joe acted normal (which for him is usually not paying too much attention to the rest of us). When Christine asked him why he was so chill, he said that he had two easy finals in classes he liked, and his third final was in Chemistry, and he'd figured out from what his class score was that he could not get his final grade up, and he would only fail the class if he got a two percent on the test, and there were fifty questions that were multiple choice.
He said that meant if he only got one question right, he'd pass the test, and since that was the case he was going to hedge his bets and choose 'b' every time. He hadn't decided yet if he should even open his test booklet, or just fill out the bubble-sheet and be done.
I told him that he should try to do better, and he agreed that he should, but then said that he didn't want to, which I thought was a really strange attitude.
On another hoof, there was more than one way to win Durak, so maybe his plan wasn't as dumb as it sounded to me. But even if it worked, what did he learn by it?
Professor Amy had us get back in our little groups, and she gave us more papers, which were based off the notes which we had taken in the last class. What I thought was really fun about it was that there was one page that we got and it looked like all the other ones, but it said 'Biased Result' in big red letters across it.
So we talked about that one first, and decided that we had managed to set up our observations in a way that we had gotten an unreliable result, but our method had shown us that it was unreliable.
That made us look over the rest of our work with a really sharp focus, because all of us were convinced that we had probably been in a fog on some other stuff, too, but how would we know what it was?
Everyone discussed that, and we decided that there were a couple of observations we'd made where there might have been bias, or where we hadn't thought them through enough, and that some of our conclusions might not be valid. So when we wrote up our final notes, we made sure to say what we weren't certain about, and then Rachel suggested that we ought to be sure to include how we'd seen what we'd seen, so that any future person who was reading our notes would understand why we thought what we did, in case we were wrong.
I didn't really think about that until after class, but when I was flying up the quad to my dorm room, I realized that before I'd come to Earth, I would have assumed that whatever conclusions I came to based upon what I saw with my own eyes were the right ones; now I found myself sometimes thinking that I needed to know more before I could decide one way or the other.
I took my Bible and sat in a tree to read it, but I didn't even make it through one chapter. I kept getting distracted and losing my place as I saw people walking across the quad and while I could have flown off to a quieter tree, it wouldn't have changed things much. I'd had my last class until the fall, and I'd turned in my essay at the very end of class. I had two final exams next week, and I thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea to go back through all my notes for math and make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything important, but that could wait until later. For now, I was a free mare.
So since I wasn’t going to get anything useful done, I went back to my dorm and then went to Ruth's room because her door was open, and she dressed me up in a shirt and lounging pants like she was wearing and then took a selfie with me and put it on her Facebook, and then we sat on her bed together and talked until it was dinnertime, and I took the clothes back off, which kind of disappointed her.
I asked if she was going to change (Peggy didn't like wearing her lounging clothes outside of the dorm), but she said that she was going to go to dinner in her lounging clothes because it was the last day of class.
The bad meals over the last few days had probably been so that they could save up enough bits for their big dinner: they had four special sections this time, one with American food, one with Chinese, one with Mexican, and one with Italian, and it was almost too much to choose from. So I wound up with a spring roll and fortune cookie, a little pasta with white sauce, and a taco, and if I'd thought I could eat more I would have taken a piece of pizza, too.
All of my tablemates had also mixed up their dinners, and so had everyone else I saw.
Christine said that they were doing this to make us not remember all the bad dinners we'd had, the ones with the beef patties floating in pools of oil, or the tater tots that were raw inside, and Sean said that was probably true, but he didn't care because right now he had the most American meal ever, which was a beef patty with cheese and bacon between two slices of pizza.
Christine said that she didn't know why she was dating him, and he said it was because she had bad taste in everything, which was why she liked Star Wars, and I thought she was going to punch him but she didn't.
Instead, she finished her food and got up and came back with a long loaf of bread and she said that George Lucas was her god, and when Sean looked over at her, she said that there can be only one and smashed him in the head with the bread. And when he started to object, she jabbed him with the broken loaf and said that she was settling the argument like a mature adult.
So he got up and came back with a chocolate cream pie, and he stood right across her at the table and held it up in his hand and said that there was only one proper way to end an argument over dinner, and she dropped her bread and pushed her chair back so fast I thought she was going to fall over, then he just set it in the center of the table and began lifting wedges out and putting them on our plates.
I only ate half of mine, 'cause I was full, and unlike my leftover breakfast when I offered it to Sean he ate it.
Everyone except Joe went to our room after dinner, and we played euchre and talked for a couple of hours, along with Ruth and Kat. Peggy made White Russians, and this time I was smart and only had two of them.
It was almost midnight by the time that Sean and Christine left. I had one more drink—only a small one—and then I flew off to Aric's house and got a little lost because I decided to fly by my apartment on the way and land on the balcony and look inside and then I thought I'd take a shortcut but flew in the wrong direction. Luckily I knew my way around the neighborhood pretty well and figured out that I'd gone the wrong way after only a block.
I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I fumbled with the key for a little bit before deciding that it would be easier to go through his window. It was half-open, and he had put a screen at the bottom to keep bugs out, but that was easy to push aside, and then I got the window a little bit further open but not quite enough and I got stuck on the sill and he had to rescue me. Which he had a hard time with, mostly because he kept laughing, and when he finally got a good grip on my pasterns, he said that maybe he ought to call the paramedics and have them meet me with a gurney.
I stuck my tongue out at him and once he'd helped me inside I said that if he'd left his window wider open that I could have flown right in and not had a problem.
He said that the screen wasn't bigger, so he couldn't unless he wanted moths and stuff to get it, and I said that I didn't mind moths. They were the butterflies of the night.
He wanted to finish up what he was doing on his computer, so I stretched out on the bed and had almost fallen asleep when he got in bed, even though it wasn't all that long. He kissed me and asked if I'd been drinking and I nodded. And he asked if I was really tired, and I said I wasn't that tired.
Pasta and tacos all at once?
Sounds weird...
Self-depreciating humor in all it's glory.
Sir Mix a Lot anyone?
So you're telling us there was an exchange of bodily fluids.
A meal like that should automatically shoot off fireworks and sprout American flags.
It would be a rare day when Silver Glow was that tired.
You mean maize, nuts, berries and bison meat?
When in doubt, use your butt to open windows.
Having eaten in a college cafeteria all semester, Silver should understand why Americans are the most overweight people in the world.
Richard Pryor said one big difference between the USA and the rest of the world is that in America you can always get something to eat. The rest of the world, if you are hungry at 2am, you could starve to death but in America if you have money or a gun you can always find someone to give you food.
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He meant 'Murican
Silver and Joe have very different metrics of success. He just cares about his grades. She cares about the actual knowledge gained. I definitely side with the pony here.
There's a definite bittersweetness here. Still, not much time to dwell on it. Silver has finals to prepare for, and she's clearly not the cramming sort.
Has Silver seen or heard any of David Bowie's works?
(some of the poems on that last day of her class were intro-/retro-spective, and thinking about them led to me rewatching the music video for Lazarus, and it occurred to me that she might like some, or even all, of his works. It is said by some that he was a kind of poet, and I think they are not wrong.)
Maybe you should lay off the sunflower seeds, Silver.
So, in Equestria's school system, do they learn about how Dale's and Lyra's eventual hookup and relationship furthered the bringing together of the two worlds? I'd love to hear Silver's thoughts on the matter.
I bet Silver fully supports Celestia's efforts to sleep in just once, even if it's never a thing she would do herself.
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I'm not quite sure why, but I'm finding that comment hilariously disturbing. I'm picturing someone going on a late night taco run and accidentally bringing their 12-gauge instead of their wallet...
Or maybe a couple of guys in ski masks busting into a grocery store instead of a bank. "Everybody put their hands in the air! You there! Fill this bag with prime rib! And a bag of potato chips! The ruffled kind, damn it!"
Would higher class establishments have minimum firearms requirements? "Sir, I don't care who your father is. You are not getting a table at Chez Snootier with a rusty Mosin Nagant! Come back when you are properly equipped. Hmph. Philistines. "
... My brain is a strange, strange place.
Some nice work recently on combining two types of randomness, one of non crossing paths, variation of brownian motion, and the other of area geometry, as in landscapes. Showing that only one number each is needed for the parameter to define each of them, and they have a given relationship.
The more randomness is solved, the far more realistic procedural reality can be created with given coding. And Elite, the origional, created a universe with less than 40k of code.
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...and then you find that they don't carry enough after 10PM to make change for a Mossberg, and you have to trudge back home and get your Glock....
I've never really gotten that mindset. I've gone into every final with the intent to get an A, although I want to go to grad school so I need to keep my GPA up. I've never calculated what grade I needed to get and I've never even thought about putting all "b" even in the class where I got 148% on the midterm.
I also don't get many multiple choice tests, even in classes like chem.
my school would step up the quality for school tours.
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They do, but they also learn about Kate and Discord's misadventures: Zecora's attempt to treat her with wormwood led to wild hallucinations and at one point she hooked up with Discord; then in a magical mishap, she got sent back in time and gave birth to Tirek.
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Poor Kate. No wonder Silver's such a prude.
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"Mister Tolbert, please be reasonable, sh-"
"When I says 'no,' I mean it! This danged varmint has been raidin' m'feeders every day for two weeks!"
"Mister-"
"It's about time somebody learned her some danged manners, and I finally caught 'er!"
"Mist-"
"So listen yerself good: I don't take kindly to tresspassers. If she wants t'play birdie, then fine, but I keeps what I catch!"
"Please, Mister Tolbert, she's a foreign national here on a student visa. Please untie her and we promise she'll never do it again."
"Mmmmffffp!"
"Silver! Not helping!"
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It's the American way. We've even got taco pizza.
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The best relationships are built on it.
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Not particularly relevant, but the first CD I owned was Baby's Got Back. It was a gift from a friend; I don't know if he thought I would like it or was making a joke.
7454755
Yes. Yes I am.
Well, it's not quite American enough . . . it doesn't have a Krispy Kreme doughnut.
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It would be.
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Heh, oops.
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Although she's wise enough (or not American enough) to mostly choose healthy food and in reasonable proportions. But yeah, if someone tells her how overweight Americans are and she reflects on it a little bit, she'll understand why.
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Sadly, our American system seems to grade more and more on whether you can answer questions correctly on a test, rather than if you actually know anything. I've learned over the years that it's more useful to develop a way of thinking, rather than to be able to memorize the dates of important historical battles.
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Probably not.
I think that music and poetry are often very much the same thing . . . maybe a little less, now, with the almost formulaic top-forty pop songs. Nevertheless, you raise a good point, and I do think she'd enjoy some of his songs. One of my favorite Bowie songs is Port of Amsterdam.
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This is pure brilliance. I can see someone robbing 7-11 and telling the cashier that they don't want any money, just a couple of slurpees and some hot dogs off the roller grill.
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When you get down to the nuts and bolts, it's all just a big equation.
We live in the Matrix.
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Sometimes for required classes outside your major, though . . . I had to pass a foreign language class to graduate, and I did, but not by a whole lot, and it wasn't entirely for a lack of studying--I was just bad at Latin. Really, really bad.
They just avoided showing us the dining hall. They'd point to the building it was in, and then go on with the tour.
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Yeah, that's pretty much what would happen.
I wonder if Equestrian farmers set pegasus traps?
7458058 not just an aspiring country singer, but a bad one at that.
good movie.
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I'd absolutely love it... if you really can convey the mindset of the character in question, then that's brilliant (and more often than not infuriating to a modern mind). Equestria is brimming with opportunities like that. But you're probably right.
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Uh... where was I? Right. For some reason I didn't comment on the last utterly beautiful three chapters. For shame. Reading your diligent replies to almost each and every comment is just as fun as reading the actual story though.
The SG's journal could have a comments section for its comment section.
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I started to read some poetry (not regularly, mind you, but in the occasional spurt) when doing research for a story of my own, so I can appreciate this.
7458437 Alondro slowly roasts ponymallows over the campfire... the screams echo through the forest... *so grimdark*
7458272 Heh heh... detergent...
That makes me remember the VG Cats' Bleach parody.
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Huh, almost a decade ago already. Time flies when you're immortal...
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Yea, sadly it isn't enforced within the UK. Though there are growing calls for such.
7458457 At least it's not dragons comparing flavors of ponies.
Which they do because dragons are the evil spawn of teh devils and will bring about the Ponycalypse! YOU'LL SEEEEEEEEE!
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True enough. Horses suffer from solanine poisoning because tomatoes are in the nightshade family... I think? But as M.A Larson once said: "canon," and it was good.
Liking the story so far. As I lazily read along a chapter for every twenty you produce.
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Don't worry, at least here canon is fine. Tomato plants are poisonous to equines because of the tomatine content, but the fruit is perfectly okay to feed your horse. Onions on the other hoof (and garlic, to a lesser degree) are poisonous to earth horses. Wasn't there a pony peddling those as well?
7458570 But it's sweetened with ethylene glycol! No calories!
*Alondro is a ghoul now... so he can still talk after being dead for months from his poison soda*
7458166 I do think that only people from the states and some of canada are wierd enough for this. The rest of America, not so much...
Sean is best human.
7458678 Their bird powers are growing...
Soon they'll do the Fusion Dance with lions and then...
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... it's over... it's all over...
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even then i don't really get it. I hated my lit class and never really believed what I wrote, but I didn't do the bare minimum required to pass the class. Again, that could be related to me wanting to go to grad school as it still effects GPA
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my personal belief is that Equestria is more technologically advanced than we are, but there isn't as much widespread adoption. It'd be like if we collectively said "meh" to smartphones and just didn't use them. They collectively decided that they didn't need things like cars meaning that they weren't developed but other modern technologies (such as video games) were developed. Of course this does have other consequences as well.
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That was brilliant, to be honest.
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Debatable . . . but certainly one that was fun to watch. I feel like I shouldn't enjoy it as much as I do.
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Bad Horse did a whole blog post about it once, somewhat recently. I think it would probably appeal to a very niche market, and I think I might be able to pull it off, maybe. I think I managed to do pretty well in Social Bathing.
Odds are by the time I hit the complete button, it'll be the second-most commented on story on FimFic, behind The Chase.
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I've said it before, but one of the most unexpected things when I started writing ponyfic was the paths research would take me in. This story has been no exception.
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So basically the reverse of Mares of Diomedes?
Diet Hemlock Soda appears to be your weakness, though.
Or rocs.
"You know, Carl, I've never liked the taste of blue ponies. What is that flavor even supposed to be?"
Hippogriffs.
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Everyone knows that it's eagles and lions that make griffons.
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It really should be. The local grocery store sells a lot of expired stuff at clearance . . . if I were a better person, I'd buy all the canned food and dry food and donate it to the local food bank.
Why the hell am I not doing that?
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I think that has more to do with eating the leaves, though. I think. I recall having that discussion on a one-shot where Twilight poisons herself eating a potato.
Well, I guess the good news is that you'll be able to stretch reading this story out until 2025 or so.
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I think we've seen onions in show, less sure about garlic.
Yeah, I think one thing that's important to remember is that for a lot of plants, parts of it are poisonous and parts aren't. If you're keeping horses, you want to keep the whole plant away, because how can you control what the horse eats? Whereas if they're raising them as a food crop, they'd know not to eat the leaves, or whatever.
My mother used to grow rhubarb, right up until I decided that the leaves looked tasty and ate some. And that wasn't my only encounter with toxic plants, either; I also ate some of a poinsettia that was in the house for Christmas, and I think after that my mom got rid of all plants that were dangerous to a curious kid.
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I've never actually eaten a taco pizza, so I can't say whether it's good or not. But it is undeniably a thing that exists.
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I had no grad school ambitions, so it didn't really matter. Although you do raise a valid point; my GPA would have been a lot higher if I hadn't had to take math, science, and foreign language classes.
I personally think that they're less technologically advanced (when applying the word 'technology' to 'things that are built'), however given some of what they can do with magic it's pretty much a wash. So they don't have cars, jet airplanes, or smartphones, but they've got nearly-perfect weather control and medical science that can heal a broken bone in a few days. So it's more of a case of the two societies focusing on different things than one being vastly superior to the other.
Wouldn't a dream 'catcher' kind of trap Luna or keep her away rather then summon her? This also raises the question, do Ponies have charms, or little rituals they do that they think help call Luna to their dreams?
Also does she check in on the humans in Equestria? Would be odd for the ones that don't know about her doing that, the idea of someone popping into your dreams could be rather... off putting. Even if she is just trying to help.
Love her take on pegasus outlook, if you don't plan thing in detail, it's easier to just go with the wind and deal with things as they are. It does show a lot about who she is, she lives very much in the moment, she has plans for the long term, but only in vague ways.
She is also very good at getting the humans trained to serve the ponies, carrying their trays for them and everything.
Yes Silver, perish the thought of being late to Poetry class! It's just, so adorable how much she loves that class.
Except, reading poetry in the rain might get distracting as the area starts to smell like wet pony. Then again she might pop up and try to give them a free spot from the rain, which would be awesome.
"Cubicles where she could read to her hearts content." Someone never pushed the new guidelines on how to talk to ponies about this stuff, for their own safety. Or the guidelines were specific enough to just limit it to 'Scary Purple Alicorn's that just, would not, leave!"
Aric's ''plastic block' buildings.... Legos?
Anyone would be upset at waking up in a ponyless bed, it's such a tragedy.
Silly nesting pony trying to put together a cloud pad for herself to live on. Be glad your sillyness is adorable.
"My cloud floatd away" really does sound like some sort of expression they'd have.
And of course everyone wants to tie a cloud to a tree, it's just absurd and bizarre enough to be amazing.
Also yes, very, very naughty pony not checking your e-mail. Though hard to expect her to do it excessively given how little she's used it. Still, great timing on the call just as she's looking at it, and.. just.. just.. so perfectly Silver to finish replying to the e-mail anyway just cuase she feels rude not doing so. She is almost OCD about being polite with these things.
A movie showing how NOT to drive trucks..... fair enough. Also, that's a bad human, no tease the pony like that! Things do not explode like that so easily.... unless it's a Pinto.
But she gets back with a bit of Pony-Teasing, and she does it so rarely, it works all the better, no one expects it.
These last few chapters have just been full of silly pony being silly, now stealing the sunflower bag just because. Maybe part of her anxeity over things coming up, and being unsure about the changes leading to her being a bit.. odder?
"Michagan is a very big state" Suuuuuure.... what would she think of being in Texas?
More proof Equestria is a paradise, jobs that realize, it's okay to goof off and relax when there isn't anything important to do, long as you bust your ass when it's needed. Rather then insisting on finding bitch work to make sure you are 'productive' every second you are on the clock.
Cats...... at some point, there shall be a grand battle between ponies and cats, for who shall be the true master of the humans! Though best description of the nature of cats is from Terry Pratchett. "If cat's looked like frogs, we'd realize what evil buggers they really are." Also, see, Silver proving ponies are part cat... so maybe they could share?
ohhhh that poem, just.. just.... beautiful, so perfect for her, so, just very very Silver Glow.
I do like how the agents handled the apartment thing, give her time to make arrangements of her own, or tell them what she wanted, before moving in and taking steps to help set things up, while still leaving it to her to decide. Do think they might have talked to her about this earlier, but at the same time, appreciate them letting her do her thing and just being there to act as a safety net as needed.
And of course she wants the one they all see as a dump, because it's quaint, and small, and has a landing pad... errr balcony. Something to note for future pegasus students, arrange to get them rooms with balcony access.
Pity we never got Silver and Cayenne hooking up in Chicago and having a wild mare's night out. Seeing her react to other pony's usual partying would be hilarious.
And yes Silver, they get storms that just go and do whatever the fuck they want all the damn time.
Mutual drool. Disgusting, yet still adorable.
Can really relate to her mood today, being just, kind of.. out of it, having a major change coming and not being sure how to feel, just, kind of overwhelmed and uncertain of everything...
While still being a silly, silly pony who is super serious about the not wasting food, for reasons that make sense, and can't get that.. no one working the tray recovery would want to trust eating food left on a tray.
Much like her friends need reminders now and then that Silver isn't some innocent little virgin, it's nice to get the story reminding us that Cayenne is actually a physics major. She just seems so not the type.
Before reading on, I marked a note joking about only needing 2 of 50 multiple choice questions right with 'just fill in B for all of them' Just to see the joke made in the story itself..... that was awesome. Granted, likely would piss off the teacher doing that.
And is good to see Silver learning from her time here, even the classes she takes, learning to see things with a broader perspective. To realize what she sees alone isn't the whole story. Pony gained a point of Wisdom.
Ruth just loves playing 'Dress the pony'... OHHH should have her meet Gusty, heh.
Bacon cheesburger between pizza slices is not THE most American meal ever. It also needs to be deep fried first.
Love the call back to 'settling things like adults' Also nice highlander reference.
Windows being to small to easily fit through when drunk #pegaproblems.
Also 'butterflies of the night' d'awwwwwwwww
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Wouldn't a dream 'catcher' kind of trap Luna or keep her away rather then summon her?
There has been some discussion of this in the comments. The consensus is that a properly made dreamcatcher would trap Luna.
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That's actually a really good question. I have to think that they do, although I have no idea what form such charms or rituals might take. Something like moonstone is an obvious choice.
In Onto the Pony Planet, she does.
I don't think that that's all pegasi--there are probably pegasus Twilight Sparkles out there, who need to plan everything in detail (and honestly, they might be the ones best suited to long-term weather planning), but there's something to be said about Silver Glow's more spontaneous approach to life. Long-term goal, yes, but no real short-term goals; those things happen when they happen.
And the best part is that she doesn't even know it's happening.
Can you blame her? Conrad is in very many ways the human version of herself.
I think it would work out all right. And honestly, I don't remember wet pony smelling off-putting. Maybe in a confined space, but if they're actually outside, I think it would be nice. As long as the books are reasonably water-resistant.
There are places in the college library where you can hide from the staff reasonably easily, and I have to figure that Twilight would find and exploit them all. And, since she almost certainly files books back where she got them from, nobody would know that there had been an alicorn in there all night, obsessively reading through the books.
Correct!
Every morning I am disappointed.
It's that nesting instinct again. And pegasi are really the best at it. She could, hypothetically, gather together enough moisture from morning showers to make at least a cloud pillow if she really wanted to.
The one real drawback to cloud homes--it might not be where you'd left it in the morning. No matter what happens to my house (excluding landslides), it--or what's left of it--will still be in the same place it was in the morning when I left for work.
Really, how often do you get to see that? This of course doesn't come up in show canon, but I bet a lot of cloud houses are tethered to something strong, so they will be where they belong with pony comes home from work.
It's hard sometimes to keep up with email (trust me!), and even more so if it's not something that you're used to. Mail coming on computer screens--convenient, but also more easily forgettable than an actual letter.
And yeah, she's really polite.
If you've ever seen that movie (which I recommend, personally), it makes sense. Here's a clip from the movie:
Pintos explode at the drop of a hat. Everyone knows that.
It's a good thing for all the humans that she's such a good pony; she could tell them pretty much anything and they'd believe it.
Plus, sunflower seeds. They're irresistible to pegasi; that's a proven fact.
That it's an even bigger state? I mean, we haven't got the biggest square mileage of some states, but we're almost in the top 10 (#11).
All proper jobs should be like that, and I think that the more risky the job is, oftentimes the more it is like that. Every feral storm that they go out and fight might be their last; they've got to be able to relax and decompress when they're not literally risking their lives in the sky.
I think that ultimately, ponies would win, since they are sapient. That might be a turn-off for some people, though. Also worth mention, I have never heard of anyone being allergic to an equine, whereas cat allergies aren't all that uncommon. I happen to be allergic to some cats.
I think that over time, the agents would have learned/been taught to give a more hands-off approach. A lot of the ponies are more mature than their age might suggest, especially when compared to the average human college student, and perfectly capable of planning things on their own. Obviously, not all of them would be terribly good at it; probably Silver Glow's backup plan would have been to make a simple, small cloudhouse and live there for the summer (which would give Mr. Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn no end of headaches).
She's a simple pony when it comes to the requirements of an apartment, especially since even the most basic human apartment necessities are more than a cloudhouse has. And for a pegasus, the balcony is about the #1 requirement.
That would be epic. Cayenne would totally outlast Silver Glow, and odds are Silver Glow would feel regret the next morning, no matter what wound up happening.
#humanproblems.
Looking back, I think this chapter was written close to the time that I got demoted from being a manager, and the uncertainty that surrounded that . . . I'm sure that some of that bled through into the story (but hey, write what you know).
Ponies almost certainly have a less robust food supply network than Western humans, so it makes sense to not waste food. I can't help but think all the leftover food at K goes into the trash, even though it could be recycled (even if not eaten) as pig food or compost or something. Actually, have you ever seen the Dirty Jobs where he goes to a pig farm near Las Vegas where the pigs are fed leftovers from Las Vegas buffets? Also worth watching, and the episode features the worst truck I've ever seen.
Physics majors be crazy, yo.
The best part is that that's based on real life . . . my chem final, I could not raise my grade no matter how well I did, and as long as I got better than 26%, I'd pass the class.
That's one thing that a lot of humans need to learn, to be honest. Lots of people won't bother going in depth at all, and just blindly trust what someone else says (if they even think about it at all).
She and Gusty would get along quite well. And I think that Gusty would like to see Silver Glow wearing clothes. Also, related (twitter link): Phoebe the unicorn wearing a t-shirt.
And there's got to be a Twinkie in there somewhere.
Pony houses have big enough windows for drunk pegasi to fit through.
Moths are super cool. Especially Luna Moths (or is it Lunar moths?)
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Also, I love that song.