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// Log 4152: Now what? 
// Story: Equestrian Human 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Well, I guess that was a pretty pointless meeting. All my "dad" really did was insult me a couple times, and then suddenly get overly interested in the fact that I had accidentally told him about some Earth tech. Hopefully, he doesn't have any out-of-prison goons to send after me.

Now then, back to the entire point of being in Equestria: trade relations. After asking around as to what was the best way to get a private audience with the Queen, of whom I assume is Celestia, they said that all we really had to do was find her.

It's not because she's always in hiding, but because outside of times when she's holding day court, she's usually just out and around in disguise. Apparently.

Either that, or schedule an appointment in advance, which, according to some ponies we asked, sometimes takes months to occur. So, I guess that's pretty much out of the question.

And that brings me back to the point of this log: Now what?



Hey, Gadget. Long time no talk. How's the mission going?

Not that well. We've just been in this cycle of discovering something groundbreaking, then realizing that it likely won't help in any way. Like, I found out that my biological father was a high-up noble guy before he was arrested, but when I went to see him in prison, all he did was--

Wait, you found your biological father? Why was he arrested?

For booting me to Earth because he wanted a son.

...

Yeah, stupid, right?

Wow.

Welp. Seems like Delmar needs to go to work now. He grabbed a position at this soup-café thing.

Any progress as far as trying to get trade going? You've got around ten days left before they send in some guys.

What? I thought they were gonna close the portal or something.

Nah. That'd be a waste of money to trap you here. They want trade, so they're probably gonna send people in to help you. Either that, or replace you.

Well freakin' geez, tell whoever it is who said that to chill.







Delmar idly whistled as he dried some dishes in The Soup Can, Stanley flitting between the tables with a rag. Most of the customers had already left, and I was pretty much left in charge of counting stocks in the storeroom to see if we needed to order anything for tomorrow.

Though, the looming thought of going back to Earth when there's still so much to see in Equestria kinda put me in the dumps. Like, can't they just let us stay here and treat it like we immigrated or something? 'Cause technically, Delmar and I are now dual-citizens. And on top of that, having strange ponies decked out with seemingly alien gear would probably freak others out around here, especially if they just straight-up ask to see some form of leader figure or something.

"Gadget!" Stanley called from behind a seating booth, "Whaddo we need ta get? I know 'ere low on somethin' today!"

"...Um..." I began, looking over the various boxes. My eyes landed on a shriveled soda container. "Looks like we're out of Fizz-O-Cool."

Stanley paused for a moment, probably writing that down somewhere. "Anythin' else?" he continued.

"Nope!" I replied. And seriously, that storeroom has a ton more boxes than you'd think it could hold.

Though, I probably shouldn't be putting much thought into that. Gotta focus on trying to get trade going and all... 

"Hey Stan!" I shouted, emerging from the storeroom, "Any idea where the Queen is tomorrow?"

Stanley shrugged. "Last I 'eard was earlier today. Ah tink there was somma them pegasi durin' lunch saying stuff about a visit to Cloudsdall or somethin'. Ah don't remember completely."

Cloudsdall... Cloudsdale.

Bingo.