Now then. Next destination, Cloudsdale. The only problem? Neither of us are pegasi. And neither of us even know how to get a chariot ride or whatever up to the place.
Though based entirely off of how we were found by a freakin' helicopter before, I'm pretty sure that chariots here are just as ancient as they were on Earth.
So... I guess we'll have to figure out a way to scrape together enough money for a plane or something. Maybe our own helicopter, even.
...This would've been so much easier if I could still teleport.
Anyways, I guess if we're gonna be able to get up to Cloudsdale anytime soon, we'd probably better start getting some cash on hand. I mean, sure, we've still got my stash-slash-inheritance, but that probably won't last very long in the first place, so it'd probably be better to keep it safe for now instead of blowing it all on a private plane or whatever.
Which means that along with Delmar working for Stan, I'll probably have to find work to, but given that I'm a minor, and based off of my existing knowledge of the workplace regulations, I'll probably not be allowed to work anyways... at least, for longer than a few hours like I currently do with Delmar when things get busy. Either way, it probably wouldn't hurt to take a walk along the streets just to see the options.
Wait.
Is that a flying taxi?
...
...
Wat.
"Delmar!" I burst as I shot into the Soup Can, "There's freakin' SKY TAXIES here!"
Except Delmar was in the backroom doing some dishes, and quite a few people and ponies were now staring at me. Including Stanley himself.
Stan sighed slowly, and motioned for me to head into the back.
"Gadget--Zoey, whichever ya prefer..." Stanley began calmly, "Next time, maybe wait a sec 'er two before ya start shoutin' up the place, eh?"
I nodded. Stan grunted in approval, and left.
I turned in the direction of Delmar, who was... apparently practicing levitation at the moment using paper cups.
"Delmar!" I said quietly, "There's a taxi service that looks like it might be able to get us to Cloudsdale!"
Delmar raised a brow, setting the cups down messily. "Is that so?" He began, "How much does it cost?"
I shrugged. "Idunno, but it seems like they work kinda like miniature blimps, based off of what I saw."
"Well, alright then," Delmar agreed, "Once we're done for the day, we'll see what we'll do about that."