The team finished up their breakfast and their coffee and they were strewn about in Brandon's room in front of several different devices. Spread across the screens were details and a whole slew of maps. From train maps to road maps, they had it all and they were plotting their course.
"I didn't know Twilight had two of those!" Leading Edge said, staring at one of the screens.
"She doesn't. Stop looking at that and come over here." Connie said with a stern tone. "I think I figured out what we should do."
"Oh?" Lea said, walking over to where Connie was sitting. On the monitors in front of her were several maps for trains, a few road maps for where they were. "So what's the plan then, Connie?"
"This," Connie said, pointing a hoof at one of the monitors. "Is us."
He looked at the image on screen for about two seconds before saying "Looks nothing like us."
"Smart ass." Connie said, bumping him on the shoulder. "But yeah, this is where we are. We can travel up this side road here." She said, tracing the line with the tip of a hoof. "And eventually skirt along the back roads until we reach the train here." She said, emphasizing the transfer with a little bob of the hoof.
"So what about that gap there?" Lea said, pointing at the screen. "I don't know how far that road is from the tracks, but I get the feeling it ain't small. You and I can travel that distance no problem, but we have two unicorns and an Earth pony with us."
"Yeah, I see what you mean, but humans are clever little shits. Watch this." She clicked a button and the view changed. "This is satellite view. I don't know how it works; Brandon said it was magic. There's a treeline along most of the route we'll be taking and the forest carries on towards the tracks."
"Hm. Unless anyone has a better plan, I say we take that one." Leading Edge said with a smirk.
"What about Brandon?" Connie inquired.
"What about him?"
"He knows about us. We can't just leave him here where he might tell someone about us. I don't want to kill him. Fuck that, he's not an asshole. He's been nothing but cooperative." Connie explained. "I don't know. I just hope we don't resort to killing him."
Lea shrugged. "I don't see Brandon as much of a problem. If what he's said is anything to go on, humans are the only sapient creatures on this planet. If someone went around saying there were talking horses with wings or horns in his house, they'd probably ask him what he's been smoking."
"And if they can have any." Connie said with a smirk.
Lea chuckled a bit. "You and your jokes, Connie. They never get old." He paused. "Actually, they do. They get old quite quickly, but they're amusing nonetheless." He glanced around the room before giving a firm nod. "Let's go."
The team walked into the living room. Brandon was sitting in an arm chair with a bowl of cereal. Upon seeing the team, he smiled. "What's up?"
Connie tilted her head. "Isn't it a little late to be eating cereal?"
"Nope." He said, taking another mouthful of cereal just to spite her. Connie looked at him with confusion and Brandon looked back with a neutral expression.
"Anyways, Brandon." Leading Edge said, interrupting the impromptu staring contest. "My team and I have been discussing something. I'm sure you've noticed by now the nature of the questions that we've been pestering you with. If you haven't, I'll fill you in; we're leaving."
"Wait, you're the leader?" Brandon asked, pointing at Lea, who was now sitting.
Leading Edge nodded. "Yes, I am. Connie decided to title herself as the leader in order to protect me. I am grateful to have her loyalty, but I feel somewhat odd to have someone put themselves in the line of fire to protect me."
"Don't you mean somepony?" Brandon asked, a smirk on his face.
Lea sighed. "Nope. From what I've heard, that term stopped being used a few hundred years ago. They stopped using it because it caused a bit of confusion when other species started mixing with the towns full of ponies." Leading Edge explained. "Plus, it's just stupid to say."
"Ah."
"I can not stress this enough, Brandon. Do not tell anyone about who we are or that we're even here. If you do that, we could die."
Brandon rubbed the back of his neck. "Eh, about that."
Date: 2.11.18
Time: 21:09
So I decided to start a journal about this just for the shits and giggles. I am currently along the shoulder of some back road towards Brandon's house. I'm nowhere close to his house, mind you, but whatever. So yeah, I'm going to Brandon's house. If it turns out that Brandon was just messing with me, I'm going to burn this book and deny any claims that it exists.
For whatever reason, Brandon made it a personal goal of his to create these overly complicated plans that are stupidly thorough. When I say stupidly thorough, I mean he took into account quite a bit of the things I might say. Perhaps he got it from me. Regardless, I should at least humor him. He went through all this effort after all.
For the record, I'm going to his house for two reasons. The first reason is because if it doesn't exist, I get free gas and lunch tomorrow. The second reason is ponies. That's it. It's a win-win situation and I approve.
I've got a long drive ahead of me.
Date: 2.11.18
Time: 21:31
Alright, I decided to take a bit of a break from driving. I don't know why I decided to drive in the middle of the night. For those of you who haven't had the luxury of driving at night, it's not great. Especially when you're driving on a back road like I had been doing for the past twenty minutes. The roads are narrow with no shoulder and they're not even maintained.
Now, you may be thinking "Jake, you fucking idiot, why are you traveling on a back road? Isn't there some main highway or a well maintained road between you and Brandon's house?" First of all, that's Mr. Idiot to you. Second of all, that's what I thought when I set off. However, nothing in life is ever easy. Brandon lives in Vancouver. I, however, do not. I live off in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.
But yeah, I'm starting to have my doubts about this endeavor. I'm spending a few hours of my time and quite a bit of my gas to travel to my friend's house because he said something about ponies. This might not actually be as much of a win-win situation as I had originally thought.
This better be fucking worth it, Brandon.