//------------------------------// // Chapter 6.5: Spitfire's Diary (Part 1) // Story: Bailing Out // by PhillyCh3zSt3ak //------------------------------// A/N: This chapter is a micro-chapter experiment which explores Spitfire's perspective on things without interrupting the story already in progress. These diary parts will take place during skips of time in which I think it's important to highlight some events taking place in said time skip. These will consist of either major events or seemly insignificant events which add up to something bigger. Being in the style of diaries they will have a day stamp as well as Spitfire being the "I" in these chapters, as aforementioned. The release schedule on these mini-chapters for right now will be shortly after the main chapter goes up or when I run into writer's block, or have to do a project and can only let one of these little chapters up. Sorry about taking up a whole bunch of space explaining that, enjoy the diary entries. June 21, 2020 So it's been three days since I got here. On this new world of which I still have no idea how I got here. A lot has happened, mainly surviving in a desert, I never thought I'd have to do that. When I get back home I'm definitely making the rest of the teams do a desert survival course, maybe even a jungle and arctic class as well. I want to have all the bases covered. So I met a nice guy. Or, well, not a nice guy at first. Then again I did sort of break into his house and used his shower without his permission. I did have karma come and get me because he questioned me for a good ten minutes while I was butt naked with a gun to my face, of which I should ask if I can take a look at it later, before he let me get dressed. He asked me a bunch of questions concerning my history and home, of which it seems to be that home is a world inhabited by talking Technicolored ponies as interpreted by this world. Many things about this world echo mine. They have radios, but they're called television sets. Well they also have radios, but they're used as a different from what we use them as. Andrew and his people, the guy's name is Andrew by the way, use radios for mainly music and talk radio shows. The shows that we have on radios, you know the ones with stories attached for enjoyment purposes, are mainly on TV channels. None of his people can fly without the assistance of airplanes, which we do have, but they have faster ones called jets. Of which I got to experience first hand while flying. They can easily break the sound barrier and cause a sonic boom and are much faster than any of us can fly, even the Wonderbolt candidate Rainbow Dash, which is astonishing indeed. Where was I? Oh yes. So apparently Andrew is some sort of living lie detector because when I told him my story he believed it without any doubts, then again touching my wings to prove that I'm not a crack-rattled (note to self: ask what crack is) burglar with a obsession with augmentations (also ask what augmentations are, though I have an idea what they are). It was odd, it's been a while since someone touched my wings like that. Well others have touched them before, mainly masseuses, but they were also angels that understood where the erogenous zones are and how to avoid them; well unless you're getting an erotic massage, but that's another story all together. Andrew said that he's going to take me to the mall tomorrow to get me some a week's worth of clothing because he has no idea how to get me home nor do I, but he said he'd look into it, or at least he hinted at that. He's being nice enough by offering his bed to me tonight to sleep in while he sleeps on his recliner. He also gave me this notebook where I can write my diary/journal in, I should get to sleep now, tomorrow's a new day. June 22, 2020 Well Andrew took me to the mall and let me say it was an interesting experience. What could I possibly mean? Oh right, he slashed some bimbo's tires when she cut him off in the parking lot and took two parking spots by parking cockeyed. Let's just leave it at this, I wouldn't want to piss him off. He said that he was in the Army, the uniform that he was in last night would seem to support that statement. Anyway back to the mall. We spent the better part of the day getting me stuff. Wearing the same sports bra for four days in a row is sort of uncomfortable, and walking around a mall in men's clothing made me feel a little self-conscious Which is the funny thing. I can prance and fly around in the skin tight flight suit that shows off my curves, buttocks, and breasts that are provided to the teams; but put me in men's clothes and I shy away. A total "what the fuck" moment On to shopping though. I only tried on one pair of jeans, but that's because once I learned that the store's sizing worked the same way as it does back home I just grabbed six other pairs before moving on to shirts. I picked a variety of stuff from just your regular t-shirts to some nicer looking blouses. Who knows, maybe they'll be of use for me, especially if I get a job here. I like being laid back, but sometimes being dressed up is a good thing. Socks were pretty easy, I got a mix between short ones and longer ones. We had a nice little lunch in the food court. It's amazing how similar things are here. That gives me a little homelike comfort, this will keep me from going bat-shit insane. I remember some of the comfort food that mom made me when I was having a bad day when I was a kid, grilled cheese and tomato soup. I should make it one of these days. After we finished lunch Andrew and I made a bet on whoever could finish their shopping first. I went to buy lingerie, a week's worth of comfortable bras and panties, one set of comfortable sleepwear, and a pair of something sexy if I'm here long enough to make a relationship or attachment. Or a one night stand, who knows? Anything could happen. Somehow Andrew managed to finish before me by both buying a new fancy phone like his, but he said that the "operating system" was different. I'll have to ask later what that means exactly. He also bought these awesome cinnamon rolls from this place in the mall. Actually I might have an idea how he beat me, I was trying to convert my sizes over when I didn't need to. Oh well, I only have to cook either breakfast or dinner for him tomorrow as per our bet. Maybe just an omelette and bacon? I should call it a night, I have to wake up early to make that breakfast. June 23, 2020 So I made breakfast for Andrew this morning. He seemed to like it. I think I actually was lucky when cooking the bacon, I usually don't cook meat. Well I'll eat it if need be, but I don't eat it enough to actually know how to cook it exactly. Andrew could possibly show me, he talked about doing a barbecue sometime in the future. I did well on the eggs though, he seemed to like them. Over breakfast I asked what "crack" is, it turns out it's an illegal narcotic drug which is highly addictive. He thought I was breaking into his house for money, or just squatting in it since he was gone. I guess in an odd way it makes sense. Then I asked what he meant by "augmented" when talking about my wings. It turns out there are people that surgically implant things into their skin more as a fashion statement more than anything else. External augmentations like wings are robotic and though they connect to the muscles in the back, they don't have any of the nerve endings attached to them or something like that. The most common kind are eye replacements for those with cataracts or lost eyes as well as limbs amputated. Interesting indeed. At least those unfortunate enough to have that happen again have a chance at a normal life. I asked if Andrew could take me out shooting sometime, he said "maybe." I'm starting to think maybe he doesn't trust me with a weapon quite yet. Or he doesn't want to be shown up by a girl. Maybe a little both? He asked if I could fly again since I haven't shown him yet. I still have to see if I even can. I'll go out tonight after he nods off and I'll see if I even can. June 24, 2020 I'm starting to feel guilty leeching off of Andrew. I asked if I could get any kind of job. He repeated the same thing he did the other day where I'd need papers or something involving the legal system. He said he'd ask around the neighborhood if anyone needed a babysitter. He's a nice guy, and I have to admit I'm starting to fall for him. Perhaps it's Stockholm syndrome (I looked it up on the internet) or just a crush? Or maybe it's something more? I don't know, I'm going to have to think about it. June 29, 2020 Andrew is freaking awesome. He landed me this babysitting gig last week with this young mother next door. She needed me a few afternoons and nights a week. It only pays maybe $100 a day, but that's pretty good from what Andrew's told me. Little Elena is such a sweetheart. Based on what Andrew told me about kids this generation being spoiled brats Elena's mother must have been doing something right for her not to be a brat. She wants me to come back over tomorrow to sit until seven and I'll get another hundred. My pay doesn't really pay the bills all that much, but it does cover at least the food expenses though. There's been some odd activity lately by the airbase, but Andrew said to dismiss it. He also said that sometimes air traffic got heaver by the base when they get supplies or when a shipment of troops is being brought back home or being shipped out. So it's nothing to worry about. Hopefully. I made some grilled cheese and tomato soup tonight since I thought it would be nice for us to swap off every once in a while. Tomorrow should be fun.