And Then Came Cheerilee's Good Words
“-And I don't even think she's bothered to read any of the letters I sent.” Cheerilee muttered into her glass of smooth cider. She hiccuped once. Twice. And then remembered that she had more to say. “I thought if I could make a personal visit, I could get a feel on how things were in there.”
“Remember what you said about self-study?” Her drinking companion and beloved big sister, Berry Punch snorted. “That's a new one.”
“She refused to call it home-schooling. Just refused. She started getting all nervous like I was going to start yelling at her.” Cheerilee slammed her hoof down, bouncing the glasses on the counter and gaining the barkeep's ire. She chuckled nervously under his gaze and went back to her drink. “What do you think happened in Canterlot? I mean, what did they do to her up there?”
“Who knows?” Rose's voice chimed in behind Cheerliee, causing her to fall off her stool. “Thanks for the warm seat, Saint Cheerilee. Feels nice and toasty.” Rose stepped over her and had the nerve to rub her rear three times into her seat for good measure.
Cheerilee growled as she struggled onto her shaky legs with a hoof ready to teach a Rose a good lesson. She softly bopped Rose on the head and took the seat on the other side of Berry. Rose pounded on the counter for the bartender's attention and demanded the all the strong stuff in a tiny martini glass with a pink umbrella.
Cheerilee and Berry shared a look and rolled their eyes.
While she waited, Rose did what she did best. “So this Twilight you two kept on gabbing about, you think she might be another nutter.” Rose paused for dramatic effect. “Another... Daily Daisy?”
With that name uttered, all three off them shuddered as the bartender gave free drinks at the sound of that name. The entire bar quieted down for a spell before rising back up to its merry volume of clinks and slurps.
Cheerilee groaned, shaking the horror out of her mind.
Daily Daisy.
Rose just had to bring up that demented mare.
Her school granted therapist had gone out of his way to remind her not every parent was a Daily Daisy and that there was a legal limit to as far as she could interfere with her students' lives. But it was crystal clear to her that she had the chance, the absolute opportunity to step in and guide Twilight and her child. What parent wanted to really become a Daily Daisy? If they had only given the mare help when they saw the signs of...
The words of her therapists rippled through her thoughts. Cheerilee fought against them. She wasn't gaining a hero complex. She didn't have any guilt issues. She was just doing a teacher's duty.
Cheerilee took another swig from her glass and whirled her head around the bar, The Drinking Hole. With the holidays starting up and the bulk of her grading pushed out of the way, she finally had some time to spend with her sister and of course, Rose. Cheerilee sighed, the sweet tang burning her throat as she licked her lips. Berry swore by the bar's finely mixed cider and Cheerilee could see the appeal.
Good liquor always had Cheerilee quaking like a duck.
With another annoying hiccup, Cheerilee waved the barkeep down for another hit. She probably wasn't doing the mysterious Twilight Sparkle any favors about blabbing her woes here and near Rose.
“She is a unicorn.” Berry added, making things even worse. Daily Daisy was a unicorn too. “The inbreeding up in Canterlot is pretty fierce. Might have scrambled her brains on how to properly ask for assistance. All unicorns think they're too good for it...”
Cheerilee's mouth opened and closed as she thought of the best way to scold her sister. Then she hiccuped and decided to ignore it. Berry was just trying to help in that mean-spirited drunk way.
“Remember how they had to drag that psycho away in chains... Did any of you see the massive tunnels under her house? The basement where she did her 'work'.” Rose rattled off, spinning on the stool. “She was one crazy basket-case, that freak. So obsessed with magic that she would even-” Rose paused to make a spazzy imitation of a pony being sucked through Daily's machine. The terrible sounds sent chills down Cheerilee's spine. She heard that thing, that wicked machine in action... Oh Celestia...
“That's enough, Rose.” Cheerilee interrupted. Who knew what went on in Rose's head? “Anyways, I know and know that Twilight is trying to do what's best for Spike, being that he's a dragon and needs special attention... But I think if we got him into my class, we could work something out!” Cheerilee raved longer than she meant to but to make her note clear, she knocked the rest of her drink down.
Rose whistled and Berry glared at her.
“Dose she really think if she shuts him and herself in that library, that it would change things? What is she going to do when he gets old enough to ask the right questions?”
“Cheerilee...” Berry said softly, sounding sober. Cheerilee glared at her. Nobody wanted to hear her sister sound reasonable. “She is Spike's parent. She's well within her rights to do what she thinks is best for her brat.” She side-eyed Cheerilee's flushed face and sighed as if seeing something she didn't like. “When all of this hits the fan, do you really want to have your name mentioned with hers? She might be another Daisy and you a Mrs. Primp?”
“Or she could be a Slate.” Rose mentioned, wagging her head and trying to stick up her hair. Her bright red hair reminded her of that strange stallion obsessed with student-parent meetings. Thank Celestia, she decided not go on that house call on that fateful day. “Don't forget, Slate Tip. Uni~corns...”
All three shuddered again.
“How is his wife?” Rose wondered aloud. “I mean, did she ever get of that self-induced coma?”
“Here's that drink.” The bartender interrupted, dropping a pristine glass of petal pool wine with a pink umbrella like Rose ordered.
“Are you sure you that you should be drinking something-” Cheerilee started to say as Berry demanded that Rose buy her one too. Cheerilee switched gears. “Berry, come on. You've been drinking willow sap pints for the last hour or so. Changing to something floral will not do your stomach any good.”
“Cheerilee,” Rose snickered. “You're talking like I was going to buy her anything. I haven't forgotten what you did to my sofa, Berry!”
“I am not responsible for anything I did sober.” Berry sniffled. “My lawyers said so.” She insisted. “It's a genuine condition. You saw the paper I got from those docs.”
“I also remember tearing that paper in front of you!” Rose snarled before gulping down her glass and shouting for another. “But getting back to the point, Bum-Berry. What if this Twilight is THE Twilight Sparkle? Cheerilee, what are you going to do about that? Cheerilee...”
“Come on, Rose... You know, I'm good for it. I won't even call you Lucky Thorn anymore.”
“You just did, you bint!”
“I just think I should go at it in a different way.” Cheerilee rambled, ignored as Rose and Berry started shouting louder. “I don't want to be like my predecessor, letting things go unchecked until it gets too big to ignore.” She tried to push herself up and used the counter as a balance but her hoof slipped. Cheerilee fell off her stool and went into a hiccuping fit.
“-And to answer you question, Rose. There's no way in Tartarus that Twilight could be the same Twilight. Do you know how many Twilight, nothing mind how many Twilight Sparkle are out there? Just this morning, I was in a small, competitive drinking contest with a Twilight Twinkle-Spark and he said-”
“I was too subtle.” Cheerilee hiccuped. “I can do better than that.”
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Ponyville has to be using lead pipes for it's drinking water system.
And 25 Quatloos says Spike is better educated than Cherilee.
Wellthat explains the towns ponies. They're all drunk! No wonder they're so dumb all the time!
So they don't know who Twilight is? Really?
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It's funny that they are talking about unicorns but they're acting out stereotypes themselves. All three of them are earth ponies and they are getting drunk off their rockers. Cheerilee especially.
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Season 1... I can claim this.
You see, the bulk of Twilight's adventures happened with only Twilight's friends around to witness them. And Twilight herself doesn't go out of her way to socialize anyone. She could be THE Twilight Sparkle, savior of Equestria but why is she staying in a library then? Sure, they see her running around and barking orders, but have the ponies listened or did they just run away?
And I would argue that Twilight in action is practically a different pony compared to Twilight in the library.
5414122 I wasn't even saying that at all. Hell, I don't even know what an EP stereotype would be, because they're fictional! All I know is the Ponyville stereotype of being dumb, gullible, attracted to the newest thing. And with the collective group memory of a goldfish. They're like a small child you'd distract with shiny keys.
Then again, I'm not surprised Ponyville's residents are racist. *looks at Zecora* Very,very, vey racist.
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Hmm interesting... Could you give specific examples of this?
5414339 Both times with the Flim Flam Brothers, Mare Do Well, Cheese Sandwitch (just after singing a song about how much they love Pinkie even), Luna Eclipsed, Bridle Gossip, and that's all that comes to mind without me having to really sit down and think about it.
So I guess they just forgot about this happening a few days ago?
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"Spike, take a note please. I, Princess Celestia, hereby decree that the unicorn Twilight Sparkle shall take on a new mission for Equestria. She must continue to study the magic of friendship. She must report to me her findings from her new home in Ponyville."
Maybe Cheerilee, Berry, and Rose are just to drunk to be thinking clearly.
Anyway, this is a great story. I love the part about social interactions and conversational expectations for an introvert from Twilight's perspective. That really resonated with me.
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I really hope there will be more about this Daily character.
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Seriously, Ponyville has to be using lead pipes for their water supply. It explains so much.
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A Ponyville stereotype could be that they come up with excuses to have holidays every other week and they like up for miles to get wasted.
okay, wow, this story fell apart almost instantly. Suddenly everyone in town is sitting around snockered out of their minds, blabbing about how they think Twilight is some sort of child abusing psycho? WTF? At what point did Cheerilee and her friends all turn into drunken, bitchy assholes? And bigoted, stupid ones at that?
And damn, author, what the HELL kind of homeschoolers have YOU been hanging out with?
For the record, not only are home schoolers on record as being overwhelmingly better educated than public schooled kids--- routinely blowing them out of the water on the SATs, PSATs, and other standardized tests--- but they're also on record in psychiatric studies stretching over 20 years as being better socialized and generally more emotionally healthy and stable than public schooled kids. Something to do with being socialized by their parents rather than by packs of feral children... (Gods above, when did we start expecting teenagers to civilize one another instead of adults? When did a cross between a union-run idiot factory and the Shawshank Redemption become a substitute for an education and a childhood?) It's the public school kids who are coming out the other end as ignorant, barely civilized spastic freaks, not the homeschoolers.
But perhaps I'm just a trifle bitter about the libelous stereotype.
And DAMN didn't this story get grimdark quick. Daily Daisy and her ill-described pony processing machine... what the HELL was that in reference to? When did quaint-yet-charmingly-eccentric Ponyville turn into Fridge Horror Psycho Central?
And they DON'T KNOW WHO TWILIGHT IS? Celestia stood right in town square in front of them all and made a PROCLAMATION about why she was there. Is everyone in Ponyville supposed to be terminally retarded?
Okay, cute concept: Twilight runs afoul of well-meaning, small-town busybodies. Comedy of errors, sort of thing... But Good LORD you gotta go back and overhaul this chapter. I know the stereotypes about small town communities, but I get the feeling you've never been within a league's march of actual small-town life and are having to cobble together bits and pieces you picked up from pop culture and hollywood stereotypes--- I see influences here ranging everywhere from Mayberry to Deliverance.
6065495 did you not read the this is an au?
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You can't trust that event! I mean, Bonbon claims to have seen it twice, from two different angles, but with the same two mares beside her, and almost nopony had cutie marks that day!