June 9 [Peggy Goes Home]
June 9
I woke up at my usual time but didn't get right out of bed to go flying, because I wanted to stay with Peggy until it was time for her to leave. So I sat at my desk and wrote in my journal some—it's almost time for a new notebook—and then thought about how it hadn't really been all that hard to put everything that we had in a few little boxes and bags and in a couple of days if anyone came into the room they would never know who had been here, and that was a kind of strange thing to think.
I guess I hadn't known who was in this room before us. Maybe it was someone who was still at college or maybe it was someone who had graduated and didn't need the room anymore.
Seems like almost everyone sleeps in really late when they don't have to go to classes, but Peggy's alarm started beeping and she didn't get up right away—she reached out from under the covers and turned it off—but the second time it started she pushed back the covers and sat up and then got out of her bed and the first thing she did was take off all the bedding and fold it up and then she stuffed it in a sack. She said that would motivate her not to get back in bed, because it was a long drive and she wanted to get to Omaha before it was too late, which was going to be where she spent the night. Colorado was too far away to get there in only one day.
She took a quick shower and got dressed in the clothes she'd set out last night, and then she put her lounging clothes in her backpack, along with her soap and shampoo. She left the towel hanging on the end of her bed so it could dry off some before she left, and then we went to breakfast together.
A lot of people must have left yesterday, because the dining hall was nearly empty. The selection of food was smaller, too; there wasn't anyone making omelets, and half the spots in the hot food counter were empty.
They still had all the different cereals, and I thought about having some of the Lucky Charms that Christine liked so much, but I stuck with my normal breakfast instead, and it seemed like it was too soon that we were done eating, and we couldn't put it off any longer, so we took our dishes back and went back to our room and she got her bags and draped the towel over my back and we went to Cobalt and she put the last of her things in the car and hung the towel over the shotgun seat and then we hugged each other and she got in Cobalt and drove off and when it turned around the corner and disappeared I felt so alone and going back to the room made it worse, because there was nothing there but my things all packed up except for the bedding.
How long would it be before our scents were gone, and the room was nothing more than just empty lifeless brick and tile?
I closed the window and bundled up my bedding and put it away and then I sent a telephone telegram to Aric to tell him that I was ready for him to move me.
It didn't take him too long to arrive, and he carried everything down and put it in Winston, then he waited until I had signed out and the room had been looked at to make sure that we hadn't broken it, and I gave my key to the RA and when she closed the door that was it.
I gave him the key to my apartment and said that I was going to walk over there to give me some time to think, and he nodded and said that he'd carry my stuff up and then we could figure out where to put it. And he leaned over and kissed me before he got in Winston, and he disappeared around the corner like Peggy had done, too.
I could have flown faster, but walking along the streets gave me time to think and wipe away a few tears as I thought about my friends who were now scattering like the leaves in an autumn wind.
By the time I got to my apartment, Aric had unloaded everything from Winston, and we spent all morning and some of the afternoon figuring out where it looked best. He set up my computer, although it couldn't do much because the cable that carried the internet wasn't connected; a workman was supposed to come out and turn the valve on but he wasn't going to come until tomorrow, and I would be gone then—Mister Salvatore was going to meet him and make sure that everything worked like it was supposed to.
We put all my books on the bookshelf, my poetry books and my math book and my climate science book and my philosophy books and my Bible and it was nice to see them all arranged in a little library instead of being stacked on my desk and dresser. And we hung up my posters, too, and put the waffle-maker in the kitchen and also cleaned up what was left of the food from the party. Aric thought it was strange that I put all the potato chips in one bag but that was a lot better than having half a dozen different mostly-empty bags.
He said that he would take me to get some food if I wanted, or we could eat here and get something sent over or just snack on what there was. Well, I didn't want there to be too much food in the apartment 'cause we were leaving on our trip tomorrow afternoon, but there wasn't enough to make a proper meal. But Aric said he didn't mind, and he'd just snack on some mystery potato chips while I had the rest of the vegetables.
If you eat breakfast late, it's called 'brunch,' but Aric said that neither 'lunner' or 'lupper' were real words.
After he was done eating he kissed me and told me to have fun with Meghan and said that if he wasn’t up yet when I got to his house tomorrow to just come up to his room and wake him up and then we'd get ready to go on our trip up north. He said he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon packing and putting the top back on Winston and I asked if he wanted any help. He said that it was generous of me to offer but he could do it by himself and I should go off and have fun.
So I put on my flight gear first and flew around the downtown for a little while, just to stretch out my wings. I didn't very often get to fly though town in the afternoon, and it was a lot different than during the day. All the stores were open, which meant that there were a lot more people on the streets, and some of them pointed up at me when I went overhead.
I hadn't visited very many stores in Kalamazoo so maybe this summer Meghan and I could go around to them and see what they had.
When I went back to campus I landed on Pebble Beach out of habit, and it wasn't until I'd opened the door into the dorm that I remembered I didn't live there anymore. So I flew down to the front door of DeWaters and let myself in and went up to Meghan's room.
It was pretty empty; Amy was gone along with all her things, and Meghan had obviously been packing and I decided that it just felt too lonely so after she'd finished filling a box, she agreed to go back to my apartment with me. I think she felt the same way.
She said that she was going to use a van called a U-Haul to move, and I'd seen a lot of them around town. They had murals on the side with the names of places, kind of like how ships usually had the name of their home port.
When we got to my apartment, Meghan noticed that I was swaying a little bit when I walked and I said it was 'cause the filing was still fresh and my legs still hadn't gotten quite used to it. Sometimes back in Equestria it might take a week or more, 'cause I didn't spend as much time on the ground, and 'cause not much had any kind of paving since it was easier on everypony's hooves for it to be grass.
I took off my flight gear and asked Meghan if she wanted to take a shower with me and she did, but she said that she didn't have a towel with her, so we decided that we could share mine. She said if she didn't get her hair wet it would be enough, and I didn't mind being a little damp until the water all evaporated.
She had to show me how to work the water—the shower in Trowbridge just has a little knob that you turn to make the water as hot as you want, but this one had three knobs. One of them was for hot and one was for cold and the middle one let you choose whether you wanted the water to come out of the showerhead or the faucet, and none of them were that easy to work with my hooves, but I knew I'd get better with practice.
It took a little while for the water to get warm, and then she wanted to close the door but I liked the natural light that came in from the windows but she said that the windows didn't have curtains on them.
She decided that it was okay if the door was half-open, because lots of light could still get in but it blocked the view from one of the windows, and then she got undressed and joined me in the shower.
By the time we were finishing up, the hot water had mostly run out and she had to turn the cold water all the way off just so what was left was warm enough. That was a bit of a disappointment; everywhere else I'd taken showers had as much hot water as I could want. Even her aunt and uncle's hot tub stayed warm, despite being outside all year long.
That just meant that we had to shower faster, though, so next time we could get in a little bit sooner and not debate the door and then we'd have plenty of time.
She dried off in the bathroom and put her shirt and panties and pants back on before she would open the door and go back into the living room, 'cause she was afraid that someone might see her through the window even though we were on the second floor and there weren't any other pegasuses in Kalamazoo.
She hung the towel on a rod over one of the windows, and said that was a good place for it to dry, even though it blocked some of the light. And then she walked around the apartment looking out the windows like I had and decided to close the kitchen door, too, because she didn't like the window that faced the next-door house.
She did like the view out the big front windows, though, and how the tree filled all of them. She said it was kind of like being in a treehouse, and turned the futon a little bit for the best view. I sat with my head on her lap and she brushed my mane and we just watched the tree and both laughed as a squirrel ran up my balcony railing and jumped into the tree.
There were some beers left over from the party so we shared them and when it was getting dark outside we turned on the lights and talked for a little while longer until it was all the way night. I folded down the futon and she helped me put my blankets on it, and she said it was funny that I only had one pillow so I told her that when she was staying with me she could be my pillow, and she said what if she wanted to use me as a pillow.
I didn't think I would be as soft of a pillow, but she took off her pants and we tried it anyway but after a little while it was obvious that it wasn't all that comfortable for either of us—it kind of hurt my wing to have her lying on it, and she said that the angle of her neck wasn't very comfortable, so we switched around to the arrangement that I thought worked best.
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So close
Just
Make your move Meghan
Argh
Hey, I found a typo.
Aric is awesome. Seriously.
"I'm going to make sure everything is ready for our road trip. Go have fun with Meghan."
I suppose you can debate the door (how strange would it be though?), but I guess they rather debated at the door.
By the way, wasn't it around that date that some cyclist were killed by a car?
I don't remember these things usually, but the car was a Cobalt and it happened in Kalamazoo, so it kinda striked my impressionable mind you know?
and then thought about how it hadn't really been all that hard to put everything that we had in a few little boxes and bags and in a couple of days if anyone came into the room they would never know who had been here.
I always found it amassing just how much one can put your / there hole life in just a few boxes it is kind of depressing if you stop to think about it.
Friends leaving is the worst part of college.
So the internet is a series of tubes?
The next person coming into Silver Glow's old dorm room is going to find long blue and white hairs and a stray feather, and wonder just who the heck had lived there!
Colorado was too far away to get there in only one day.
Not with that attitude.
My dad told me stories about college in the '70s when Coors wasn't sold east of the Mississippi. They'd take a weekend trip to Colorado and come back with a trunkload.
How long would it be before our scents were gone, and the room was nothing more than just empty lifeless brick and tile?
Depends on how well the summer cleaners do and if it's a painting year. Do not miss that job.
Someone's not creative enough.
You could have Meghan on her side, her head on your barrel just behind your foreleg. Your wing could be extended over her from that position, like a feathered blanket.
It's a little more intimate, but you could wrap each other in your forelegs/arms, her head on the base of your neck and yours on the pillow.
This works best while drunk, but you could lie on your back and she could lie belly-down perpendicular across you.
Little worse than leaving with only a short time warning or preparation, then never able to go back.
If you eat breakfast late, it's called 'brunch,' but Aric said that neither 'lunner' or 'lupper' were real words.
Now there is a debate for the ages.
I've always had a fairly easy time moving. all my apartments have been furnished so far and I have family close by so I have a staging area and a place to leave stuff I don't need.
Ah the melancholy of an empty room.
How many of her old friends will be back in a few months and how many new ones will there be next year?
It is a little odd that her exchange time doesn't match up with the college year, it is handy for her to have a chance to live outside of school and see human culture outside of that world but odd from a purely educational side.
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"What the heck? I thought we weren't allowed to have pets in the dorms? How on earth did they keep a parrot in here without getting caught?" *pulls out a particularly large feather* "A really big parrot...."
I'm reminded of one of Skirts' more random fics, in which Lyra and Bon Bon use Sweetie as a pillow.
"I heard you like reading my journal, so I'm going to write in my journal about writing in my journal so you can read my journal while you read my journal." -Silver Glow.
Silver is so adorable
"Screw you humanity, I have my own wafflemaker now. Don't you dare break this one."
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*sees a hoof print in a corner*
"Okay what the fuck."
Oh god I hate those. You can't turn it on or off while you're standing under it.
So now that I finished catching up, this is one he'll of a ride.
I do hope that she finds a good way to spend the summer.
The invasion of Pokemon go is soon approaching and I eagerly await her response.
I'm hoping she gets to go to Summerfest and the EAA Airventure fly-in in Wisconsin. Heh, might be fun if they stop in Ludington and decide to take the SS Badger across to Manitowoc just because.
7472145 Well it's a cultural exchange as well as a educational one... Plus who knows the timeline on the Equestrian side of the exchange.
7471443 That's why they call it the Information Sewerpipeway!
<This is ...informative.)
I noticed that in the beginning that real world events were included in the journal but after a while that sort of tapered off. I guess it is just normal for Silver to focus on just friends and classes while she is there, but wouldn't one of her friends mention something like Black Lives Matter, political debates, local news, or something along those lines. I remember college as a time that you also start to think about your own eventual impact in the world after you graduate.
Great story as always though and it's amazing that you are able to update this everyday.
Summer is a great time for relaxation and preparation for the next school year. It can be very lonely for some so I can totally understand how Silver feels when many of her friends have left for the summer. I sure hope she finds things to do to keep herself occupied.
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I see you're an expert pony snuggler.
Poor Silver. I think ponies feel things just a little more deeply than humans do, especially loneliness.
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Fixed! Thank you!
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She means that they debated the position of the door (open, closed, halfway).
Yes, it was. June 7. (Here's the NTSB's preliminary report.)
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Yeah . . . a life summed up by brown boxes inside a U-haul truck.
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It is. Every year you've got to go through it, too.
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Of course it is. Everyone knows that.
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Oddly, I never found any signs of previous roommates in any of my dorm rooms. That means that either they cleaned the rooms really well over the summer, or all the students who'd been in the room before me were really fastidious.
Now rental homes and apartments, that was a different matter. Some of them, I'm surprised I didn't find bodies.
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I actually debated whether or not it was doable in a day. It is for a dedicated driver, but Peggy probably wouldn't push that hard. (According to Google Maps, 17:10, barring traffic.)
I'm not sure what my personal record is. Time-wise, probably driving wrecker for 29 hours in a 32 hour period; distance-wise, putting 1600 miles on a rental van in 36 hours, which included loading and unloading three times.
I never got to paint dorm rooms, just a split-level house, three barns, and a garage. There's nothing quite like unwiring a 240V light live (we didn't know where the breaker panel was) so that you can mask it off for painting and while you're up on the ladder working very, very carefully, one of the horses in the pasture comes over and decides that the ladder is a new horse toy.
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Now that would be adorable.
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True, true.
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I know, right? Hobbits have a word for it, I'm sure of that.
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I've had the opposite. Unfurnished homes/apartments, and a whole collection of cars to wrangle. I currently have twelve . . . it makes moving a major production, and so I prefer to avoid it. Although it's worth noting that if you're really creative, you can pack a compact pickup truck in the back of a U-Haul.
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It is a little odd, however one of the advantages of doing it this way is that the ponies (and exchange students on the other side) get to have a few months free to do whatever they want, thus furthering the cultural exchange.
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Silver Glow will defend her waffle maker to the death, if needed.
I know. And it's so hard to get the temperature and flow just right. (Especially with hooves.)
Breast pillow is best pillow.
Shachza is an expert pony snuggler. That's a fact.
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In my massive collab Fimfic Authors Are In Your Bed, one of the best chapters was where Applejack got used as a pillow. In the previous chapters, pretty much every horrible thing that could happen to the hapless protagonist did, and that was one of the few where he got a break. Actually, I think it was about the only one.
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Thanks!
Of course she will. She's got lots of things she wants to do.
Heh, she's going to be confused as hell about it.
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Not a bad idea . . . she'd love the Airventure. My brother's been there, although I don't know how recently.
Your wish is my command. Although they'll be going the other way.
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It was a challenge at K, because they transferred students to colleges on both sides of the equator . . . and at least that's all on one planet. Lining up interplanetary exchanges . . . well, your transfer times are just going to be weird, so you do the best you can.
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Given all the crap that's in it, that's a rather apt name.
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It's kind of hit or miss. In some ways, K was a place to connect to the world; in others, it was very isolated. Sort of an odd duality.
On top of that, some of her friends are very much self-censoring around her. It was mentioned in an earlier comment on this chapter that an impaired driver killed a bunch of bicyclists near Kalamazoo recently in story-time; you can bet that Peggy, Meghan, and Aric have all heard about that, but none of them have mentioned it to Silver Glow.
So in some ways, she's getting the sugarcoated experience.
On the other hand, probably a monster attack in Dodge Junction that killed ten ponies won't be mentioned to the humans attending college in Equestria, either.
I'm actually kind of amazed myself. I thought doing One-Shot-Ober twice was madness.
(And Faust help me, I'm thinking of doing it again this year. In addition to Silver Glow's Journal.)
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What I did for relaxation in the summer was work a factory job. It was very mentally relaxing (plus it paid pretty well). Man, the things I learned about plastics manufacturing. . . .
Summer won't be long enough. There are about a zillion things she can do. She's still got the topless bar to go to, Chicago to fly to, a visit to Peggy in Colorado, the tall ships festival in Bay City (which she doesn't even know about yet) and so on.
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Deep down, they're very much herd animals. Aloneness is psychologically uncomfortable for them.
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I'm sure they do.
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Something that might be nostalgic for Silver could be the Tall Ship Festival in Green Bay in early August. They had a viking ship that sailed over from Norway.orig07.deviantart.net/f4a5/f/2009/184/e/3/rip_grand_galactic_inquisitor_by_elderwyrm.jpg
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But that only holds true if all the meals are had in order, right? Hobbits wouldn't skip a meal.
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This weekend, the viking ship is at the Detroit Yacht Club, apparently.
I'm sad that I missed the tall ships festival, but it was the same weekend as Bronycon or Trotcon (can't remember which).
Humans have 5 meals:
* Breakfast
* Brunch
* Lunch
* Dinner
* Supper
Hobbits have 2 of each and number them:
* 1st Breakfast
* 2nd Breakfast
* 1st Brunch
* 2nd Brunch
* 1st Lunch
* 2nd Lunch
* 1st Dinner
* 2nd Dinner
* 1st Supper
* 2nd Supper
¡Hobbits have 10 meals in a day!
What was the record for longest sentence again?
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*ahem*
Brits have 6 meals:
* Breakfast
* Brunch
* Lunch
* Tea
* Dinner
* Supper
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So British people aren't human?
Knew it!!
They are lizard people.
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What was the record for longest sentence again?
It Was a Bright and Sunny Day in Ponyville, at 506.
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Everybody knows the Queen is reptilian.
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Oh god XD
I'm not even going to try to read that.
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Probably wise. I skimmed it, then told PP that I could do better and trolled the hell out of him with this: The Longest Sentence.
Bonus! It's got Cayenne in it.
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Poor Silver Glow--saying goodbye to a roommate for the summer is never fun.
Now time for sad pony time as all her friends head off to their summer vacations. At least she gets a wicked party before then.
Too bad she couldn't get Cayenne over, I'm sure that would have REALLY livened up the party, and taught the humans so many things they never knew about ponies.
Mmmmm Cheesy Scrambled Eggs...... mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Silver now avoids gold courses, too bad for the poor golfers. Though would a pegasus on the field count as a hazard? And I could totaly see that being something to pop in like, Mario Golf or something.
Never know, being a bit tipsy might just make the poetry mean all the more, or at least have you come up with all sorts of wtf ideas about it.
Of course everyone comes to the Pony Party. When Silver Glow throws a party, you BE THERE!.. otherwise you'll make Pony sad, and then you'll just be evil forever...
And yeah Silver, I'm gonna miss Conrad's classes too, the best ones to see her go through.
You always start the party early, especially if you are the host, you really want to be there before it starts to get it set up.
Behold as the young adults struggle to grasp the idea of Silver, really not having much stuff and being fine with the bare minimum. Only two posters and a futon?
Yes Silver, humans at a party will devour any food given. Nom Nom Nom
Not the most lively or exciting parties, at least what Silver told of it, but a nice little get together to enjoy some time before you all head out. And the snuggling with Aric afterward was cute, I may vastly prefer her and Meghan, but her and Aric have their moments.
And yes, generally, people have the some feeling on moving to a new place, especially one they are in all on their own.
Silver got so excited, she accidentally a word.
Silver is just.... so quaint. Seeing houses close to each other with facing windows as just being a great way to talk to your friends next door easily. It's so adorable and just, so pony.
Silver really loves her bird watching. Just,another sweet little touch.
Silver, sadly, for humans, veggies aren't really 'party' food, but hey, just means more num nums for pony!
Not being able to easily wander around a party with a drink, #Ponyproblems
Being able to take off from you second floor balcony and never deal with the stairs to the front door, #pegaperks
Lots of electricity wires are underground, but some, it's just not feasible for some reason or other. But I just love how she phrased that thought "People would be so much better if they but them under the ground or something where they weren't in my way." Starts out a general, silly humans doing silly things, then reveals her true thoughts, it's just very inconveint for her and humans should stop doing that. She is letting her insipeint overlord mask slip.
Pony gets lots of free rein in the sky, and high priority, but yeah, medivacs would get even higher one then ponies.
Would be funny if she just showed up at their office, yeah they might think something is wrong, but also take a bit to figure out how she even got there, but once that was over, sure they'd like her stopping by. Long as she didn't show up just as they were dealing with one of the things they are trying to not let her know about.
Waffle-Maker... Christine and Sean shall be treated quiet well and be given a high place among the servant of the Pone once the take over is complete. Best housewarming gift!
Lot easier to keep your text books when you aren't the one that had to get ripped off buying the over priced things.
Meghan is smart, any bed is fine if it has pony in it.
And think I mentioned it then too, but here, throw me for a big loop, as the first tie she met her usual 'groomer' she mentioned that she knew how to shoe horses, and offered to tend to silver's hooves. But here, she brings in someone else to do it.
Someone who is having the most surreal experience of his life. Tending to hooves attached to an equine that can talk back, and is quite helpful about things. Do love the touches of him getting into things and forgetting this, and treating Meghan as Silver's owner. We all know who's holding the leash in that relationship, and it aint the one with hands.
Dealing with changes to hoof shapes after a filing. #ponyproblems. I mean, breaking in new shoes is bad enough sometimes....
And the end of the chapter is just, so sweet, the two of them just laying in bed talking, both waiting to spend just a bit more time together, they really are great friends.
I'm sure you left a few feathers, and some odd hair or something behind Silver. Granted, if anyone will tie that to 'pony'.....
Waaait, here it says she packed her soap and shampoo, but didn't she just give those to Silver last chapter, figuring no sense cramming half empty bottles into her bags?
Sad pony watching best fully platonic friend leave.... just such a somber, emotional, and yet still kind of sweet scene...
Then right back to silly pony being silly. Turn on the valve to make the internet tubes work....
Though given the mention of Mister Slavatore showing up to take care of it... she did tell them about her plan with Aric? Just, seemed odd to me she never mentioned doing so. Kind of wonder if either of them showed up to have a little talk with him at some point. Very least expect they ran a few background checks.
Ah, why is there a Brunch, but not a word for food between Lunch and Dinner debate. Not even Pony Wisdom can tackle that one. Though Hobbit Wisdom can, and yeah saw the comment, they don't so much have a word for it, as have so MANY meals, it's it's own thing. If it's early afternoon, it's Afternoon Tea, if it's late afternoon, it's Dinner. Supper is eaten a it's own meal in the late evening.
All the people seeing pony swooping above them. "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... PEGAMARE!"
Flying on auto and landing in the normal spot for her old room.... yeah that's going to happen.
U-Haul's do get around, so not really a 'home port' but they can come from all over for those pictures to work. Last one I used had AZ plates.... I'm on the east coast.
Shower knobs #Ponyproblems, and also human ones, I really do prefer the single knob ones.
Also Meghan lies! Pony Pillow will always be comfortable, because it is pony! She jus didn't try hard to get comfortable because she was too eager for pony to play with her boobs again.
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Even times of sadness are tempered with parties.
Although in some ways, it's probably just as well she didn't. I can imagine how much fun Cayenne might have with new people, and they're probably not prepared for her sluttiness.
Truly, the breakfast of champions.
I know, right? A few stuck-up spoilsports are ruining it for everyone else.
I would think that a pegasus would count as a hazard, although since I've only ever played mini golf, I'm not much of an authority on the rules. And yeah, I could totally see pegasi showing up as a hazard in video games. Kind of like that yeti in Ski Free.
I'm not sure if reading it while drunk actually imparts more meaning (along the line of brilliant ideas while stoned). Although you never know; mind-altering substances could help influence the flow of ideas; I think there have been lots of artists who do their work in an altered state.
And who can resist a pony party? Nobody, that's who.
His classes were totally the best. No question there.
Ideally, yeah, the host is there before the party starts. Although I could actually see that being a kind of flexible rule in Equestria, and the other ponies helping set up if the host wasn't there yet.
Really, what more does an apartment need? Especially one that's only for the summer?
This is a true fact. If she had some haybales in her apartment, those would have been munched on.
Silver Glow's parties are really boring by college standards. But it ended in snuggle-time, and that's what really matters for a party.
Heh, oops.
You know that ponies talk to each other through windows if they happen to be neighbors. And maybe pass cups of sugar across or whatever.
Can you blame her? She's half bird herself.
It really is a good thing that she didn't buy a haybale for the party.
Silly humans not eating their veggies.
I know, right?
This is really the biggest benefit of all. Especially since human keys and doorknobs are hard to work with hooves.
It's expensive to put power lines underground, although it does cut down on the risk of them being damaged by storms and tree limbs and whatnot (obviously, they can still be flooded or damaged in earthquakes). Aboveground power lines would never cut it in Equestria, though; the pegasi would make sure of that.
Yeah, and that's an important reminder to her--she doesn't have the sky to herself, and while the air traffic controllers try to route everything around where she's flying, ti's not always possible.
She'd certainly liven up the office, especially if she skipped the front door and just went through a window. That would probably be a fun turn of events . . . Mister Salvatore would probably laugh about the situation.
They know her so well.
Since you also get screwed when you try to sell it back, there's no reason to not keep it. Unless, of course, you wish to attempt to forget that you ever took Chemistry (for example).
She's got her priorities right.
I think (but I'd have to look back) that Maura said she knew how to file hooves, not shoe them. Either way, she likely did some thinking and concluded that she wasn't an expert, and screwing up could injure Silver Glow and therefore it was best to leave it to a proper professional.
That kind of thing has to be immensely confusing . . . much like the vet that had treats in her pocket. You'd do whatever you normally do--meaningless conversation, for example, not expecting the patient to talk back or really respond to what you're doing except by instinct, and of course Silver Glow doesn't do that. And yeah, any horse that the farrier would be working on would of course have an owner, probably hovering nearby. . . .
That's got to be the worst. Humans can easily take off their new shoes, but it's not so easy for a pony. Some soreness in the joints is to be expected afterwards, but if it's done right, that would wear off pretty quickly.
Plus, they probably clean the room after all the students are gone. . . .
Umm, maybe? That could have happened . . . I might need to make another fix. . . .
For all that Silver Glow loves Meghan and Aric, she also has a really deep bond with Peggy.
The internet is a series of tubes. . . .
Silver Glow is an adult, and doesn't have to tell Mr. Salvatore or Miss Cherilyn what she's doing. Having said that, they're certainly keeping an eye on her, and probably have at least some idea of her off-campus relationships (a bit harder to keep track of her on-campus hookups). And yeah, they have probably checked up on Aric and made sure that there isn't anything horrible about him. Peggy presumably would report to them if there was anything she saw that was worrisome, although of course Silver Glow doesn't know this (remember how Mr. Barrow and Miss Parker just 'happened' to show up at the horse show?).
Could be that Aric sometimes wonders about the Sienna minivan that occasionally sits all day across the street from his house.
This is another failing of English. I bet in German there's a word for the meal between lunch and dinner.
There have to be hundreds if not thousands of people in Kalamazoo who have started to get used to her overflights, and seeing her in the sky. Maybe some of them are even setting up bird feeders in the hopes of enticing her down to their backyard.
Can confirm that I've done that driving before.
From a purely technical aspect, getting the plates or tags to a U-Haul when they have to be renewed is an interesting logistics exercise. I can't remember exactly how it works, but I did once know, since I used to work for U-Haul. I think that when it got close, the vehicle in question went out of service at whatever dealership it was at, and the new documentation was sent there.
I've spent most of my life with double valves, so that's what I prefer. Set it to full hot, and then add cold until the temperature is just right. Much easier to figure out than a confusing single valve.
Pony pillow is second-best pillow. Second only to boob pillow.
Well yeah they're doing it wrong. You're supposed to use pony tummy as a pillow.
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Pony tummy would make a pretty decent pillow, that’s for sure. But not as good as a boob pillow.
I thought, for a time, that Peggy might do a full frontal reveal to SG while packing... sort of a finally screwing up her courage and stripping off her clothes, or comingout of the shower fully nude, just for once, to show that SG has been an influence on her.
Moving out is almost always sad days indeed, for a pony and her friends.
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She’s already done that in the group shower, not to mention when they went to the ski resort and hot tubbed nude together. And Silver Glow has probably seen her in various states of undress in the room before, since that’s just the nature of things, but Peggy isn’t going to go out of her way to embrace pony attitudes about clothes.
It really is. As much as we look forward to school ending and the joys of summer break, it’s sad to have all our friends go their separate ways.