July 31 [Another Lazy Sunday]
July 31
It was nice to not be woken up by a storm or a portable telephone ringing or anything else unexpected. Meghan had her arm around me in a hug, and I guess she was already awake, 'cause when she felt me moving around she squeezed me a little bit then kissed my ear.
Since we didn't have to get up at all, I rolled off to the side so that I was facing her, and then nuzzled her chest and started kissing her, and pretty soon we'd gotten completely tangled up in the sheets and in each other.
For breakfast, Meghan and I made waffles, and there wasn't anything else in the icebox to have with them. I guess I ought to do more shopping. I offered her some hay if she was still hungry, and she did nibble on a stalk of clover.
After eating breakfast, we took a shower together and she said when she was shampooing my tail that it looked like it was getting long again and I had some split ends, and I said that I'd noticed that, too, and it was time for another spa trip.
She said that she'd make an appointment tomorrow—she could find a time this week that she could go after work. And then she asked if I had any plans for today.
I didn't have anything in mind. I still wanted to fly south to the 80 90 Highway but I could do that tomorrow. Meghan wouldn't be happy if I abandoned her to go flying, especially after yesterday morning. Anyway, my wings were still a bit sore from yesterday.
So we decided that we'd go to the trail that ran behind her uncle's house again. I liked it better than the river trail.
I wanted to help Meghan get dressed, so after we'd dried off I stuck my nose in her bag and got out a pair of underwear for her and she started giggling at me as soon as I popped my head back up. And I wound up being a failure at it; the only thing I managed to do right was put her t-shirt on. She hugged me and said it was okay because human clothes weren't really designed for ponies to use anyway.
I bet Gusty could have done it.
My camelback was already full, so I put that on and Meghan said that we should get some snacks on the way to the bus station, and I thought so, too. So we walked down towards the bus station and since I was with her I decided that we should go to Walgreen's since it was right close by and had a lot of food.
I still kind of hesitated when we went in the doors, and she could tell I was a little bit tense but she didn't say anything and just put her hand on my head and I kind of pressed up against her leg, and we got some granola bars and a bag of dried fruit to snack on and then we paid for it and I relaxed when we were back out in the parking lot.
We had to wait at the train station for a few minutes for the correct bus to arrive, and when it did we got seats near the front, because I liked looking out the front windows better than the side windows. I wish that you could do that in trains. The dome car on the train from Lafayette had a view over the top of the train and out the front, although I hadn't been able to sit right by it because there had been people there already.
We got out of the bus at Meijer and walked to the start of the trail, and once we were in the woods, Meghan told me that when she was a little girl she imagined that the trail was through a big forest rather than just through the city. She said she'd make up stories about the creatures that she thought might live in the forest, or imagine where the trail might lead.
She pointed out a little side-trail that went through the woods towards the creek and she said that when she was young she thought that maybe it went to a fairy glen but adults would never let her go down there because they said she was supposed to stay on the trail and not go wandering off in the woods. When she was older, she finally had one time, and discovered that it just led to a little clearing full of empty beer bottles and used condoms which was kind of sad.
But she said even though it hadn't turned out to be a fairy glen, she still kept imagining that somewhere and somehow the mythical creatures from history were actually real and she felt vindicated when she first saw an actual unicorn on the television.
And she told me that it was kind of strange to have at least part of her imagination come to life, because here she was now on the same path and she was with an actual pegasus.
She said that she hoped she'd get to go to Equestria, and she'd gone to Kalamazoo College because they had a good Equestrian program, and she hoped that with the small size of the student body, she would have a chance to study in Equestria, but so far that hadn't worked out. There was a pretty competitive lottery, and it was as much luck as anything, she told me.
I nuzzled her and told her I hoped that she could come someday. I said that I'd gotten pretty lucky just because I was a pegasus.
She asked me if I was going to try and visit with one of the tornado teams when I was out west.
I'd heard a few things about them, but I didn't know all that much. Before I'd left, there was talk among the weatherponies that this year they were going to try and see if a team of weathermares could do anything with tornadoes, but there had been a lot of discussion about whether or not it would be allowed.
Meghan said that she had heard that the team had finally been given approval, and they'd partnered up with a human team of experienced stormchasers.
I thought that would be fun to do if I could; maybe on the way back from Colorado we could stop for a while and I could visit with them. I might even be allowed to help out, although I didn't think that Mister Salvatore would like that too much.
We sat just off the trail on a bench for a while and each had a granola bar and some dried fruit. It was nice, although it was pretty close to the 94 Highway so there was a lot of noise from traffic.
I told her about how it hadn't been as much of a surprise for us when Princess Twilight announced that we'd found Earth, since there had been other portals that had gone other places. But then the more I learned about Earth the more amazing it sounded and I thought it would be fun to visit, and I was glad that I had.
She asked me how long I'd been working the weather, and I said that ever since I'd gotten my cutie mark, I'd been on a weather team. The year before that, I'd gotten to help out with Winter Wrap-Up, mostly pushing clouds while an older pegasus told me what to do and I said how funny it was looking back at it how bad I was—how bad all of us fillies were. Clouds would get away from us and drift off and then we'd have to chase them down.
I'd really liked it, though, and my mom had seen that I was a pretty quick learner, so she helped me train and when I was old enough, I joined the team.
So from then on, I worked on a cloud team after school, and it wasn't too long before they saw how good I was with feral clouds, so I got switched to a storm team, which was a lot more work but also a lot more fun. And I liked that sometimes I got excused from classes, because they needed everypony who knew how to help break up a storm.
I'd been kind of surprised when I got elected team leader, because everypony on my team had more experience than I did. And I felt kind of like I was a fraud, so I started reading every book about weather that I could get my hooves on and managed to teach myself some things that nopony else knew.
Meghan said it was really weird to think that we were both at the same level of college and yet I had so much more world experience than she did. And I said I didn't think that was true, we just had different kinds of experience.
We kept up our conversation as we went the rest of the way down the path, and I don't know when but at some point we switched to speaking in Equestrian and that was kind of strange, because there were a few times where we were isolated enough on the path that I could have been back in Equestria, and she could have been another pony.
It wasn't until we'd gotten back to my apartment that the clouds started to break up.
Since I didn't have all that much food left, and not a whole lot that Meghan would like, I said that I'd buy her lunch at Nina's and she said only on the condition that I come over to her apartment tonight so that we could cook dinner together, because she kinda felt like a bad friend for not teaching me more about cooking like she'd said she was going to.
I said that I would, and I said that we'd have to remember to take the wine bottle with us.
Neither of us had too much at Nina's, because we'd had a late breakfast and now we were having a late lunch, and we didn't want to spoil our appetite for dinner. They had a Choritto Wrap that was very good, and it was enough for both of us to share.
On our way back, I wanted to stop by Aric's house and make sure that the birdfeeder had survived yesterday's rainstorm—I should have done that yesterday. Well, it was still hanging but it was pretty low, so I went into the garage and got the bag of seeds out of the icebox and filled it back up, and then we went back to my apartment.
Meghan put more seeds in my birdfeeder, and then we sat down in front of my computer and she put the movie from the GoPro on the computer so that we could watch it.
I really liked the first part—it was kind of boring when I went through the cloud, 'cause all you could see was the blinking light reflecting on the cloud, but the view from above was really good. I pointed to the different kinds of clouds on the screen and told her what they were and what they meant.
After that, though, it got kind of boring, because all you could see most of the time was little bits of me (whenever I talked in the radio, my foreleg blocked half the view) and rain and greyness and lightning flashes all around.
And I blushed when the picture all of a sudden went sideways—I'd got caught in a bit of a downdraft and rolled.
Well, we didn't watch it all the way through because it was really long, and neither of us wanted to spend all afternoon sitting in front of the computer screen when there were other, better things that we could be doing.
She thought it was pretty amazing, though, and wanted to know if it was the worst storm I'd ever been in and I said that it wasn't. I said that the storm a couple of weekends ago had had bad enough downdrafts that I got forced down on a roof, and I'd also been in ones where the winds were so strong that we couldn't do anything to stop it. That one had been scary, 'cause we lost a mare who'd been on the edge of our formation, and once the storm had passed and we could fly again we'd looked everywhere for her but couldn't find her.
It was a day later that she finally came back—she'd been blown inland and the storm had been so bad that she hadn't dared land because she couldn't see how far she was above the ground, so she'd ridden it out, flying crosswise to the front until she'd finally gotten through the worst of it.
When she landed she didn't know where she was, and she spent the whole day huddled under a cluster of pine trees, and it wasn’t until the storm had finally passed that she'd been able to fly up and find her way back to our village.
So Meghan asked if I minded her uploading the movie on her YouTube channel or if I'd rather make my own, and I said that since I wasn't going to be here all that much longer, it would kind of be wasteful to have my own channel.
It took a while for it to all get on the internet, so we cuddled on the papasan and watched the birds until it was done. Then she packed up her bag and I couldn't decide if I should take my flight gear, in case there was a storm, or leave it behind. Meghan said that the weather forecast was for no storms and a nice day tomorrow, and I hoped that was true.
Once we got back to Meghan's apartment, she started getting dinner ready, with me on the counter helping and watching and learning. She said that she was going to make spaghetti, which was a kind of pasta, and I didn't really like that too much because the sauce got all over my coat but I didn't want to refuse either.
But it turned out that she was going to make a pasta casserole, and she said why she'd thought of it was because maybe it would be possible to substitute hay for the pasta.
I tried my best to remember everything that she did, but I knew that I wasn't going to. She told me, though, after she put the spaghetti and sauce and cheese and vegetables in the baking pan that it didn't matter all that much exactly how it was made.
The thing that I don't like about cooking is that when something's in the oven it starts to smell really good long before it's actually ready to eat, and if you're hungry it's hard to wait for it. And then when it comes out of the oven it has to cool for a little bit before you can actually eat it.
Maybe that's a good thing, though. We had time to do all the dishes while it was baking, and we also had a little bit of wine, and then she made a tossed salad, and we ate that while we were waiting for the casserole to cool.
So the dinner wound up being really yummy and worth the wait, and like she'd promised the casserole kept the sauce from getting all over me. It was a lot like a lasagna, except that the noodles were smaller.
She put away all the extra food in her electric icebox, and then we had some more wine and she made brownies and put them in the oven and said that we could have them later, as a before-bed snack.
Then she taught me how to play a human game called Battleship, where you had to guess where your opponents ships were. I lost the first game, because I didn't have a good strategy, but I was figuring it out by studying the board and the size of the ships and by the second game I had a pretty good idea of the strategy, and how to hide my ships more effectively.
It was a good math exercise. And it reminded me that maybe I should spend some time with my math textbook to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything.
After I won the second game, she wanted to play best out of three, and so we had our brownies and shared the wine bottle back and forth (it was cute how she'd cover her eyes as she pushed the bottle towards me so that I could see she wasn't trying to cheat by seeing where my ships were).
She beat me, but only by one turn. She showed me her board and I could see that my next move would have found her minesweeper.
She put the game away and then we snuggled on the couch until the wine was all gone, and then we went into her bedroom and I might not have been much good at putting her clothes on but I knew how to take them off which was more fun anyway.
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I didn't realise that the day of the week coincided in an out of the story...
It may be the historian in me talking, but I feel Ceasar should get what's his.
Speaking of which, relevant video:
I'm starting to think that Cayenne is a bad influence on our beloved Silver.
(I still wouldn't mind a one-night stand with Cayenne.)
So the key question arises: does Equestria have green cards? Meghan angling to bypass the lottery
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ah, I was thinking some unicorn was visiting.
Here, they're mostly just designed for fewer items and it seems to work. There's no room for more than a few items.
it doesn't really apply in this case, but you can't actually calculate how bad your guess is unless you have at least two data points. I've always liked that more mature view and I'm typically good with headcanons long as they can be backed up. My big pet peeve though is the whole gender ratio thing. You can make really strong arguments for a more even gender ratio.
Why wouldn't they try to stop tornadoes?
Because, in the words of Mr Bumble (in Bleak House) "... the law is an ass, an idiot".
Basically, in common law (USA) if you don't take action you have no liability. If, however, you try and fail, lawyers will sue your ass into oblivion.
If they do anything to a storm, they are arguably liable for any damage caused by the storm. Even if you can prove that the damage is WAY less than it would have been if you hadn't acted, if you don't stop everything someone will sue you. If the person harmed isn't a heterosexual white male, they'll claim prejudice & sue you for that, too.
7611796 The way you told it, it sounds like they were more pissed off than stupid.
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Oooooh! The anniversary of the Battle of Zama is coming up!
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7613689 which was probably the holdup. They probably got police like immunity for recognized weatherpony actions. I don't see them doing it if it would cost them money.
I imagine that the visa process is not totally a lotto system. The two governments are gona constantly grow the program while they work the kinks out of a further integrating societies. A pony that has extensive interaction with people would be in a great place to recommend them. That working together is much more valuable intel than what you can find on paper. With a recommendation from a pony and fluency in Equestrian language, some experience in culture, and a squeaky clean record, it would be a no brainier that that person would be great to pick.
You'd think so, but Mr Law and Mr Common Sense are NOT good friends and are frequently not on speaking terms.
You get too many men, women are going to complain. Too many whites & people will say it's racist. Then everyone gets a lawyer and they spend God only knows how long in court & nothing gets done.
Sorry, Disney making Marvel cancel the XMen and the Fantastic Four has me in a ROTTEN mood. Spiderman is probably next.
Sometimes, I thoroughly understand the concept of infant damnation & Sartre's comment "Hell is other people"
I meant Deadpool. IDK why my mind does these things to me. I've never done anything to it -or with it
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Spider-Man's under the Marvel Cinematic Universe banner, though (which wasn't true of either the X-Men or the Fantastic Four, which is how come in the MCU Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch aren't mutants). The MCU is a license to print money for Disney, so Spider-Man should be safe.
Maybe Meghan was thinking if she went into the Fairy Glenn with Silver, they would get a return to base on the spot magic portal?
Theres a version of Battleships which is a card game. Which now is making me think of first sticky lables to alter existing cards, blank cards with two lables on for two games, and then those polymer card sleeves used for M:tG etc, except with simple pieces of paper with letters, numbers, art, colours etc. Or add a thin sheet of card as a blanking back, and then the piece of paper can have a different game on each side? Maybe even Flash Cards for language, Weather etc?
When you are young and eager, life is long periods of boredom follwed by short periods exitement. If you manage to make old and jaded, you realise that life is short periods of exitement, followed by an extremely long period of being dead.
At least she didn't put them in the under. That would've been terrible.
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Wait... wrong Scipio, wrong war...
Aww... if there was a 'ponyfication' spell, Meghan would be first in line, that's for sure.
If she never gets to go to Equestria I guess she'll be kind of bitter for the rest of her life. I know the feeling (even if it's not Equestria, mind you). apart from that: hello 'Meghans diary'.
Also, the SG once again is right about the internet. Absolutely no-one would find a pegasus POV of a thunderstorm cloud base in howling wind, lashing rain and flashing lightning, interspersed with the view of a dripping wet, blue foreleg covered in instruments interesting. Absolutely no-one at all. The occasional perspective distortion of a wingroll is even more boring. Sheesh. On edit: plus constant swearing :)
Meghan just wants to know how it feels to get a million views on something you uploaded.
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What are you on about deadpool 2 isn't canceled?
Equestia as a multiversal trade hub. That's a cool setting idea.
I love the extra world-building and background in this chapter!
"Okay, so they're good for poking holes into stuff and for opening hoof-resistant packaging and for dressing humans. That's three things, I guess."
And then it turned out that she lived in a universe that contained actual colorful magical talking ponies.
Aaaaaaand just when Meghan was having such a nice day.
I'm not touching that one.
Silver has life all figured out.
Unicorns master race!
A good lazy day every once in a while is great to have!
....so I went into the garage and got the bag of seeds out of the icebox and filled it back up...
Aww, those poor hungry mice in the garage aren't getting any more free meals. House mice can have roughly a litter a month, 6-8 mouselings, so given a starting population of ten females, each of which birth 4 females every month, which can start breeding in three months, is... (counts on fingers) Mon-1, 10+40=50 Mon-2, 50+40=90 Mon 3 90+40+160=290 (first set of babies starts making babies) Mon-4, 290+200+160=650 (second set of babies starts making babies) And note, I'm only counting female mouses.
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It does, and it has since the trip out west. That made it easier for everyone (including me) to know if it was a weekday or not.
So long as it isn't a knife in the back
From a historical POV, Silver Glow having her own YouTube channel would be wonderful; on the other hand, it's not like she could do anything with it once she was back in Equestria.
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Maybe just a little. . . .
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Not yet. They've got temporary work permits, but that's all--neither Earth nor Equestria is too keen on have permanent residents on their planet until they sort of try it out with visitors first and get all the kinks worked out.
So the student exchange program is not only for the benefit of the students.
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Yeah, that's a problem with them. Even with the 'unlimited' ones, which have a little roller thing that sends your items down to a catch area, they get clogged up and you have to go and sort them out, then go back to checking out. It's really kind of annoying, and I know that they did it to cut down on payroll, not because it's more convenient. An experienced cashier can just rocket items past the UPC scanner, while I fumble around with everything trying to figure out where the bar code is.
The only town I can say for fairly sure is Ponyville, which seems to have an approximately 2:1 bias towards mares--up until Apple Family Reunion, if you count the ponies in town and also if you count the ponies who were in the group photo, that's about what you get.
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What I find interesting is that all the foals are fillies, and that's more indicative of a skewed gender ratio than anything else.
I do think that in farming towns, stallions generally don't inherit land, so probably lots of them go off to join the Royal Guard, which appears to be all stallions (and which also presumably artificially lowers the stallion population in Ponyville). But the lack of colts in the Apple Family is harder to explain away.
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In some cases, there are laws in place to protect good samaritans (if I try to give someone CPR, and fail, I'm not liable). But that was the reason that the trailer park I lived in didn't have a tornado shelter--because if not every resident could fit into it, they park management would be responsible. If they had nothing, than avoiding the storm was your problem.
And that's part of the holdup. Depending on how they phrase what the ponies are doing, they might be able to skirt liability (they're not trying to stop the tornado; they're measuring its intensity), but even if you can skirt the legal issues, no doubt there are some people involved in the project who are worried that they might accidentally make it worse.
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I suppose that's possible, especially since that same van had killed one of their friends right in that same area about a year previously. But I'd go for dumb, since running headfirst into a moving metal object isn't the smartest way to show your anger.
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To some extent. It's still a work in progress, because they don't know what's going to happen. Plus, you'd have to negotiate on both sides--not only is there potential fallout on the ground, but there's also the possibility that some or all of the tornado team will be killed by the tornado. Hopefully not, but you have to be prepared for that possibility.
That's how I'd think they'd want to do it, to avoid a flood of immigrants. There currently isn't a provision for permanent residence on either side of the portal, and the student exchange program is one of the ways that they're working the kinks out. Silver Glow is a more important part of that process than she knows, because their experience with her is going to color how, when, and where all pegasi are allowed to fly in the future.
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Ain't that the truth.
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Not much chance of it, but one can always hope.
The only downside to that idea is that instead of a company selling you two different games, they'd only sell one, and therefore only make half the profit.
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I read that as Scorpio. . .
"But Homer, on your way out if you want to kill somebody, it would help me a lot."
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Definitely if it was temporary or reversible.
She'll get her chance to go to Equestria one day. Maybe I'll never write that into a story, but she'll get there.
I know, right? Nobody would want to see that.
Can you imagine what it would be like if Silver Glow somehow managed to fly with an IMAX camera strapped to her?
It's a good feeling.
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(Granted, that's everything, but I'm still proud of it. . . .)
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That would be an interesting niche for the ponies. Although I suspect that if they did become a multiversal trading hub, they'd get a lot more cynical pretty quick.
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Agreed! I'm waiting for the wintertime, because those are the best days to just sit inside a nice warm house and read a good book.
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But they're not good at opening jars of peanut butter.
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Sometimes your dreams really do come true.
She deserves and extra hug and nuzzle, doesn't she?
She does. Maybe instead of a weatherpony, Silver Glow should instead become a poet-philosopher.
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"...each of them has daughters n and each of them has n again
Although it's clearly non-Malthusian to multiply in such profusion
When all of this is said and done, her daughters will number aleph one."
(I can't find the whole poem on Google, and I'd have to go digging through my college papers to find it.)
I got around to reading this soooo late, but I really love how Megan talks about believing in fairy tales, and Silver literally being her dream come true. It really makes me ship her and Silver more than Aric and Silver. I'd totally be saying they should bang if I didn't know already that they did!
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Oh, cool! That's not at all an abomination against nature.
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Silver, Silver.. so close, you couldn't have called it an 'oncoming storm' rather then 'incoming'? Perfect set up for a Doctor joke.
Who would like sleeping without a snuggle pony better then sleeping with a snuggle pony?
Of course there are more people, one, it's friday, two, pony is coming by!
Somethings, even ATC's that know her aren't really equipped to quite get. Like "I'm just going up to grab a cloud."
Pony towing a cloud on a rope..... YAY! What more can one say?
Or maybe a pony getting towed by a cloud, that would be fun to see too.
Huhm the rope stays cold.... just a factor of it leeching energy from her to stay charged with cloud magic?
Pony curled up on a cloud being cute, so cute.
Pony who, has a perfectly legit issue trying to explain how this works in terms humans can get when it's just something she does.
Keep the cloud down there Silver! The 'Pony Cloud' can become a landmark for awhile!
Carabiners, yet another simple, effective thing that should be a massive hit for ponies given how many uses it has, especially for non-unicorns.
Pony just loves giving pony rides to kids. Again, so adorable! Best planetary dominators.
Granted, also insatiable, give them just the slightest go ahead for sexy time, and they well just want it ALL the time.
Heh, been there, wake up to an odd alarm and can't figure out. Though, you learn pretty quick in berthing to just respond to your own alarm.
Also, them in panic mode, trying to get this all sorted out was adorable.
Yet again, no way to say 'So damn awesome and determined' without just repeating myself for her weather patrolling. Especailly in an epic storm like this one, which only makes her MORE serious about going up rather then less.
Also her ATC's are learning to give her a bit of xtra leeway for special, pegasus things, like surveying the top of the clouds.
Wow, storm is so epic, she slips tenses here.
Well, even here she looks on the bright side, worst case, she can reach land and take shelter.
Also, of course birby-pone has good homing instincts to find where to go.
And hey, having the pegasus detection light came in handy! YAY!
Get her some snacks, get a pizza ordered, you treat that epic weatherpony right! She's earned it!
And then giving the local booze clerk a bit of a show, Going to be real fun by the time Meghan comes back from her time in Equestria, ight end up forgetting to even put on a shirt at all.
Then Silver reminds her of her place, and butt shoves her down onto the bed to be her pleasure servant. Not that Meghan minds in the least.
Even starting to nibble on hay... and Silver does not get the lack of Hay as a staple food is becuase humans just cannot digest it right.
I do not blame Meghan in the slightest for giggling at pony diving headfirst into a bag and popping up with panties.
Awwwww... poor PTSD pony, that asshole is gone now, no need be scared.
I'm sure it wouldn't be to hard to get the pony a trip to the engine of a train to look out the front.
Well then.. that is.. ummm. some version of 'a magical place'. Besides, Meghan, you should know, portals to Faerie Glens are found in circles of mushrooms.
Meghan and so many other freaking out when pony were discovered to be real. That.. would be quite the info drop.
And then Meghan goes and plants another idea in her head about tornado chasers. Blame all that follows on Meghan.
Pony tornado team, FUCK YES. Now, I'm kind of picturing them not stopping it, but using ropes to lasso it and drag it around.
And yes, Mister Salvatore would worry about his little birdy-pone being up in a tornado.
The more Journymare type apprentice system Equestria would run on does lend itself toward getting more experience quicker then a human style education.
And she is just so precious, so worried about being even a mild inconvenience.
The 'other portals' thing.... how many times did Twi screw up and rip holes in the fabric of reality? Gratned going by this site the answer is.. way to many to count.
Meghan would LOVE to be another pony SIlver.
The climbing up through the cloud isn't boring, it's tension building, and that view... ohhhh that has to be epic.
I bet Gusty would have he own channel, if anyone told her about it. Good way to get some more notice.
Yes, you hate the sauce splattering noodles, but it's so damn adorable! Also, I though Meghan was trying to get them into a lady and the tramp situation with the noodles.
Also a reminder this chapter, Silver Glow is 1. A huge NEEEEEERRRRDDD! 2. A huge sex fiend that can't wait to rip clothes off humans.
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I know, right?
Hopefully Kalamazoo ATC did get a briefing (at some point) about the things she might do, such as grab clouds, but of course getting briefed that she might want to do that an then having her on the radio actually asking are two very different things.
It’s the best way to move them around.
That’s probably something that they try to avoid whenever possible. I’d imagine it’s like being dragged by a car, and having done that once, I’d can say it’s not as fun as it sounds.
That, and being a good conductor of the cloud’s latent (lack of) heat.
Cloud beds are totally the best. Much better than water beds.
I think that humans explaining a lot of things to ponies would run into the same difficulty--like Joe Average explaining how fingers work or something like that.
“Just drive along until you see a cloud tied to a tree, that’s where we’re at.”
“A what?”
“A cloud. You know, like balloons tied to a mailbox, but in this case it’s an actual cloud. Tied to a tree.”
Oh, yeah, totally. Ponies probably have snap-hooks of some sort (given harnesses, they’d be dumb not to have invented them already), but carabiners are a lot better than traditional snap-hooks.
They are. I welcome their conquest with open arms.
She’s very much got the libido of a college student.
I learned that with radio calls back when I drove wrecker. I’d only respond to calls to #15, which was problematic when I was dozing in truck #22.
I’d bet that most experienced first-responders have go-kits packed and ready at all times. Although in Silver’s defense, she’s not used to having to wear equipment to go flying up in the clouds, so it’s reasonable that she wouldn’t think of that.
Yeah, and in hindsight they probably should have done it more often, especially since there wouldn’t be any airplanes in a storm like that. Although if they’re prudent air traffic controllers, their instincts would be to advise her against flying in them, too.
Heh, oops. Fixed!
Which is of a course a potentially life-saving bright side. Back in Chonamare, if she gets lost at sea, she might die. Here, at least, as long as she can find the ground, she’ll be safe.
Of course she does.
Probably not what the gas station was intending when they built a large sign by the highway, but no reason it can’t have more than one use.
She has indeed!
Really, sort of the opposite issue that Gusty’s got. There could be humans coming back from Equestria that have turned into nudists and struggle to get out of that habit. Or do like Meghan just did and wear the bare minimum when they have to wear clothes.
Of course Meghan doesn’t mind.
Which might actually be the one drawback of living in Equestria--too many hay-based dishes. Although as far as I know, you can eat it and it won’t hurt you, it just won’t give you any significant nutrition.
Any sensible person would laugh.
Can’t blame her for her apprehension. Probably Walgreen’s wouldn’t be upset if Silver never came back, just to avoid any further confrontations of that type.
Probably not. I think that if she really wanted to, Mr. Salvatore could arrange it. Or she could just go to the railyard herself and ask nicely.
And not just any mushrooms, but a special kind that I think only grows in England and Ireland (I could be remembering that part, though).
How do you even lead off a news segment like that? Do the various news channels have some kind of contingency plan in place for that particular event happening, or does it just happen blind? I have to think that that would be the kind of news where they’d interrupt whatever they were doing.
“And now, we’ll go over to the weather where HOLY SHIT REUTERS SAYS PONIES FROM SPACE ARE REAL.”
It’s not all Meghan’s fault.
That would be quite the misunderstanding. “Alright, we caught the tornado. Now what do you want us to suck up with it?”
Of course he would. Although he’d never admit it.
It does, although the disadvantage is that it’s probably a less well-rounded education. Many of them would learn exactly what they need to know for their job, but not much else outside of it.
Who says she was screwing up by ripping holes in the fabric of reality? That’s how Science! is done.
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Yes, she would.
The view from the top of the world . . .
That does seem like something that she could do. I’m not sure she would, though.
Realistically, that takes an unusually long piece of spaghetti to pull off. Although it would have been adorable.
Really, about the best combo, wouldn’t you say?
Preach sister! Down with the tyranny of "patience"!
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Instant gratification is best. Or near-instant gratification, anyway.