Day 11
I don’t know if you ever slept in a tent or not, you might have been living in a city all your life, but let me tell you that all those adventure books… well, they skip over some things and make it sound a bit more glamorous than it actually is.
Oh, a nice warm night and all you have to deal with is a bit hard of a place to sleep which can be fixed easily enough.
Not so nice when it’s absolutely pouring down outside because you have set your tent up somewhere with feral weather. Even if you set everything up right and don’t have things pool into the tent, everything just gets kind of a bit moist, just from the moisture in the air.
Then there is the sound. Oh, the sound of the rain is calming. The wind and trees and everything else? Not so much.
Then add animal sounds or as your mind thinks up in the middle of the night, horrible pony eating monsters…
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I pushed my bleary eyes open and yawned wildly as I glared up at the sun lit canvas of my tent. Oh now you decide to leave? Just in time for Celestia to make things hot and bothered?
Stupid feral stormclouds. I miss the tame variety.
Groaning, I rolled over and flicked my wings until I got my blanket off myself. I was already spoiled by ponies having control over weather normally.
Struggling up to sit, my ears brushed across the still wet canvas and sending a shudder down my spine.
I quickly ducked and glared up at my tent.
Tenting sucks so hard.
I hissed at it and then moved to crawl out of the tent, careful to use my magic to open the tent so I wouldn’t have to touch the stupid wet thi-GAHH!
I opened the tent flap and got a facefull of sunlight.
Clamping my eyes shut until I got used to the light, I squinted and slowly exited the tent.
Only to put my hoof into a puddle.
Sigh.
One of those days, huh?
Shaking my hoof to get the worst of the water off it, I made my way over to the closest fire and sank down on a somewhat dry spot.
“Not a morning pony, are you, sir?” Moonglow asked cheerfully. I forgave her for it though as it came accompanied by her pouring me a cup of tea, handing it over to my magic field.
“Not even before I become... “ I started and then suppressed a yawn and sniffed at my tea, “...naturally nocturnal.”
Moonglow nodded, “Princess Midnight thought it was best to let you sleep.”
“Anything happen?”
“Not much,” Moonglow admitted, “The Airscouts had been sent out but other than that we’d just resumed construction of the barricade and the repair of the ship.”
“Give me five minutes to wake up and I’ll go help,” I said and sipped my tea.
Damn it, my horn still hurt from yesterday. Not bad, but it was an ache that seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.
But then again, it was good practice and nopony else was slacking off, so why should I just because I had a headache.
Moonglow shook her head, “Don’t worry about it, sir,” she said with a smile as she poured hot tea into several large thermos flasks, “We got it well in hoof,” and then moved to carry them over towards the construction team.
I sipped my tea and looked over towards the ship. It looked pretty okay actually from this angle. It was still floating just as high as it did when we landed two days ago.
Well, for some degree of landing at least.
So the floaty thing was likely okay but I couldn’t exactly blame Captain Jetstream for being careful and wanted it checked out before finding out after everypony is onboard and have something burst just to have the ship fall down, roll over and explode, killing everypony.
But the moment I could move out of a tent… well, I’m doing that. Come on, there has to be a better way of doing it than sleeping on a ground on a thin pad with a blanket.
I glanced back at my tail, shifting it a bit. It was much more prehensile now than it was before… and bats sleep upside down…
...Nah, that’d just be silly.
But maybe I can improvise a hammock or something.
I finished my tea and stood up, yawning and stretching my wings and back before I shook my head and started towards the construction site, pausing to reach up to touch my aching horn for a second.
Ow. Well, it’ll be fine, I’m sure it’ll calm down when I get into it.
That’s for later though, let’s split some trees in half!
:'3
Maybe Page should have implimented a magic endurance training. Well... That can wait
Getting mares wet?
Getting wet with mares
Getting wet without any fun involved
Page upside down on a tree... Spiderkiss scene incoming ?
Sooo... If your on a dry spell & the jungle get you wet...
What kind of typ is that making one?
I guess when the environment get you heated up and you have no mates to cool your jets its going to be a steamy ride?
Aaannnd... i run out of comment ideas...
Anypony/anyling else?
Looks like somepony wants a little more pain and punishment for being helpful.
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The only thing I can say's not funny, soooo
Not funny.
There. I said it.
If you hadn't realized, I dabble in the art of PUNishment.
It would so fun it they meet other living thestral in the jungle and they just find ponies annoying.
Yessss. Embrace the instincts that are mango flavored and full of EEEEEEEE
ok sleep well
Let me guess.....
Human ?Will he in his unbooted state spill the beans about his secret?!
Ehh close
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Yes do it ,let Sipioc create a new picture with Page sleeping like that XD
Hopefully the expedition medic has an alicorn-potency dose of that magical migraine remover potion.
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Neat
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Irony to hit em head on
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Mmmm-ango is the futurrre.
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Simpy...genius ♡
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I doubt that... Page just needs to learn his limits over time
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"Do we have any ice?"
"Its a tropical rain forest what do you think?"
Good chapter, I hope you slept well
Murphy: What could possibly go wrong?
Lawyer: I don't know how you got that signed into law, but someone is gonna get hurt if you keep making people say that.
(In the background) Chekhov: Has anyone seen a firing pin laying around, i can't remember where I put it.
Lawyer: (head, desk) Oh not you too... Get out of here Chekhov! I can still sue you for improper handling of weaponry.
(Still in background) Chekhov: NEVER!
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Tempest: “Alright, everyony! Here’s the situation:
“The biggest problem is the main engines are still offline, and we’re stranded on this rock without even an abandoned diLithium cracking station that we can rape for spare parts, so the only option we have is either rebuild the the mains literally with nothing but stone knives and bear skins (and I, for one, would like to know who the fuck was it that thought it was a good idea to stock the toolbox with just stone knives and bear skins—I mean, really, ponies!?), or we try leaving here under impulse power, which leads me to next set of problems...
“Commander Hitchel, who’s slowly evolving into a god, and Lord Page, who’s got a snake for a tail and a another snake in his head that only thinks it’s a god—”
Laka: “HEY! I am a goddess, shol’va!”
Tempest: “’Goddess of the hula’, you say? Admittedly, you shake Lord Page’s flank really good, better than any whorse I’ve ever seen. But you better keep that snake tail to yourself, or I swear to Celestia, I’ll snap it off and shove it up your butt! The least you could have done would have picked a mare. As a ‘god’, you’re pretty much useless. You can’t even cut down a tree, which is pretty pathetic, given Page’s cutie mark. He normally can turn a full sized tree into ten thousand reams of paper in three minutes flat, and he can drown a legion with his ink spell. But what did you do when those timberwolves attacked? You tried to dance them to death!”
Laka: “...homophobic bitch...”
Flash Sentry: “You have to admit, it was a very sexy dance of death, Lord Page.”
Laka: “THANK YOU!”
Tempest: “NOT helping, soldier!
“Moving on, the next problem is the chef is still brain broken, thanks to Amber....”
Amber: “Not my fault!”
Tempest: “...so, food is a serious...”
*Commander Hitchel waves his hoof and a zap apple tree appears in the middle of the camp*
Tempest: “...issu——all in favor of keeping Hitchel, raise your hoof!”
*90% of the crew raise a hoof*
Tempest: “Opposed?”
*Amber and Lord Page raise theirs*
Tempest: “Good! That’s one less thing to worry about. But we still have the problem that we’re stuck in a wild hostile jungle, surrounded by predators, or worse, thestral foals seeking their cutie marks...”
*somepony screamed like a little girl*
Tempest: “PUT A SOCK IN IT, BULK BICEPS!”
Bulk Biceps: “Oh...uh...sorry...uh...YEAH!”
Tempest: “*sigh* Anyhow, we also have all of Cloudsdale flying out here for our blood for whatever reason, on top of Princess Cadance launching more ships than existed in the Spanish Armada towards us. We have no idea which side the princess will take, but it’s guaranteed it will involve someponies getting hitched...”
*Bulk Biceps screams like a little girl, again*
Tempest: “...SO, AS I WAS SAYING—we need to take shelter somewhere soon. Fortunately, one of our scouts alerted us to what appears to be an ancient temple to some snake god...just before he stepped on an exploding rock...Also, the princess’ ships have got the lead on the pegasi, so they’ll get here first. We can at least be thankful those ships are not carrying the Spanish Inqisition...”
*Everypony looks expectantly to the fort’s gate*
*...fifteen minutes later...*
Amber: “Um... What’s taking them so long?”
Bruce Mane: “Wait for it.”
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An earth pony in familiarly looking red garb rushes though the gate.
- Pardon for my late arrival. Grand inquisitor Horses de Hoovequemada. We usually come unexpected or at least on time, but you specifically mentioned our Spanish branch and they got alerted instead of Spaneigh one. Took quite some time to reroute this to a right recipients and send representative from a nearest dimension.
Not all the blood-curdling sounds in the night are what you think they are.
Translation to the video: get back here and do me you, idiot! I'm horny!
Yep, that's exactly what all that screaming is.
With advanced-enough military, you could just make the entire carrier essentially a sky-crane, and have it carry containers that are essentially living quarters slash cargo. When you get somewhere, set them on the ground: boom, instant FOB with living quarters.
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Much like how most bird tweets you hear in the morning, going "Ahhh, such a nice morning.", are actually "anyone want sum fuk?!" or a variation thereof. It's kind of funny, but people forget that animals mostly don't make sounds if they can help it, except when they need to attract others of their species... which is mostly used for that, yeah. :D
What is perhaps really bad... If it rains constantly and everywhere, how do the latrines/shitholes are keep in order? I rather don't want to increase health and hygienic issues in Blank Page place.