2 - Bad News
I was on the couch in my living room with the kids. We were watching… something. The screen was covered in bright, colourful pony shapes, and Fluttershy's tune was invading my senses. It was a repetitive yet catchy tune that triggered something on the edge of my mind, but its meaning was just out of reach.
And then I saw it—a still image on the screen, a moment frozen in time. At the bottom centre was Fluttershy, sitting demurely and unobtrusively, surrounded by other ponies, but I couldn’t quite see them beyond coloured pony shapes. A purple screen suddenly replaced this image with some kind of logo made up of dark pink words. I was fascinated by the spectacle. While I could see each letter clearly, I simply couldn’t make sense of the garbled collection.
I briefly tore my eyes from the screen to note the room was empty, with only the lightly billowing gauze curtain to keep me company. All I could do was turn back and stare at those letters, slowly changing and dancing but never resolving into anything legible. Despite my frustration, I smiled. I felt like a child joyfully chasing after a butterfly but never quite reaching it.
The diarch sat at the breakfast table overlooking the terraced gardens. Tea and scones for one, ale and apples artistically arranged on a plate for the other.
Celestia spoke tentatively, “Lulu, did you sense anything unusual earlier today?”
Luna nodded, “I did, dear sister. In fact, it woke me from my daily slumber. May I assume thou were likewise disturbed?”
She replied with concern, “Yes. During Day Court, I sensed The Weave being rend then as quickly mended.” She added significantly, “The mend was imperfect.”
The Princess of the Night tapped her chin, “An old foe seeking vengeance? A new foe seeking a weakness? Do you think a friend, perhaps?”
“I’m not sure. I will investigate the damage to the weave, and perhaps I can draw information. In the meantime,” Celestia called her majordomo, “Time Keeper? Send word to the Royal Intelligence Service, I require eyes and ears.” With her will put into motion, she bit into one of her apples.
This had been the first good sleep I could remember having in a very long time, but I didn't know why. Despite the feeling of safety, I still kept my knife at hand, ready to be used in my defence at a moment's notice. The various safety features built into it meant I could sleep with it in my hand, clutched against my chest, without worrying about stabbing myself. The years of back-breaking slavery in that thrice-damned copper mine had taught me that sometimes just being too comfortable, too vulnerable, or too weak would exact a high price. It was better to stay armed at all times and survive no matter how safe it seemed.
But that dream did something to me; I couldn’t remember the last time something like that had happened. I had felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this place was different. I had thought that a few times before over the years and had usually been wrong, but this time, could I be right?
It was just a ghost of a glimmer, faint, the merest wisp, but it was there.
While I lay there, it struck me that the tune Fluttershy was humming was also in the dream. What did she call it? My Little Horsey? No, it was My Little Pony. That was the show. The logo from the dream resolved itself in my mind’s eye. Yes, that was it, I’m sure. I’ll have to look it up properly when I have a chance. I didn’t remember much, but if this is that world, then this is a paradise. A safe place where I can rest. ‘It would be nice just to rest.’
As I lay half awake, savouring this new hope, my body reacted reflexively. I rolled away from under the blanket and had my knife drawn before I was aware of what I was doing. I crouched, my blanket half draped across my leg.
I looked to find a small white rabbit sitting on his haunches, holding a carrot over his shoulder like a club. He looked angry. With a little rabbity snarl, he put one hand on his hip and pointed his club menacingly at me.
I lowered my knife, “You're one of Fluttershy's little animal friends, right?” His carrot lowered slightly, and he nodded slowly, his eyes squinting suspiciously. "Look, I don’t mean Fluttershy, or anyone else, any harm. In fact, I'm grateful to your friend. I suspect she's the kind to pick up any old stray, but I promise I'll repay her kindness. Even if it's just manual labour, I will repay her." I looked at the brave little menace thoughtfully, "She's lucky to have a protective friend like you."
The rabbit’s expression hardened. After a few moments, he pointed to his own eyes, then at mine. His message was crystal clear. Satisfied he had made his point, he shouldered his carrot and hopped off.
I made a mental note to never, under any circumstances, cross that rabbit. I had to admit I liked his spirit. I can respect wanting to protect Fluttershy. She radiates warmth and kindness. It’s hard not to feel protective.
Since I was awake, I took the opportunity to get properly washed up. My rough hand rubbed the shaggy growth of facial hair. I searched for my toiletries kit from one of the side pockets of my pack. Anyone looking at me while I was digging around in my handy haversack would see I had my arm almost to the shoulder inside the small side pocket. I called it my Tardis bag, but no one had understood the reference in years.
I finally found what I was looking for; a small cake of shaving soap and a small mirror. I wet my face and made a lather in the palm of my hand, then rubbed it into my beard. Unsheathing the blade, I issued a simple command: SHAVING MODE. I used to do this every day or two, but for the last few years of captivity, I only shaved when I had a chance to escape, mainly to disguise my appearance and allow myself to feel human again. I was quickly done, the magic blade only cutting the hair on my skin.
Admiring the clean shave in the mirror, it was about this time I heard the gentle voice of Fluttershy, “Alex?”
I called back, "Miss Fluttershy, over here, by the stream. I'm just cleaning up."
She called back, her voice getting steadily closer, “Oh, good! I was wondering if you would like to come to the house for some breakfast. I sure … you’re …”, her voice trailed off.
I was drying my knife on my pants and looked around for her. She was standing a short distance up on the bank of the stream, sunlight streaming behind her, with a look of shock and horror on her face, tears forming in her eyes. "Hey, Miss Fluttershy, what's wrong? I'm sorry, is the knife disturbing you? I'll put it away." I quickly sheathed the blade. I then started to think, with just a slight panic, ‘Damn, have I totally freaked her out?’ Her expression was slowly changing to one of disgust and pity. "Ah. Well, no worries, I'll get out of your hair as fast as possible. I'm very sorry I upset you." I was crestfallen. I had been hoping I could make friends this jump rather than temporary allies. I muttered a curse, “Calisse.” I reprimanded myself for the false hope, ‘Eh bien, c’est la vie.’ I hurriedly started packing up. I wasn't even bothering to change clothes, just throwing my shirt over my shoulders.
Fluttershy shook her head. "Oh, no. Don't leave. I didn't mean to upset you. Those scars. How can one creature have so many scars?" I realized Fluttershy was looking at my back.
"Oh.", I said quietly. "Most of them are punishments I got when I was a slave. A few are from some 'adventuring', or 'running-for-my-life-ing'.” I gave a weary chuckle. “I'm very sorry you saw them." I continued before she could speak, "They don't belong in a world like this, and frankly, neither do I." I quickly continued to pack my things, my back to Fluttershy. Those years in slavery were very hard, and I had seen a lot of cruelty. I didn't want her to see my tears.
I felt what I assumed was her hoof gently touching my back and lifting my shirt. My body stiffened. I fought the urge to knock her away. "Oh, you poor colt. What happened to you? Some of these are fairly fresh, no more than a few weeks." She gently touched some of the fresher scars. She made little comforting noises. "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted you to leave. Please stay. I think you're a kind person who was put in an impossible situation. Maybe my friends can help you get home? Please, don't go."
I was silent for a few moments, and then I forced my body to relax just a little. "I really appreciate the offer. I really, honestly, do." I turned and smiled, looking her in the eyes for a moment. Those eyes are so big, kind, and warm. I gave my head a shake and put on the best smile I could manage.
Fluttershy looked at me angrily. “Now, I think you need a decent meal. I want you to march to my cottage right now, mister. I have breakfast ready for us. I will not take no for an answer. Pick up your things and scoot,” her expression changed to one of motherly sternness.
"Well,” I cleared my throat, "I certainly can't refuse a wonderful breakfast from such a lovely lady. How about this? After breakfast, I'll contact my family. Then I can earn that breakfast. I'll be happy to help feed the animals, muck out stalls, whatever you need doing."
Getting in the house was an experience and a half. The door was at least two meters tall but only about half a meter wide, maybe slightly smaller. A little too narrow for my build, so I had to take my backpack off and scuttle in sideways. This world was built on a 3/4 vertical scale.
Fluttershy directed me to the low table piled with food. There were no chairs, and instead, there were pillows arranged around the table. Considering how sparingly I had been eating in the last three or four weeks, it was hard not to throw myself at the food and gorge myself.
I was a little surprised at breakfast. I didn't know what to expect, honestly. There were what looked like pucks of some kind of shredded wheat cereal and what turned out to be cow milk with the label Matilda’s Best. It was funny, after a fashion. No matter how outlandish, how far from home, I could still read the local writing and still speak the local language. Occasionally, I wondered if there might be more to it than just chance.
I noticed there was no spoon, but that was alright. I had my own. There was also a bowl with cold, hard-boiled eggs, a plate of toast, a small platter with what looked like cheddar, and a steaming pot of tea. I bowed my head and muttered a simple thanks to the universe for its gifts. When I opened my eyes, Fluttershy looked at me, a little perplexed.
I chuckled, "Sorry about that. I'm not religious, but I always like to be thankful for anything I receive. In this case, good food and a good person to share it with." I thought for a moment. "When I was growing up, breaking bread with a stranger made them your friend." I took a piece of toast, ceremoniously broke it into two equal pieces, and gave her one. I chuckled, "I would usually do it in my own house, but I'm a little new in town at this moment." I smiled and looked her in the eye. "I promise to do it again before I leave, with my own bread, in my own house." I shrugged, "it may seem like a silly tradition, but it means a lot to me." At that moment, I realized her irises were almost pinpoints.
Fluttershy looked at the dry piece of toast, up to me, and back down at the toast. I realized she was blushing. Her voice was so soft and meek I could barely hear her. "We have a similar tradition, but it's between married couples..." her voice trailed off.
It took a moment for her words to take on meaning, followed by my panicked exclamation, "Oh! Hay! Whoa!" I pointed to my bare left ring finger. "Married man! Holy Hannah, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything at all. If I had known this meant anything like that, I never would have... I mean, I would never... well, maybe in different circumstances... but, whoa, hey, oy... ugh..., I've never had this happen before. I'm really sorry. Gah! I'm such an idiot,” I facepalmed and tried not to laugh, or cry, at my error.
I heard her delicate, angelic laughter, “Um, Alex? It's alright. It was just a little cultural miscommunication. No harm done.” The yellow pegasus smiled warmly, “Now we have a laugh to share.” She was still blushing, but now she was looking at me with a friendly grin.
"Heh, I guess we do." I savoured the quiet for a moment. "So, it basically means, 'Hi sweetheart, want to get busy?'"
Fluttershy nodded once again, draping her hair over her eyes for a moment.
"Good to know.” I paused, then chuckled, “Can you imagine if I had tried to 'make friends' with someone less understanding? I suspect there would be a me-shaped hole in a handy wall and two horseshoe prints in my face." I chuckled at the imagery. "Or even worse, if I would have had all five of your friends around the same table, I shudder to think of the outcome. Especially if my wife found out." We both giggled at the imagery and in relief of an awkward situation sorted out. For the first time in a long time, I was hopeful and felt I could let my guard down just a little.
"Well, no point in letting this naughty toast go to waste!" I made exaggerated 'nom-nom' noises, and more giggles ensued. "You know Fluttershy, I'm relieved you have a wonderful sense of humour. However, for the foreseeable future, I'll double-check with you or another person I trust before making any cultural assumptions. I really don't want to propose anything untoward to some random pony."
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I ate the toast, but I did my best not to bolt down my food. Fluttershy kept hovering over me, ensuring my cup was always full, and my plate was never empty. It was getting a little annoying.
I smiled kindly at her, "Fluttershy, as much as I appreciate what you're doing, I really feel like I'm monopolizing your time. Can you at least have breakfast yourself? I don't want you passing out from starvation because I'm too lazy to get my own tea." I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. Seeing her cup was empty, I reached over and filled it. "See? Long monkey arms come in handy. Now, sit and eat. Please."
From here, we continued like any ordinary breakfast party, passing toast with only a giggle. When one participant is a pony and the other an interdimensional monkey, you must make the best of things. We spent most of the time talking about my family and her friends. Bits and pieces of the show started falling back into place, but it was far from a complete picture.
Having finished our meals, I helped clean up, mostly putting dishes in the sink, and then my thoughts turned to other matters. "I think it's time for me to call home. I would be very pleased if you were with me when I do this. It would be nice to show them a friend instead of a dark cave, alleyway, or some crazy situation."
I took out my most prized possession. The most important gadget I had. The one I would do anything to keep safe. It looked like a thick plastic sheet, folded in half and then rolled up like a scroll. I flipped it out casually, then unfolded it to a comfortable angle. A laptop, if you wanted to oversimplify grossly. Have I thanked Mr. Richards enough yet? Nope, not really.
I fired it up and began the sequence to make an inter-reality connection. It usually takes less than a minute, but this time it took almost fifteen. Still, I wasn't worried. I chalked it up to this being the first animated universe I was in.
I used Skype to make the call but put my thumb on the camera. I wanted it to be a big surprise. The other end was ringing, and I got an answer. "Hi, sweetheart!" There she was, Ann, my wife, almost unchanged from the day I was taken. A look of concern crossed her face. "Why is it so dark? Are you in a cave again?" her voice lowered, full of worry, "Are you in a bad situation?"
I smiled, "No, dear, I'm in a great place. But I didn't want to surprise you too much. I'm in an animated universe. Everything is like a drawn cartoon. So, when I pull my thumb away, be ready. Oh, and call the kids. I think they will get a kick out of it."
"Dan is at school, but Lily is here. Wait a sec." Ann left, and a few moments later, a rambunctious three-year-old was looking at the screen, sitting on Ann's lap.
I could see my daughter peering curiously at the screen, "Where's daddy, mommy?"
I answered by removing my thumb, "I'm right here, sweetie!"
In a fit of giggles, only a toddler can produce, "You look silly, daddy!"
"Lily, I have another surprise. I met a very nice lady who has been very kind to me. You may know her. Miss Fluttershy, if you please." I turned the camera toward her.
Lily started hopping up and down with a manic grin, "Pony! Mommy, look! It pony! It Fuddershy! Fuddershy!"
Fluttershy said, "Oh, what a lovely daughter. So full of energy! She's a beautiful foal. And Mrs. Roberts, it's a pleasure to meet you. Alex has told me all about you. He's courageous, and I promise to take him to meet Twilight Sparkle and maybe get him home."
Anne asked worriedly, “Alex? Are you sure it’s safe? That you’re safe?”
“As safe as I can be, Ann.” As much as I hated lying, sometimes fake certainty and confidence were the best options. Besides, there was little I could do about this situation.
Fluttershy interjected, “He’s safe here, I promise you. I’m sure my friends will be able to get him home.”
I flashed my best smile at the camera, "Okay, Ann, now that I've checked in, let’s do the time test. I'm going to help Miss Fluttershy feed and take care of her animals, and I'll be back soon."
The test was fairly simple: I would end the message, Ann would start a timer, I would wait an hour then call back. A little math, and I would know approximately how long until my next jump. Easy peasy. I didn't want to get stuck anywhere for 20 years again. That was a long time. Too long. Even in a paradise like this.
So, with an hour to kill, I helped Fluttershy with her morning chores. It felt good to do something physical. Anyway, we had to hurry. Fluttershy informed me the weather office had a rain shower planned for late morning, which was coming up soon.
Under her guidance, I did as I had promised. I suggested we do the worst first, so we started with the shovelling out of the outhouse. Mind you, I almost had a heart attack when I saw the bear exiting it. I guess they don’t do it in the woods after all. Fluttershy assured me Harry was quite friendly.
The pig stall was far less exciting but did confirm my theory that pigs are the meanest s.o.b.s in every universe. No wonder orcs look like them.
The hour ended just as the rain began to fall, and I managed to duck back inside without getting too wet. Plopping into the seat with my laptop, I reconnected, and Anne had her face away from the camera. She turned with a shocked expression on her face. "Oh, sweetheart..." Tears were welling up in her eyes.
I stayed calm. It could mean anything. "How long?"
She just looked and stammered.
I felt desperate. I raised my voice. I never raised my voice to Ann. "How long?"
She closed her eyes, "27.33 seconds.".
I did the math in my head and blanched. 27 seconds for an hour translates to about 60 years. I was in a daze and mumbled, "Excuse me, I need to step outside for a minute." Fluttershy looked at me, not understanding, but she didn't follow. The gut-wrenching, primal scream full of anger, sorrow, and despair that I emitted must have startled her. It almost sounded like it hadn’t even come from me, yet it still didn’t express how I felt.
All I could think was, ‘Soixante calisse de tabarnak d’années.’
After a few moments, Fluttershy stepped out of the door.
It was still raining. She found me standing by the tree, methodically punching the trunk, my knuckles bruised and bloody. I had stopped saying anything, just silently punching, punching, punching, tears streaming down my face. Finally, I stopped even that, leaning my head on the tree and sobbing.
Fluttershy tentatively came up to me, "Um, Alex? Is th-"
My head snapped in her direction. A target had presented itself for all my grief and pain. A voice shrieked out, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I can only imagine how my face contorted to produce it.
Fluttershy cringed in terror. Realizing what I had just done, I could only imagine how she saw me, a mad, scarred monster twice her size.
"Oh, dear god..." I dropped to my knees. "F-Fluttershy, I'm so sorry, I... I..." I dropped my head. I sobbed. I was so tired. I missed my family. I just wanted to go home. I couldn't keep up the mask. Oh god, I was so tired.
I felt her warm head on my shoulder and her forelimbs hugging me. It was a small but appreciated comfort.
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Poor bastard. You really just FEEL for him, you know? Great chapter.
so wait wait wait WHAT 27 seconds it 60 years there then how is Alex's wife still young and also when I first read the name 'Alex' the first thing to pop into my head was 'Prototype'
256215 No it means that per hour Alex is in the MLP Universe, 27 seconds pass in the 'real' world. So useing that the 60 years he has lived only 8 months have passed in the 'real' world thus making him stranded in time and realities that differ in time from the 'real' world.
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and for this jump, he'll live 60 years for each hour in his home reality...
and of course, we don't know when his Reality-jump will reactivate but since he may be stuck in Equestria forever from the description, it means that he usually stays in the new reality for a few months in his home reality.
So, unless the Elements of Harmony can trigger a reality-jump, he will outlive the Mane6 and won't be able to contact his family often.
After all it'd be awkward to call every 10 minutes and 38 seconds (24 Equestria hours give that much time in Home reality).
And I'm not sure..... but shouldn't it be a week in Equestria for an hour in the real world?
So how long does he usually stay in each reality according to Earth time? something like 2 weeks? maybe a month?
im bothered about how he didnt knew fluttershy in the first chapter, but knows the show, and speaks about it in this one...
Again, loved the chapter but there were very large plot holes. At the end of the first chapter, Alex hears fluttershy singing the theme song... But can't remember where he has heard it. then the next chapter starts and he references the show multiple times. One of which he mentions infront of fluttershy, and she doesn't ask about how he knows her from a show? Then in the end of the chapter he says "oh celestia" taking his show knowledge even further. I'm sure all of that was just a mistake, and that you have it all covered somehow, but it would do the story well to explain some of that. Either way, the story has grabbed my attention and I'm looking foreard to a unique and interesting read!
respect to protect
mwahahahhahahhaha a tongue twister. Say it ten times fast.
I always liked her on the show
wait.... what now I'm confused. I thought he couldn't remember the show wtf?
How about after breakfast, I'll contact my family, then I can earn that breakfast.
Ummmmmm what family
I'm relieved that you have a wonderful sense of humour. I never got that from the show
He actually said that to Fluttershy and she didn't even comment on it? I'm confudled
ooooookkkkaaaaaaaaayyy how the fuck does that message thing work. He's been gone for 60 years hasn't aged so why is his family alive. This story confuses my to much. sigh... Also I was really hoping he'd have no living wife for some reason its a real downer to me. Oh that's right now wonder its a downer. NO MISTAKEN LOVE TRIANGLES. you just cut a lot of the fun out of it.
494364 Oh, this was on the list you sent me... I didn't even know...
That's cool, I guess... I'll just follow you everywhere from here on in...
*is waiting for wet folds and dripping sexes to be made apparent*
Personal connections and inside jokes aside:
This is decent, though it bothers me to know that you had 5 or 6 editors/proofreaders... because this has so many errors and holes; it's rather ridiculous. Mind you, it's probably because you were transferring this over from a different site and changing it up a tad but you should still get around to fixing it at some point...
On to the next chapter!
Its like your writing style just changed completely, and not for the better either...
Check the update dates of each chapter (June for the first, February for the second), and the author notes of chapter 1: The first chapter has been rewritten, and the second still hasn't. Until he does, the errors and contradictions between the chapters will remain.
... just a small comment, but I doubt he would be thinking "apple bucking" and "celestia" when he has only been there for around a few hours...
Have I missed something?
if 1 hour in equestria is 27 seconds in earth time, then wouldn't he be talking really slowly to his wife?
Yeah, not gonna be able to keep reading this story until this chapter's synched up with the first one. Chapter one's nice, this one's just kind of...below average. And this is without taking the stuff like suddenly knowing about the show into account.
Not particularly hopeful about a rewrite, either, since it's been at least 20 weeks since chapter 1's promise of future rewrites.
Like the person before me, I find it hard to read this out of sync. Please, could you put some more time into that? Or, at the very least, provide a link to the original chapter one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're saying that every day on Earth is 133.33333(repeating decimal) Equestrian days.
...How the hell does one get 60 years out of that?
455870 Agreed, please fix it author.
I loved the first chapter of this story; it was pretty well written and made me want to continue reading. This second chapter though is REALLY jarring. I saw the author note about how the 1st chapter was rewritten, which is fine, but not only is the difference in quality jarring but massive plot-points are different. Before he didn't know about the show, or who the characters were (in fact a point was made to show how he didn't know them). Yet suddenly in chapter 2 he knows all about them.
I really think the revised story should probably be posted on its own. I'm done reading for now, but I hope that you continue to revise it.
hes there for 2919999.9927 Equestrian years
There are too many plot differences between the first and the second chapter. I believe that you should either restore the original first chapter, or put an author note at the start of the second one stating those differences. in order to let any new reader adapt better.
Much like the previous commentators, I find the shift somewhat jarring. I'll press on anyway, the story seems interesting enough, but I hope it doesn't do that again between future chapters. The warning appended to the first chapter was nice, although as far as the story goes, I'd like to have either read the original or waited until this chapter was rewritten to accommodate the change and transition better.
Regardless, the concept is interesting, and so far I have no other complaints. I think some of his "toys" are pretty cheesy, but it does make sense that he would have amassed a collection of strange items from other realities.
i realize that this is very similar to omnius travels: equestria i think that you have done a good job so far sir/madam
All I am going to say is interesting beginning but even with the warning the inconsistency hurt my brain.
Wow...that transition kinda hurt. Any news on when you're gonna update this chapter?
oh man that really sucks. sixty years that's awful
Reads story
Plot holes. Plot holes, everywhere.
Wtf?!?
When might the re-write be coming along? Waiting for it before I continue this story.
.........
I'm just gonna wait for the re-write....
*slowly backs away*
There's just so many... plot holes...
Really enjoying this story so far.
That should be "Gandalf", and "Frodo's".
Well, I tried waiting but I ran outta stories that interested me. So I'm back!
*not even the cricket cares*
Hmph, fine then.
Anyway, I'm giving the rest of this a real chance, and I have high hopes after this chapter.
Ugh...I'm reading this through again, and once more I find the math bugging me.
How do you get ~60 years out of a 3:400 ratio like that? It's messing with my head.
...sigh. It's days like this where I wish I wasn't so good with math...
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Good at math, eh? Here's a simple word problem, then:
Every home world time interval T, Alex jumps to a new dimension. This holds true regardless of how much time passes in the local dimension. The ratio of the rates at which time passes in different dimensions is always a constant. Alex measures a period of time and finds that Equestrian time passes 400/3 times slower than in his home universe. Using this information, he concludes that 60 years will pass in Equestria before his next jump. How much time passes in his home world between each jump (T)?
In other words, not enough information is provided for us to conclude that it will take 60 years in the first place, but with that information, and a few things that are implied by Alex's methods, we can determine how often he jumps from his family's perspective.
The real question is how they can hold an interdimensional conversation if the time ratios are that skewed. Must be quantum.
Edit: ...and the next chapter gives T as a few weeks to a month, and not necessarily constant, so there is something wonky going on here. And "connected time" adds to the total. Apparently the laptop matches the time rates temporarily. This can't count against T, or else he could just stay connected all the time to shorten the total duration of his stay. I'll assume that the time between jumps is based on a more universal or fundamental time rate.
Edit again: ...and then it's only a couple of weeks.
3872208 Clearly the skype application forces the laptop to emit voodoo particles, making the time between the caller and the person receiving the call pass at the same rate, temporarily, in a localized area.
Damn it, should wait for the full rewrite. The first chapter had me interested. This chapter... not so much.
Wait a moment, he's hinted at being a brony. He was comparing Flutters to the show and the last scene when he cussed like a pony. Hmmmmm, the author is not telling us domething or forgot to tell us something.
I feel sorry for the guy ;-;
I dont suppose theres a copy of the original chapter 1 out there? Given the dates on the comments and the chapter updates it seems that the rewritghts arnt happening.
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Found it.
http://web.archive.org/web/20120411000203/http://www.fimfiction.net/story/9689/1/The-Memoirs-Of-A-Reality-Jumper/A-rough-landing
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Yeah same. Any chance of that rewrite happening soon?
I might wait for that.
Man oh man, this is interesting... hehe.
Nice job.
Man oh man, this is interesting... hehe.
Nice job.
Agent Sweetiedrops, your mission should you chose to accept it, is to find and make contact with an inter-dimensional mammal from the ape family...
also try and prevent your marefriend from traumatizing him too much.
Osti! Au aurait tu un québécois ici ! Tu me fait mourir de cuteness mon pote
Osti qu'j'aime le Québec!
Good story! I enjoyed what I read so far.
You- you didn’t. You didn’t just make that reference.
Ah, an oldie HiE. I see that some sort of rewrite had to be done, but from my perspective it seems to have happened.
There are a few small oddities- why does he point to his “bare” ring finger to indicate he is a married man?
The time issue doesn’t bother me. At a rate of 1 hour (3600 seconds) to 27 (approx 30) seconds, time passes for him at a rate around 1/120th that of his home world. For this jump. Extrapolating to the sixty years he believes he will be stuck, we can guess that he jumps at fixed intervals, and that fixed interval is 6 months when his time is synced 1:1 with his home world.
That is going to be some real whiplash for him and family, as it implies that one month will pass for him every 6 hours of home time.
Its been two chapters and I'm sick of him constantly apologizing. I'm literally already burned out by it.
Several chapters later:
Ah yes, this was written during the time period where it was acceptable for everyone to viciously attack the human and for that human to instantly forgive every single attack followed by the human begging to be accepted. Usually while sniveling and acting like a beaten dog. Worst part about it was EVERYONE wrote their stories like this and no one at all saw the behavior as unhealthy or wrong. We all honestly believed that this is how you are supposed to respond to being beaten in real life. Back then we were a really psychologically messed up fandom.
Monk