August 16
I'd worked long storms before, but never all by myself. So all through the night I napped in Mel's truck when I could, and flew when I had to, and the whole night blurred together into a strange, almost dreamlike mix of rain and wind and me catching what sleep I could in the front seat of Mel's truck.
At one point, I was sleepy enough that I started talking on the radio in Equestrian, and there were a couple of times that I think I flew on pure instinct, because when I landed and Mel asked me how it had been I told him that I couldn't remember any more and fell asleep on his front seat.
It didn't clear out until after sunrise, and by my last flight I was really wondering if it was worth it to go back up and check the weather, but it was my duty, so I did it. And then I made a sloppy landing and zapped myself awake 'cause I'd forgotten to spark off and my tail hit first when I landed.
I didn't know that the sky had cleared until Mel shook me awake and he was in front of my apartment and it was light out. I'd slept through the whole ride home and after I blinked my eyes a few times I saw that the clock said it was nine am.
I dragged myself up to my apartment and took off my flight gear and then scratched at my forelegs where the radio strap and watch strap had been because they were both really itchy from wearing them for so long. I'd lost some hair under my weather radio from it bouncing up and down all night long, and it probably hadn't helped that I'd slept with my head on it a couple of times. I hope Mel had turned it off, or else everyone who was listening might have heard me snoring.
I think that this was the tiredest I'd ever been and I was really hungry too, so I went into the bedroom and nibbled on some hay then stretched out my wings and started to preen them because I knew I'd be sorry if I didn't. And it might not have been the best job I ever did, but it was good enough and I was going to just close my eyes for a minute to rest them and then go to bed but when I woke up again I had my head on a haybale and my neck was sore and my left hind leg was asleep.
So I did a three-legged walk to my futon and shook off as much hay as I could and then climbed up in bed and it felt pretty big and lonely. My body couldn't make up its mind whether it wanted to sleep or be awake, because it was the middle of the day and if I'd had someone to snuggle with I think it would have been easier to fall asleep again.
I must have napped for a couple of hours, and I only woke up because my pocket telephone was beeping at me and I couldn't figure out why until I looked at it and the little battery was red, since I'd just left it in my pocket when I'd gotten home instead of charging it like I should have.
Even though I should have taken a shower, I didn't feel like it, so I brushed my mane and tail and then put on my saddlebags because I needed to get more food from the farmer's market.
I hated to leave without my portable telephone just because Mister Salvatore might get mad if I didn't have it with me but it wouldn't do me any good if it wasn't working, so I left it on my desk and flew off to the farmer's market.
At least the flight there woke me up, but it also made me realize how hungry I was. So everything at the farmer's market smelled a lot more tempting and I think if I hadn't had some carrots to fill my empty belly I would have gone home with overflowing saddlebags.
Probably nobody at the market would have minded, but I had to make sure that I didn't get too much food or it would go bad while I was on vacation out west.
And that reminded me I was going to have to make sure that Meghan kept the bird feeders full while I was gone.
I flew back to my apartment and put my food away in the electric icebox and then had one cold pancake with Nutella on it as a snack, and I decided that I'd done plenty of flying exercise but I ought to trot around a little bit and I could have gone around our neighborhood but I preferred not being on cement, and the closest place I knew with dirt trails was the nature center.
Of course I had to fly to get there, but since I was going to stay low I left all my flight gear at the apartment and went without, which felt kind of strange.
I'd wondered if Gusty was going to want to keep wearing clothes once she got back to Equestria, and now I was starting to think that maybe I'd have a hard time flying without any of my gear. It felt really odd to not be wearing any of it.
I landed at the top of the hill and started trotting around the path and it was alright up there but once I got further down the trail where it was lower, there was a lot of mud from all the rain.
Right as I landed in the first puddle, I heard my mom's voice in my head telling me not to splash in puddles or else I'd have to take a bath and I held my wings out and hesitated just a moment and then I landed in it anyways and went back to trotting around the trail.
It was nice and squishy and felt good on my hooves, and I was kind of sorry that I was kicking it up on my belly too. And so I made a couple of laps and by the time I was done I had mud on me nearly everywhere—it had dried into a crust on my belly and my tail was all stuck together with the mud I'd gotten on it, and my hooves were packed full, too. It wasn't going to shake off, so I flew up and over the trees and the railroad tracks, leaving a trail of falling mud-clumps behind me, and I landed in the river, right on the shore.
The river was pretty muddy and it was hard to see the bottom, so I had to kind of feel around until I got good footing, and I took short, sweeping steps out into deeper water so that I wouldn't trip myself over a snag, 'cause I really didn't want to fly back home with wet wings if I could help it.
I lifted each hoof off the bottom one at a time to let the current rinse them out, and once I figured I'd gotten most of it off I took off from the river, dipping my wings in the water just a little bit at the bottom of their stroke, until I'd gained enough height that just my hooves were in the water, dragging me along a little bit but also getting clean in the process.
When I was satisfied with how clean they were, I lifted them out of the water and with that drag gone I picked up altitude pretty quickly.
I followed the river back to downtown, and had to climb higher because there was a train on the railroad bridge and even though I could have gone under it felt like that was a lot of weight on it and I could imagine the train falling off. I'm sure it wouldn't, because the bridge must have been strong enough to hold trains up, but it still felt safer to go over.
The two big drains were foamy and white with all the water that they were letting into the river, and it was hard to imagine what they must have looked like last night when the rain was really coming down.
I flew over Main Street and back home that way. It felt a little bit strange to be on the wrong side of the road as I flew up the hill; normally I went with traffic but it was a little bit shorter to go against it and since I was up in the air it didn't really matter which way I flew.
I'd just banked into a turn to get back to my apartment when I remembered that I'd meant to fill Aric's bird feeder yesterday and I hadn't done it. So I flew to his house and landed in the backyard and I was glad I'd remembered because it was almost completely empty.
The garage door was sticking on the frame, 'cause I think all the rain had made it swell up some, and I really had to push on it before it opened.
Mister mouse had taken all his treats again, so after I filled the bird feeder I left another little pile of seeds (which was something else I was going to have to ask Meghan to do) and put the bag back in Aric's icebox.
The door didn't shut right either, and I couldn't get a good tug on the handle with my hooves. I could have pushed it closed from inside, but then how would I get back out? And I thought that I ought to tell David or Angela, so I knocked on the side door and waited until she came out, and then I told her about it and she said she'd get David to close it later.
I also remembered to tell her that she and David could come to Jeff's party on Friday, and she thanked me for the invitation and said that she was pretty sure that they weren't doing anything else, but she'd have to check with him.
When I got back home, I filled up my bird feeder, too, because it was also pretty low on seeds.
I had leftover pancakes for dinner, along with some hay and a bit of kale that I'd gotten at the farmer's market. Kale was kinda bitter but the flavor got evened out with the clover hay, and the woman who had sold it said that kale was the healthiest leaf vegetable. I'd never tried it before because nopony grew it back home.
I still hadn't gotten any bath salts, and I thought about flying out and seeing if I could find some somewhere but I didn't feel like putting that much effort into it, so I used soap to make bubbles and filled up the bathtub and that was really nice and relaxing. It would have been better if Meghan had been here to share it with me and I almost got out of the tub to get my portable telephone and call her, but even if she did want to I'd be finished before she got to my apartment.
When the water got cold, I let about half of it out and filled it back up with more hot water, which was kind of wasteful but then again there had been plenty of new water falling last night.
Getting out of the bathtub was a problem I hadn't anticipated. I was too relaxed, and just getting my hooves back under me so I could stand up took a couple of tries, and once I was standing I shook off then waited a little bit before I tried to step over the edge of the bathtub 'cause I didn't want to crash-land on the bathroom floor.
Maybe I'd have to see if there was a sticky mat like the one in the bathtub that would work on the bathroom floor. The tiles were kind of tricky especially when they were wet. Meghan had showed me how to put a floor-towel down which helped, but it could wrinkle up and skid out of the way.
I dried my mane some and then took the towel to my futon so I wouldn’t make a wet spot when I laid down, and I got out my Bible and went back to reading Jeremiah, but I didn't get very far because I was so tired that the words kept blurring together and after I'd read the same section four times in a row and still couldn't remember what it had said I knew that I ought to just sleep instead.
That was the bad thing about being up all night—it felt like I'd spent most of the day sleeping, but I hadn't gotten really rested.
So I stretched out on my futon and since I was still warm from the bath I didn't pull up my blankets at all, and even though I was really tired I didn't fall asleep all that fast.
Silver is lucky that flying so tired didnt lead to her hallucinating the free way wasnt the river rippling when she went for a rinse.
I think I've said this before, but I hope Silver doesn't over do this ideal of storm watching as her duty during the school year. That could have a very negative effect on her school work. She may have to pass on a few storms when school starts up again. I know this is important to her and I won't fault her for that, but she's not going to get popped by the storm watchers police if she misses a storm or two in order to forward her education. It's a good thing she is still on break or else she would either be missing class or be extremely tired in class that day.
I was thinking that Mr Salvatore could give Silver one of those life alert bracelets (You know, "I've fallen & I can't get up"). That way, Silver could summon him at need. She could wear it like a headband or a scrunchie.
They would have found it adorable.
Plus you can tell how much fun the show VA's have pretending to pony snore.
Sleepy sleepy sleepy
Surely there's some sort of app you can use to summon someone who wants to snuggle with a pony at any time day or night? If there isn't someone should make one.
Kale is no better than other leafy vegetables such as spinage. Super foods are horseapples. I shall explain the scam:
# 0 . Corner the market of some not popular and obscure food.
# 1 . Market it as a Super Food.
# 2 . ¡Profit!
Eat lots of fresh leafy vegettables and you will be fine.
In addition to Super Foods, Natural and Organic are horseapples too:
* Natural is an unregulated term, so one could call nuclear waste natural and is would be perfectly legal.
* Organic just means that they use technics from before 1900. ¿How is that supposed to be healthier? ¡Organic is just a way to charge more!
Nothing is inherently wrong with genetically modified organisms. They are heavily regulated, so they are safe to eat. If we can increase cropyealds and nutrientdensity, that sounds great to me.
7652534 Well, at least you got that out of your system.
7652534 I refuse to use the GM label. I always say transgenic (artificially inserted foreign DNA) instead. All modern crops are heavily genetically modified, you ever see wild versions of domestucated crops? They look nothing alike, not to mention that broccoli, cauliflower and a few other crops all originated as the same plant.
My other huge pet peeve is gluten free labels on stuff that very obviously should be gluten free. It's like yes, my rice product does not have wheat proteins.
7652534 Beef. It's What's For Dinner
And with this chapter I am once again caught up, at least for a little while longer.
7653010 Well real life is often stranger than fiction.
In fiction everything has to make sense in order to not blow the audience suspension of disbelief; but in real life people don't really bother questioning how plausible something is to the same extent for if it did happen it's probably you who needs to reevaluate what you believe to be plausible.
Now I have, and I presume that being hit by a car when crossing the street is still more likely than being hit by an airplane when flying near an airport.
Thank you for your insight.
~Leonzilla
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Well, I know what I'll be doing when our pony overlords finally make contact: learning to code so I can whore myself out for pony snuggles.
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"What? Me, manipulate the matching algorithm? That is preposterous!" *from underneath a pony-pile*
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Oh man, when I drove wrecker and was too sleep-deprived, I'd start hallucinating semi-trucks. That was not good. As much fun as that job was, I'm glad I got out of it before I accidentally killed someone.
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Hmm, I wonder how they'd deal with that back in Equestria? Probably in a largely pegasus school, it would be an acceptable excuse that you didn't do your homework because you were fighting off a massive storm.
Silver Glow's really motivated, though, so even if she does have to stay out late fighting a thunderstorm or something, she'll make up her schoolwork even if it means that she has to skip something that she wanted to do for fun.
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Heck, just an EPIRB, like the one she wore over Lake Michigan, would be really useful. The new ones can give off position, and I think they can be coded with all the 'aircraft' information.
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That night when every weather watcher and ham radio operator within range of Silver Glow's radio suddenly developed diabeetus.
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Oh man. You'd never lack for volunteers.
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Nuclear waste is all-natural. Plus it gives you that healthy atomic glow.
And once the earth ponies figure it out, they can sell All-natural, organic produce to Whole Foods and rake in the bits. Hell, Flim and Flam could be in charge of marketing. "Of course your cider has rocks and leaves in it. Those are all-natural sources of vitamins, minerals, and roughage. You're lucky we're not charging you extra for that."
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I'm thinking of marketing gluten-free, low-sodium, fat-free bottled water, but right now I don't have the time to try and market it.
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While I did say that midair collisions are more likely near airports, the first midair collision of two commercial passenger aircraft in the US happened over the Grand Canyon, back in the fifties, and not all that long ago there was also one over the Amazon where a business jet clipped a 737. The business jet made a successful landing, the 737 crashed. But such events are still extremely rare.
Oh, yes. Much, much more likely. I don't have an easy way to break down the numbers (I'm sure they're out there, I just don't know the best way to find them), but here are some rough, reasonable numbers in the US:
Commercial aircraft--3 deaths per 10 billion miles flown
Automobile--1.08 deaths per 100 million miles driven
Bicycle--0.37 to 1.26 deaths per 10 million miles traveled (I figured that this was a reasonable analogue to pedestrians, although I'm not sure if there's any data for how many miles people walk per year).
I'm sure that an insurance company could give you more accurate numbers, since figuring out risk is their business. But overall, flying is the safest way to get there.
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Maybe instead of having them act, they just have really long recording sessions, and whenever one of the VAs falls asleep, they record it.
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Only if you are underwater. (Or in some other medium with a high refractive index).
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Bah, you're body's like 75% water or something. That ought to be close enough.
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Too bad, too, because it's a really pretty color. Also probably deadly.
And this is one reason I don't like wearing much sleeping clothes, always end up tangled up and way too hot. Granted, I'm still amazed she's surviving summer with no AC at all, but guess it's cooler there.
Built in feather ticklers #pegaperks
Whelp, I saw the Hay Omelette coming the moment she started making her own.
And good guess of that not becoming that big a dish. Though true, there are tho that would eat it, just for the hell of it. Or on a bet. Or while drunk.
No, no... no do Pony Food Truck in Chicago. Go to Seattle instead, it would fit in so much better there.
Anchovy omelette..... ugh.
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Even ponies wear aprons, getting hot oil splattered on your coat isn't any fun either. Also, I'd find her being in nothing but an apron hotter anyway.
Watching pony ride horse, of course that will be a hit video.
"Youtube has to think about it" Ah the joys of rendering. Though, it does need to think, has lie, fifty billion content ID filters to run over it first.
Good point for Silver, it's not dangerous, it's just risking making you ride mad they have to wait. Or giving the guy one hell of a 'tip'.
Stupid pony no-liker Uber Driver! But at least he knows money is money.
She's so sweet with the horsies, the big foal just didn't realize how much stronger he was then the little horse.
And yes Silver, you've earned many treats!
Smart horse too, well used to the routine by now.
Then pony has to get in touch with her people now and then and just be silly rolly pony
And more servant training for Meghan, learning to properly clean her mistress' hooves.
The movie of it Deanne took is so going up on the places website.
Well, here we see that while mostly feline, ponies are in fact not just pony shaped cats. As Silver does not immediately try to overpower the other horses scent on meghan with her own.
And such a pony outlook, just let the dragon raise him. Not getting 1. What all he's missing. 2. Most thought the dragon was imaginary.
Ugh, the whole 'flair' idiocy.
Drunk singing.. hey she should have told that driver to stop oppressing her culture!
:leading to drunken mastery of the bra!
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That's the 'You pissed someone off and/or screwed their daughter/wife' detail.
Didn't see it, but the best general response to a fire on ship is for Class Delta fires. AKA burning metal. That shit is so hot, water just explodes on contact, since it's hot enough to rip the molecules apart, causing it to then be surrounded by gaseous hydrogen and oxygen, and what does H+O+Heat=?. So the response to that is just just dump it overboard, since the ocean is big enough to cool it down faster then it atomizes it.
Best just all around casualty response was Muddy Sunday. AKA the first time since WWII an American aircraft carrier went dead in the water. The fun part, it happened less then an hour after leaving the shipyard, we hadn't even made it out to sea. But some genius on the bridge decided to try and dredge the river bottom a bit, so every single seawater cooler on the ship got clogged with mud and silt, leading to everything shutting down since no sea water cooling means no condensers, which means no main engines or Turbine Generators. Including the Coolant Turbine Generators, whose only job is the power the Reactor Coolant Pumps. And then the emergency diesels... half of them failed to start. And I got to see it all happen directly since I was the throttleman for #3 main engine at the time.
Pony takes very good care of her pet, making sure she gets plenty of water and takes her medicine.
You don't HAVE to patrol at all, but we know that won't stop you from feeling you need to.
Back to indulging her inner kitty. "oh shiny on the ground! Go look!
"I'm part bird, therefore I don't need my license on me!"
Then we get to one of the most awesome events, SUPER FIREFIGHTING PONY TO THE RESCUE! No bystander syndrome with pony, pony smell smoke, pony take action! Also very smart pony, get the cloud in for water, and knowing not to go in no matter what. Then again, you know if she heard someone in there, she'd buck down that door and try to go get them. But this whole bit just very, very quickly shows that she's been through this before, this is something she has legit been trained to do and you see that in how fast the training kicks in and how she analyzes the situation.
Then firs firefighter trying to work out waht she's talking about before slipping into, just focus on the job, and asking her to let him go do it.
Then we get the asshole-cop. Fuck you douche bag. This is where Silver needed Cayenne to help her, she'd know how to deal with this by now. Silver should have turned on him and said "It's cause I'm blue, isn't it!" Yeah, dude had no reason to suspect her, but just saw something he couldn't understand, and went with 'it has to be wrong' like a fucking asshole.
Now this is where Aquamarine would be useful, buck his damn door off. Trapping pony in a car like that And yet she still stays all sweet and cute, just assuming the car was broken.
Now Pony Helpers FTW! Also, finally settled on a department for them. Did not figure first time through the odd, not really sure what they were with sensation was because even the story wasn't sure yet. But FBI works well enough. Now for Mr. Salvatore to have some fun. As with many things, Schlock has a strip for this. I picture him kind of like Tagon here.
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And that cop is having the worst day of his life.
Still think it would be funny if Silver went out of her way to get into situations that let him yell at people cause it made him happy.
And he nails the issue, dumbass not thinking and just reacting to anything different as bad.
But fair enough, call 911 before you try to fight the fire, but in her defense, she realized that too, but was too committed to stop with the cloud.
Now for more, I am out of things to say about how awesome her dedication is Pony storm watcher time! It should say all that needs to be said that I am this out of things to say about it, and yet never bored by it happening.
Granted, keep changing it up, now we have pony so tired, she's going on autopilot while her mind just refuses to process. Also broadcasting the most adorable snoring ever.
Ugh, I hate that "I'll just rest a moment" and wake up an hour later stiff and sore.
And yeah, smart pone, going shopping hungry leads to over buying.
Wow, super obedient and 'good' pony, still having her mom telling her to be good. Which leads into... Sea Story Time!
So, no shit, this really happened. One morning at muster, our chief (We called him Chief Goober for a sign of just how much we respected him.) was trying to be all impressive and make it seem he had any authority or control. Finally snapped at Rein (I think, was one of the trio of dudes that were the 'those guys' for our plant. The ones whose house was always a rotating party more or less.) And out of any way to actually get the least bit of respect, threatened to call his mother on him. Yes, that was how low his ability to lead was, that a Chief in the US Navy had to resort to "Don't make me tell your mother on you." (Related sea story, few years later with a new Chain of Command, one of the females in our department got caught in a.... compromising position that led to many jokes about knee pads with a guy while underway. Our Reactor Officer brought her into his office and forced her to call her husband to tell him about it. Dude was a massive ass hole.)
Easy clean river pony!
Again, d'awww at caring for mister mouse.
Well, Kale MIGHT be the healthiest, but that depends on your definition of the term, and also, that would only apply to humans, not ponies.
Silly frugal pony, having to ally her worries about using to much water for a bath. Then again, if Spike can use up all the hot water in a town doing that....
SO yeah from super ultra hero pony that so needed a medal, or at least a commendation for doing this and being ultra awesome, to fearless storm flyer pony that won't stop being a good pony! Silver Glow is amazing.
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Don't forget 'Organic' and 'All-Natural'. Also, 'Contains no GMO's'
Oh buck, those two would have WAY to easy a time. Also, fun fact, 'Organic' can actually be LESS healthy, since it has to use 'organic' fertilizer, that has a higher chance of contaminating the food with fecal borne diseases.
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Michigan’s probably about the same as Delaware, overall (or reasonably close, anyway). Maybe a little less humid, depending on how close to the ocean you are.
Main difference for her is it’s something she’s not used to.
It was really only a matter of time. What budding chef doesn’t look at an omelette in progress and think “I wonder what I could put in that?”
I’m actually almost tempted to try one with just a little bit of alfalfa or timothy hay . . . I like the smell and the taste is all right.
If I do, I’ll let you know how it tastes.
All the food trucks I’ve seen are BBQ trucks, which probably isn’t Silver’s thing. Mind you, that’s in Lansing; I’m not actually sure what the food truck scene is like in Chicago.
Another thing I’m tempted to try, just to say I’ve done it for the sake of research.
Although I have to imagine that most pony cooking doesn’t involve hot oils. Maybe hay fries do.
And yeah, nothing but an apron is pretty hot, too.
Really, what is there that Silver does that wouldn’t be a hit video? Maybe her math homework (but only maybe).
And I bet none of those content filters involve Equestrian (yet), so probably it doesn’t catch her string of curses as a storm cloud blows her off-position.
I do wonder what YouTube’s views on showing pony junk would be. Certainly in horse videos, it’s no big deal to see it in passing (at least as far as I know).
I do wonder what the rules and expectations are on that. Like, it’s a new social thing, so there probably aren’t any hard and fast rules. I’d personally think that not being ready when the Uber driver is there would be rude, especially since I’m sure your phone gives a pretty good ETA.
Which I think is the most important thing about service industries.
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Back a few years ago, when I was running the shop, a local paper called and asked for my opinions on discriminating against certain types of people (can’t remember the exact specifics; I think it was gays). I said that as long as they were polite and paid for the repair to their car, why should I care?
They didn’t publish my interview. I hope it was because that was the only answer they got from local businesses.
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I know, right?
I honestly don’t know how good horses are at figuring out size. I’ve heard that draft horses will sometimes be cowed by smaller but more aggressive horses, apparently not realizing that they could just kick that little horse into the next pasture over if they wanted to.
You know, lots of people were saying that the dog is having a hard time . . . what about DeAnne? A pony riding a horse has to be giving her all sorts of weird mental dichotomies.
In my experience, most riding stables horses are.
See, that’s one of the problems with humans. Too stuck-up to just roll around in the grass every now and then.
It’s an important skill to have. Also, once again, greatly improves Meghan’s odds of getting to Equestria. “Yeah, I know how to pick hooves. Hand it over, I’ll show you. Got a hoof-pick right in my pocket. Along with a preening brush and a curry comb.”
Which will of course go viral and get about a billion hits.
“Stand still for a second. Gotta figure out if I can just rub up against you a couple of times, or if I’m gonna have to pee on your leg.”
Isn’t that the obvious solution? Especially since Silver surely knows that ponies can raise dragons, so most likely the reverse case would be true.
Heh, I wonder if there are legends (or true stories) in Equestria of ponies being raised by various monsters/other sapient races? I bet there are.
To be fair, I don’t know if that’s really that big a deal at Applebees (or was it T.G.I. Friday’s?) but ever since Office Space made it mainstream. . . .
Not really related, but worth a listen:
[my headcanon is that ponies have hurdy-gurdys.]
Sometimes things like that are easier when you’re not thinking and not intimidated by the stupid hidden fasteners.
The one that they offer in exchange for jail time, probably. “Okay, you can do ten years in a federal prison, or six months with Pinkie Pie.”
As I recall, they did a similar thing in Firefly--just open the airlock and vent the fire to space. Boom, no more fire. Obviously, you can’t do that if the compartments are occupied.
It is always weird to think of ships burning in general, since it seems that there’s generally ample water around them to put out any fire, but of course it’s not as simple as that (and they do typically stop burning if they sink)
I have a feeling that by the time all was said and done, a lot of people had a lot of explaining to do.
She certainly doesn’t have to in the sense of it being an obligation she signed up for when she came to Earth; on the other hand, it’s what she’s made for. It’s what she does, so of course she’s got to go up there and be in the clouds.
Curiosity killed the pegasus, but satisfaction brought her back.
That’s a compelling argument, really. She got into the air zoo for free since she’s basically an airplane, so. . . .
I guarantee you that in most parts of Equestria, the first ponies to respond to fires are pegasi. They can bring clouds with water, both for the fire directly, and to dampen stuff around it to keep it from spreading. They most likely are going to be able to see the smoke much more quickly than ground-bound ponies. Certainly in any rural area, pegasi would learn how to fight fires.
And yeah, if she’d heard people yelling for help inside, she’d have kicked in a window and rescued them without a moment’s hesitation.
That’s where the training comes in for the firefighter. Don’t worry too much about the stuff she’s saying that doesn’t make a lot of sense (put a cloud on it?), get the information that’s useful to his skillset, and then get to work. If there’s anything that needs sorting out, do it after the fire’s out.
To be fair to the cop, saying that she kicked in a window and put a cloud on it is a little bit outside his training. Yeah, she totally could have tried to play the discrimination card, although of course it’s generally better to go along with the cop and sort it out later (interestingly, I’ve heard discussions from lawyers that tend to fall into that category). But he probably would have been a lot better off telling her to stick around while he figured things out, rather than sticking her in the back of his car.
Probably Silver Glow could have kicked the windows out if she’d wanted to. She also could have screamed bloody murder into her radio and that might have also gotten the FAA and NOAA on the cop (which would actually be hilarious).
The story wasn’t sure. Nah, I knew for a long time that most of them were FBI, but I wasn’t always forthcoming with that information (after all, it’s not like Silver Glow knows).
And yeah, she made Mr. Salvatore’s day. He could have just called that cop’s superior and had him let her go, or he could have shown up in his civilian clothes and made a polite request . . . motor pool Suburban with lights flashing (and you can bet that he broke land-speed records on 131, just for the fun of it), plus bulletproof vest for intimidation factor . . . odds are that poor cop’s balls were in his throat before Salvatore began to yell.
Oh, yeah.
He’s going to be twisting in the wind for a while, too, until Mr. Salvatore figures he’s suffered enough.
That’s a bit mean-spirited for her, but it would be funny.
Which, unfortunately, is a common problem in law enforcement.
That’s actually an important thing to remember in many situations--call 911 first, then render aid and assistance if able.
That’s probably not an entirely uncommon thing for her, at least back in Chonamare. Go up and fight the nasty nor’easters as long as you can, taking naps whenever possible before going back at it.
And yeah, there were probably some people listening to her snores on the radio thinking it was the most adorable thing ever.
Or several hours later . . . or the next day. . . .
I still fall into that trap all the time. You’d think I’d’ve learned by now, but nope.
Silver Glow’s Mom is super-awesome.
You’d think he could have come up with something more creative, being in the Navy and all.
Although, I’ve heard of some people doing that when harassed online. Which tends to give the little shits what they deserve, assuming that they have any respect for their mothers, anyway.
That also strikes me as pretty low. Not that she was in the right, but still . . . unless the Reactor Officer was squeaky clean himself and had never once considered doing anything that would make his momma upset, he’s got no right.
Whether your’e a believer in the Bible or not, I find that “Let he without sin cast the first stone” to be a good bit of life advice.
Rinse in the river, roll in the grass . . . ponies are easy to keep clean.
Probably Silver Glow would have a different opinion of mice if she was an earth pony, but she’s not.
Legit, Kale has tons of vitamins A, C, and K . . . which, if I remember right, helps your vision, prevents scurvy, and helps prevent cramps.
It still tastes like ass, though.
Gotta figure that at best Chonamare has a few wood-fired hot water heaters, so hot water is a bit of a luxury.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, in any decent hotel or the dorms, she could be taking a hot shower or bath 24/7 and the hot water would never run out.
Which is part of the reason Mr. Salvatore loves her so much. She’s a total badass and completely humble.
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I wonder if wireless chargers would ever become informally known as pony chargers, because that would probably be the standard for pony electronics.
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In the real world, where they've been existing tech for years, probably not. In a world where ponies were starting to visit Earth prior to 2016, and wireless charging wasn't commonplace, there's a chance that the tech could be associated with them. Especially if more things that ponies liked to use suddenly started getting wireless chargers.