MageAnon's Marvelous Misadventures Part Six: Bust-a-Move

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>Tick
>Tock
>Tick
>Tock
>BANG
>Ughhh
>You awake to find yourself face down on the marble floor.
>Nice way to start the day.
>After that night though, it seemed a little more than fitting.
>Since you did kind of run face first into a family AND Political event.
I got that Brain
>Just making sure bro, we’re in this together.
>You check your mp3 for the time.
>8:00AM
>Guess it’s late enough.
>You always had a hard time getting back to sleep.
>A childhood problem that never truly went away.
>You never changed out of your clothes from last night, so your shirt and pants are quite wrinkled.
>At this point, you’re just glad you still have them.
>You gather up the few toiletries you had stored in your bag from the last trip and head of to do your morning rituals.
>And by rituals you mean making sure you don’t look like you just wandered out of a homeless camp.
>You walk into the bathroom and look into the mirrOMG DO YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
>Patchy Beard? Check.
>Horribly matted hair? Check.
>Looks like you got hit by an ugly stick?
>More like you fell out of the ugly tree hitting all the branches on your way down. Check.
>Nothing a good shave can’t fix.
>Too bad you forgot a Razor.
>FUUUUUUUU
>You hate magical shaving.
>It just doesn’t feel right.
>You hope you still got up early enough to meet the Celestia for Breakfast.
>You decide to turn you mp3 on for some music while you shower.
>The familiar sounds of your past life may help calm you down a bit.
>Let’s see what we got here.
>Ah this should do perfect.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF7zjPTmvAQ&feature=related
>You can’t help but sing along, although carrying a horrible tune.
>It reminds you a bit of back home, but at least you have some of home with you.
>Scrub a dub dub, Anon in the tub.
>Shower’s a bit tiny, but hey, warm water is best water.
>Just as the song ends, you finish your rushed shower.
>Don’t want to be too late.
>Just as you step out of the shower, the song changes.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LB5YkmjalDg&ob=av3e
>OH MAN YOU LOVE THIS SONG
>You begin to dance and sing along.
“Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care
Because I can tell what's going on”
>This is YOUR JAM
>Grabbing your towel, which is much too small, you dance out into the room.
>You strike a pose, feeling like a star
“It's hip to be a square!”
>Suddenly your door bursts open, and Celestia comes barging in.
>”Anonymous are you alright? I heard a loud commotion!”
>She see’s you
>You see her
>And you’re not wearing any clothes.
>And you’ve got the towel around your still wet head.
>One awkward second which feels like a millennia later...
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” is all you manage to shout diving for the bed, trying to hide your shame.
“ITS JUST MUSIC”
>”Oh my goodness.” Celestia stammers and dashes out of the room.
>The door flies back into place, although barely on its hinges.
>You peek over the bed to find she has left.
>Your mp3 has finished its song, and is already starting the next one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z4m4lnjxkY
>Seriously?
>You make a mad scramble for the infernal device and shut it off.
>This is going to be one awkward breakfast.
>Minutes earlier, from a different perspective.
>You’ve been waiting for Anonymous for an hour now.
>Although you don’t have anything to do for another 2 hours, this time could better be used trying to find some of StarSwirls hidden texts.
>And after Luna told you what happened last night, it’s all the more pertinent you figure out just what the buck is going on.
>Normally you never cursed, but at this point, it would take a small miracle to get you out of this rut.
>You drain the dregs of your coffee cup, and let out an audible sigh.
> A waiter p0ny quickly comes from the side and refills your cup.
>”Thank you” you managed to say with your best political smile.
>Gotta keep up those appearances.
>You take another small sip of the delicious morning stimulant.
>Even a sun-deity needs a little pick-me-up sometimes.
>There’s a large platter of assorted breakfast goods strewn across the table.
>Far more than you could ever eat yourself, so you allow many of the guard p0nies on break to come in and grab a snack.
>Better to have a well-rested and well-fed guard than an always on duty and partially distracted guard.
>You look at your schedule for today.
>Meetings, meetings, research, audience to arrange plans for Gala, short lunch break, Carnival plans, deal with some civil unrest after changeling incident, and the list goes on and on.
>You can’t even remember the last time you had a break from all this nonsense.
>And it’s not like Luna can do much doing the day.
>Which leaves you mostly in charge.
>Ever since Luna came back, it seems like there hasn’t been a moments rest for anyone.
>Not that her arrival wasn’t welcome.
>It’s just the sudden avalanche of problems has your patience stretched a bit thin.
>And now with this “Anon” arriving, it just never seems to end.
>Maybe you should think about enlisting some help...
>Your pulled out of your daydream by a loud racket coming from upstairs.
>It sounds like it’s coming from Anon’s room.
>Just what is going on NOW?
>You race from your seat, and bolt out there door.
>Guards are already headed in that direction but you wave them off.
>You’ll handle this yourself.
>You see the door, and try the handle, but its locked.
>Of course.
>You charge up a quick spell and blast the door of its hinges.
>”Anonymous are you alright? I heard a loud commotion!” you yell.
>He’s standing right there.
>Striking some sort of pose.
>The sound blaring from the other room
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH” he screams, diving for the behind the bed
>It takes a moment to click
>The creature was not wearing any garments
>Oh
>OH
>”Oh my goodness.” You say blushing madly at the sudden realisation.
>You run for the door and quickly latch it back in place as you exit the room.
>You hear him yell from the inside “IT’S JUST MUSIC”
>Of course, the creature had some interesting items with him.
>You face-hoof, trying to stifle a laugh at your own stupidity.
>And the fact that his “Image” is now stuck in your mind.
>Just great...
>Well, back downstairs.
>There’s not nearly enough coffee in Canterlot to get you through the day.
>Back to Anon
>You’re dressed now, but still feel naked.
>Bloody p0nies and their lack of knowledge about your world.
>Well, that’s mostly your fault.
>Most of the stuff you got across yesterday was a brief history of the last 100 years on earth, and a bit of ancient history.
>Neither of which you knew too much about.
>It’s a shame really.
>Beside for the ONE thing you helped do back on earth, you really never had much of an impact.
>And that one thing will most likely never reach the light of day if the world government has its way.
>But then again, maybe it’s for the best.
>Trying to explain why a 20 mile wide and 50 mile deep sinkhole appeared in the middle of the South American Jungle WOULD be difficult at best.
>And then trying to tell the truth?
>Ha, that’s like saying you visited a land filled with magical talking animals.
>Oh
>HAHA DUDE, you are too much sometimes.
I try bro.
>Ok, enough internal monologue, let’s get down to breakfast.
>You’re starving.
>The door is still hanging precariously on its hinges
>You take a look and figure that its just a simple manner of repairing the hinges and placing it back properly.
>You grab your trusty box of AWESOME chalk, and draw a line along the hinges where they’ve broken.
>A little magical exertion later, the hinges look brand new, and the door even better.
>You smile, admiring your handy work.
>At least you’re not THAT useless.
>You walk down the down the hall, whistling the tune you were listening to earlier.
>You find the Dining room from yesterday flawlessly.
>Your really getting a sense of things now.
>Opening the doors, you see Celestia, sitting at the head of the table, all the way on the other side of the room.
>Well this is going to be awkward.
>”Ah Anonymous, it’s good to see you, please, come sit down and enjoy some breakfast.
“Good morning to you as well Princess. I trust you slept well?” you say cheerfully trying to maintain your poker face.
>You stroll over to the seat to the side of the Princess and sit down.
>Anon’s skill in adapting to foreign infrastructure has increased!
>Anon’s skill level raises from “How do I work chair?” to “Don’t worry, I’m from Ikea.”
>”I did, and yourself?” she asks, taking a bit out of a fresh apple.
>You want to say that you’ve slept better, but being the gentleman you are (No you aren’t) you say;
“I slept like a log, thank you.”
>You grab a small Danish, and pour yourself a cup of tea.
>It smells like the tea Mom used to make.
>You take a small sip.
>Its tastes like it TOO!
>You quickly start chugging the tea.
>”Oh, that’s surprising. From what my Sister tells me, you two had quite the time last night.”
>PSPHTTHHHH
>The tea goes flying all over the place.
>Some even comes out your nose.
>Real classy Anon, real classy
>The Princess laughs at your expense.
>”Oh Anon, I HAD to get you back for this morning’s, uh, ordeal.” She says stifling further laughs.
>It has begun,
>The greatest jimmy rustle of our time.
>Your face is as red as the apple she is eating.
>”Oh don’t worry Anon, what’s done is done. Although I would like to see the device you were using.” She says, reverting to her royally friendly demeanour.
>Dude, you got trolled hard
Yeah well you did too asshole.
>Yeah but I saw this coming.
Suuuuuure you did buddy.
“Uhh sure Princess, but weren’t there more pressing matters we had to discuss this morning?”
>”Oh right,” she says levitating a hefty sack over to you. “This is a onetime stipend from the royal treasury. The currency we use in Equestria are called “Bits”. Inside you will find 500 bits, which is more than enough to get you settled for around two months until you can find a steady source of employment. I have also sent for a house to be refurbished for you in P0nyville where you will be staying, until such a time you find a way to return home, if you so wish.”
>”For the next few months as well, you will receive a stipend of 100 bits, as payment for services rendered.”
“And what exactly will these services be?” you say nervously
>”I will simply require you to write to me about your life here in Equestria. My student Twilight Sparkle, whom you have already met, writes to me about her lessons in friendship, so you may ask her for advice for your letters. You may write to me whenever you see fit, although it is always a pleasure hearing from my subjects.”
“Oh well in that case, I would be more than happy to Princess, although I still have one question.”
>”What is it Anonymous? Is there something troubling you?”
>Secretly you wanted to talk about that incident with the statue, but thought better of it.
“It was actually about access to the lines, to recharge. Will I still be able to?” You say, hating to bring up the night before.
>”That will be no problem at all Anonymous, however is you notice anything out of the ordinary again, it is of the utmost importance that you tell me right away.” She says with a serious face. “I will just have to figure out a means of transport for you on a weekly basis, taking the train is quite the trip, and I do not always have carriages to spare.”
“If you will allow me Princess, I may have a solution to that problem.” You say with a smirk.
>You stand up, and pull out a single piece of white chalk.
“On my home planet, we used Ley lines not only for magic, but for transportation.” You say while drawing a small channelling beacon at your feet.
“Using the lines as a short-cut, we were able to travel long distances very quickly.” You say walking to the other side of the room drawing a circle there.
“The bonus of this is that travel became instant,” you say drawing a third circle next to the princess.
“Although it consumes a lot of energy, it revolutionized transport.” You say drawing a fouth circle by the door.
“And allowed us to be farther apart, yet close than ever. Drawing the final circle on the side of the wall.
“Now allow me to demonstrate.” You say standing by the front door.
>With a quick poof, you standing by the other side of the table.
“Instant”
>Another poof, and you back where you started
“transportation”
>*pop* and your standing on the wall
“To anywhere”
>*pop* and you’re next to the princess
“There are Lines”
>”My my, that is impressive. Most teleportation spells only go so far for p0nies.” She says.
“There’s more to it than simple circles and lines, but that can be explained at a later date.” You say, trying to make yourself appear smarter than you actually are.
>You once again take your seat.
>Short distance teleportation does not drain THAT much energy, so you’re still feeling pretty good.
>You grab another Danish and quickly devour it.
>Sure it doesn’t take a lot of energy, but it CAN make you hungrier on an empty stomach.
>You hear the hall door open, and a guard walks through.
>”The Carriage has arrived Princess and is ready to transport the huma-, I mean Anonymous to his residence in P0nyville.” He says
>”Ah thank you, you are dismissed.” Celestia says.
>”Come Anonymous, I shall see you off, and then I must get back to my royal duties. Your belongings should already be on their way to the carriage.”
>If she was so worried about transportation, shouldn’t the train be faster than carriage?
>You grab a cupcake for the road, and follow the Princess outside.
>Outside, there are 2 pegasi harnessed to a fancy looking carriage.
>Your face immediately drains of all colour.
>”Is there something wrong Anonymous?” she asks, seeing the shock on your face.
“Uhh no Princess, just a bit jittery. This has been a strange few days, and everything’s still trying to sink in.”
>Secretly you wanted to say you were deathly afraid of flying.
>Seriously, if you were meant to fly, you’d have wings.
>And evidently, some of the creatures here did, so this was something you might have to get used too.
>”It has been for both of us, now, I do hope you enjoy the refurbished house we have set up for you, and do be sure to write.” She says opening the door to the carriage.
“I will Princess, and please give my regards to Princess Luna as well.”
>Of course Anonymous, have a pleasant flight.” She says smiling.
>Like a bolt from the blue, your off.
>The Pegasi race off, pulling the carriage towards a cliff face.
>The road must be around the corner right?
>They pick up speed and keep heading for the sheer drop-off.
>THEY ARE GOING TO TURN, RIGHT?
>Even faster now.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=5gqT6En2O78#t=68s
>Starts running through your mind.
>HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS!
>You peek outside the window to already see that you are in the air.
>The pegasi are laughing in front of you.
>”Sorry man, we always do that to fledgling flyers. We should arrive in p0nyville within an hour or so.”
“Ha, ha, good one guys...” you managed to sputter out, barely holding on to your breakfast.
>Inside the carriage, there was a map of p0nyville and the surrounding areas.
>A little “X” marked the spot of your house.
>It appeared to be right outside a large forest.
>Just like your parents cottage.
>You sigh a little bit, feeling the familiar feel of homesickness.
>Deciding that since it’s going to be a bit of a ride, you may as well get some more sleep.
>You’ve haven’t had much luck sleeping on planes, or in this case, flying carriages before.
>You shut your eyes and try to relax.
>And just like that, you’re out like a light.
>Your back home, in the living room.
>It’s cluttered beyond all recognition still.
>Boxes upon boxes of paper, notes, military slips, cheque stubs, mementos, etc.
>The kitchen light is on.
>You walk into the room, and open the fridge.
>Still nothing to eat.
>Open up the cupboards
>Inside it’s filled with..
>Apples?
>SO MANY APPLES
>Its an Applelanche!
>The room quickly begins flooding with apples
>You sprint for the door
>You throw it open
>A pink face pops up
>”HI ANON IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”
“AHHHHHHH” you say waking from your crazy dream.
>”You ok in there sir? Were just about at p0nyville.”
“Just fine, just a weird dream.”
>You can see the town coming into view now.
>It looks much like a small hamlet in the English countryside.
>You could get used to this.
>The carriage lands in the middle of downtown p0nyville.
>Gathering up you things, you notice s severe lack of anyone around.
>Or should you say anyp0ny?
>Its gonna be hard getting used to saying that.
>”This is your stop sir, your house is located just outside of town, near the edge of the Everfree Forest. It should be no more than a 15 minute walk or so.” The one Pegasus says.
“Thanks a lot guys. It was the smoothest flight I’ve ever had.”
>”Our pleasure sir, have a great day.” And with that, they fly off, just as quickly as they arrived.
>Well dude here we are.
What do you mean?
>Well, isn’t it obvious? We’ve somewhat successfully integrated into a foreign society!
Yeah, I guess you right.
>I know it’s a bit weird, but we are gonna have to make do.
At least until we can find a way back home.
>You pull out the map you received back in the carriage.
>Seems like you have to go north to west to find your house.
>Seems like most of the residents were not informed about your arrival.
>Seems is a word you like to use a lot.
>And it seems there is a pink blur speeding right towards you.
>THWACK

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>Tick
>Tock
>Tick
>Tock
>BANG
>Ughhh
>You awake to find yourself face down on the marble floor.
>Nice way to start the day.
>After that night though, it seemed a little more than fitting.
>Since you did kind of run face first into a family AND Political event.
I got that Brain
>Just making sure bro, we’re in this together.
>You check your mp3 for the time.
>8:00AM
>Guess it’s late enough.
>You always had a hard time getting back to sleep.
>A childhood problem that never truly went away.
>You never changed out of your clothes from last night, so your shirt and pants are quite wrinkled.
>At this point, you’re just glad you still have them.
>You gather up the few toiletries you had stored in your bag from the last trip and head of to do your morning rituals.
>And by rituals you mean making sure you don’t look like you just wandered out of a homeless camp.
>You walk into the bathroom and look into the mirrOMG DO YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
>Patchy Beard? Check.
>Horribly matted hair? Check.
>Looks like you got hit by an ugly stick?
>More like you fell out of the ugly tree hitting all the branches on your way down. Check.
>Nothing a good shave can’t fix.
>Too bad you forgot a Razor.
>FUUUUUUUU
>You hate magical shaving.
>It just doesn’t feel right.
>You hope you still got up early enough to meet the Celestia for Breakfast.
>You decide to turn you mp3 on for some music while you shower.
>The familiar sounds of your past life may help calm you down a bit.
>Let’s see what we got here.
>Ah this should do perfect.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF7zjPTmvAQ&feature=related
>You can’t help but sing along, although carrying a horrible tune.
>It reminds you a bit of back home, but at least you have some of home with you.
>Scrub a dub dub, Anon in the tub.
>Shower’s a bit tiny, but hey, warm water is best water.
>Just as the song ends, you finish your rushed shower.
>Don’t want to be too late.
>Just as you step out of the shower, the song changes.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LB5YkmjalDg&ob=av3e
>OH MAN YOU LOVE THIS SONG
>You begin to dance and sing along.
“Now I'm playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think I'm crazy, but I don't even care
Because I can tell what's going on”
>This is YOUR JAM
>Grabbing your towel, which is much too small, you dance out into the room.
>You strike a pose, feeling like a star
“It's hip to be a square!”
>Suddenly your door bursts open, and Celestia comes barging in.
>”Anonymous are you alright? I heard a loud commotion!”
>She see’s you
>You see her
>And you’re not wearing any clothes.
>And you’ve got the towel around your still wet head.
>One awkward second which feels like a millennia later...
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” is all you manage to shout diving for the bed, trying to hide your shame.
“ITS JUST MUSIC”
>”Oh my goodness.” Celestia stammers and dashes out of the room.
>The door flies back into place, although barely on its hinges.
>You peek over the bed to find she has left.
>Your mp3 has finished its song, and is already starting the next one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z4m4lnjxkY
>Seriously?
>You make a mad scramble for the infernal device and shut it off.
>This is going to be one awkward breakfast.

>Minutes earlier, from a different perspective.
>You’ve been waiting for Anonymous for an hour now.
>Although you don’t have anything to do for another 2 hours, this time could better be used trying to find some of StarSwirls hidden texts.
>And after Luna told you what happened last night, it’s all the more pertinent you figure out just what the buck is going on.
>Normally you never cursed, but at this point, it would take a small miracle to get you out of this rut.
>You drain the dregs of your coffee cup, and let out an audible sigh.
> A waiter p0ny quickly comes from the side and refills your cup.
>”Thank you” you managed to say with your best political smile.
>Gotta keep up those appearances.
>You take another small sip of the delicious morning stimulant.
>Even a sun-deity needs a little pick-me-up sometimes.
>There’s a large platter of assorted breakfast goods strewn across the table.
>Far more than you could ever eat yourself, so you allow many of the guard p0nies on break to come in and grab a snack.
>Better to have a well-rested and well-fed guard than an always on duty and partially distracted guard.
>You look at your schedule for today.
>Meetings, meetings, research, audience to arrange plans for Gala, short lunch break, Carnival plans, deal with some civil unrest after changeling incident, and the list goes on and on.
>You can’t even remember the last time you had a break from all this nonsense.
>And it’s not like Luna can do much doing the day.
>Which leaves you mostly in charge.
>Ever since Luna came back, it seems like there hasn’t been a moments rest for anyone.
>Not that her arrival wasn’t welcome.
>It’s just the sudden avalanche of problems has your patience stretched a bit thin.
>And now with this “Anon” arriving, it just never seems to end.
>Maybe you should think about enlisting some help...
>Your pulled out of your daydream by a loud racket coming from upstairs.
>It sounds like it’s coming from Anon’s room.
>Just what is going on NOW?
>You race from your seat, and bolt out there door.
>Guards are already headed in that direction but you wave them off.
>You’ll handle this yourself.
>You see the door, and try the handle, but its locked.
>Of course.
>You charge up a quick spell and blast the door of its hinges.
>”Anonymous are you alright? I heard a loud commotion!” you yell.
>He’s standing right there.
>Striking some sort of pose.
>The sound blaring from the other room
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH” he screams, diving for the behind the bed
>It takes a moment to click
>The creature was not wearing any garments
>Oh
>OH
>”Oh my goodness.” You say blushing madly at the sudden realisation.
>You run for the door and quickly latch it back in place as you exit the room.
>You hear him yell from the inside “IT’S JUST MUSIC”
>Of course, the creature had some interesting items with him.
>You face-hoof, trying to stifle a laugh at your own stupidity.
>And the fact that his “Image” is now stuck in your mind.
>Just great...
>Well, back downstairs.
>There’s not nearly enough coffee in Canterlot to get you through the day.

>Back to Anon
>You’re dressed now, but still feel naked.
>Bloody p0nies and their lack of knowledge about your world.
>Well, that’s mostly your fault.
>Most of the stuff you got across yesterday was a brief history of the last 100 years on earth, and a bit of ancient history.
>Neither of which you knew too much about.
>It’s a shame really.
>Beside for the ONE thing you helped do back on earth, you really never had much of an impact.
>And that one thing will most likely never reach the light of day if the world government has its way.
>But then again, maybe it’s for the best.
>Trying to explain why a 20 mile wide and 50 mile deep sinkhole appeared in the middle of the South American Jungle WOULD be difficult at best.
>And then trying to tell the truth?
>Ha, that’s like saying you visited a land filled with magical talking animals.
>Oh
>HAHA DUDE, you are too much sometimes.
I try bro.
>Ok, enough internal monologue, let’s get down to breakfast.
>You’re starving.
>The door is still hanging precariously on its hinges
>You take a look and figure that its just a simple manner of repairing the hinges and placing it back properly.
>You grab your trusty box of AWESOME chalk, and draw a line along the hinges where they’ve broken.
>A little magical exertion later, the hinges look brand new, and the door even better.
>You smile, admiring your handy work.
>At least you’re not THAT useless.
>You walk down the down the hall, whistling the tune you were listening to earlier.
>You find the Dining room from yesterday flawlessly. 
>Your really getting a sense of things now.
>Opening the doors, you see Celestia, sitting at the head of the table, all the way on the other side of the room.
>Well this is going to be awkward.
>”Ah Anonymous, it’s good to see you, please, come sit down and enjoy some breakfast.
“Good morning to you as well Princess. I trust you slept well?” you say cheerfully trying to maintain your poker face.
>You stroll over to the seat to the side of the Princess and sit down.
>Anon’s skill in adapting to foreign infrastructure has increased!
>Anon’s skill level raises from “How do I work chair?” to “Don’t worry, I’m from Ikea.”
>”I did, and yourself?” she asks, taking a bit out of a fresh apple.
>You want to say that you’ve slept better, but being the gentleman you are (No you aren’t) you say;
“I slept like a log, thank you.”
>You grab a small Danish, and pour yourself a cup of tea.
>It smells like the tea Mom used to make.
>You take a small sip.
>Its tastes like it TOO!
>You quickly start chugging the tea.
>”Oh, that’s surprising. From what my Sister tells me, you two had quite the time last night.”
>PSPHTTHHHH
>The tea goes flying all over the place.
>Some even comes out your nose.
>Real classy Anon, real classy
>The Princess laughs at your expense.
>”Oh Anon, I HAD to get you back for this morning’s, uh, ordeal.” She says stifling further laughs.
>It has begun,
>The greatest jimmy rustle of our time.
>Your face is as red as the apple she is eating.
>”Oh don’t worry Anon, what’s done is done. Although I would like to see the device you were using.” She says, reverting to her royally friendly demeanour.
>Dude, you got trolled hard
Yeah well you did too asshole.
>Yeah but I saw this coming.
Suuuuuure you did buddy.
“Uhh sure Princess, but weren’t there more pressing matters we had to discuss this morning?”
>”Oh right,” she says levitating a hefty sack over to you. “This is a onetime stipend from the royal treasury. The currency we use in Equestria are called “Bits”. Inside you will find 500 bits, which is more than enough to get you settled for around two months until you can find a steady source of employment. I have also sent for a house to be refurbished for you in P0nyville where you will be staying, until such a time you find a way to return home, if you so wish.”
>”For the next few months as well, you will receive a stipend of 100 bits, as payment for  services rendered.” 
“And what exactly will these services be?” you say nervously
>”I will simply require you to write to me about your life here in Equestria. My student Twilight Sparkle, whom you have already met, writes to me about her lessons in friendship, so you may ask her for advice for your letters. You may write to me whenever you see fit, although it is always a pleasure hearing from my subjects.”
“Oh well in that case, I would be more than happy to Princess, although I still have one question.”
>”What is it Anonymous? Is there something troubling you?”
>Secretly you wanted to talk about that incident with the statue, but thought better of it.
“It was actually about access to the lines, to recharge. Will I still be able to?” You say, hating to bring up the night before.
>”That will be no problem at all Anonymous, however is you notice anything out of the ordinary again, it is of the utmost importance that you tell me right away.” She says with a serious face. “I will just have to figure out a means of transport for you on a weekly basis, taking the train is quite the trip, and I do not always have carriages to spare.”
“If you will allow me Princess, I may have a solution to that problem.” You say with a smirk.
>You stand up, and pull out a single piece of white chalk.
“On my home planet, we used Ley lines not only for magic, but for transportation.” You say while drawing a small channelling beacon at your feet.
“Using the lines as a short-cut, we were able to travel long distances very quickly.” You say walking to the other side of the room drawing a circle there.
“The bonus of this is that travel became instant,” you say drawing a third circle next to the princess.
“Although it consumes a lot of energy, it revolutionized transport.” You say drawing a fouth circle by the door.
“And allowed us to be farther apart, yet close than ever. Drawing the final circle on the side of the wall.
“Now allow me to demonstrate.” You say standing by the front door.
>With a quick poof, you standing by the other side of the table.
“Instant”
>Another poof, and you back where you started
“transportation”
>*pop* and your standing on the wall
“To anywhere”
>*pop* and you’re next to the princess
“There are Lines”
>”My my, that is impressive. Most teleportation spells only go so far for p0nies.” She says.
“There’s more to it than simple circles and lines, but that can be explained at a later date.” You say, trying to make yourself appear smarter than you actually are.
>You once again take your seat.
>Short distance teleportation does not drain THAT much energy, so you’re still feeling pretty good.
>You grab another Danish and quickly devour it.
>Sure it doesn’t take a lot of energy, but it CAN make you hungrier on an empty stomach.
>You hear the hall door open, and a guard walks through.
>”The Carriage has arrived Princess and is ready to transport the huma-, I mean Anonymous to his residence in P0nyville.” He says
>”Ah thank you, you are dismissed.” Celestia says.
>”Come Anonymous, I shall see you off, and then I must get back to my royal duties. Your belongings should already be on their way to the carriage.”
>If she was so worried about transportation, shouldn’t the train be faster than carriage?
>You grab a cupcake for the road, and follow the Princess outside.
>Outside, there are 2 pegasi harnessed to a fancy looking carriage.
>Your face immediately drains of all colour. 
>”Is there something wrong Anonymous?” she asks, seeing the shock on your face.
“Uhh no Princess, just a bit jittery. This has been a strange few days, and everything’s still trying to sink in.”
>Secretly you wanted to say you were deathly afraid of flying.
>Seriously, if you were meant to fly, you’d have wings.
>And evidently, some of the creatures here did, so this was something you might have to get used too.
>”It has been for both of us, now, I do hope you enjoy the refurbished house we have set up for you, and do be sure to write.” She says opening the door to the carriage.
“I will Princess, and please give my regards to Princess Luna as well.”
>Of course Anonymous, have a pleasant flight.” She says smiling.
>Like a bolt from the blue, your off.
>The Pegasi race off, pulling the carriage towards a cliff face.
>The road must be around the corner right?
>They pick up speed and keep heading for the sheer drop-off.
>THEY ARE GOING TO TURN, RIGHT?
>Even faster now.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=5gqT6En2O78#t=68s 
>Starts running through your mind.
>HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS!
>You peek outside the window to already see that you are in the air.
>The pegasi are laughing in front of you.
>”Sorry man, we always do that to fledgling flyers. We should arrive in p0nyville within an hour or so.”
“Ha, ha, good one guys...” you managed to sputter out, barely holding on to your breakfast.
>Inside the carriage, there was a map of p0nyville and the surrounding areas.
>A little “X” marked the spot of your house.
>It appeared to be right outside a large forest.
>Just like your parents cottage.
>You sigh a little bit, feeling the familiar feel of homesickness.
>Deciding that since it’s going to be a bit of a ride, you may as well get some more sleep.
>You’ve haven’t had much luck sleeping on planes, or in this case, flying carriages before.
>You shut your eyes and try to relax.
>And just like that, you’re out like a light.

>Your back home, in the living room.
>It’s cluttered beyond all recognition still.
>Boxes upon boxes of paper, notes, military slips, cheque stubs, mementos, etc.
>The kitchen light is on.
>You walk into the room, and open the fridge.
>Still nothing to eat.
>Open up the cupboards
>Inside it’s filled with..
>Apples?
>SO MANY APPLES
>Its an Applelanche!
>The room quickly begins flooding with apples
>You sprint for the door
>You throw it open
>A pink face pops up
>”HI ANON IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“AHHHHHHH” you say waking from your crazy dream.
>”You ok in there sir? Were just about at p0nyville.”
“Just fine, just a weird dream.”
>You can see the town coming into view now.
>It looks much like a small hamlet in the English countryside.
>You could get used to this.
>The carriage lands in the middle of downtown p0nyville.
>Gathering up you things, you notice s severe lack of anyone around.
>Or should you say anyp0ny?
>Its gonna be hard getting used to saying that.
>”This is your stop sir, your house is located just outside of town, near the edge of the Everfree Forest. It should be no more than a 15 minute walk or so.” The one Pegasus says.
“Thanks a lot guys. It was the smoothest flight I’ve ever had.” 
>”Our pleasure sir, have a great day.” And with that, they fly off, just as quickly as they arrived.
>Well dude here we are.
What do you mean?	
>Well, isn’t it obvious? We’ve somewhat successfully integrated into a foreign society!
Yeah, I guess you right.
>I know it’s a bit weird, but we are gonna have to make do.
At least until we can find a way back home.
>You pull out the map you received back in the carriage.
>Seems like you have to go north to west to find your house.
>Seems like most of the residents were not informed about your arrival.
>Seems is a word you like to use a lot.
>And it seems there is a pink blur speeding right towards you.
>THWACK

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