The Code of The Secret Society of Bronies/Pegasisters in Ponyville, The SSBPP

Checkmark and Fall Sky

Checkmark here. I think it's about time we finally got together some more details about the five of us. Before we actually head to Ponyville. But first, I want to mention something that we don't usually talk about.

We keep this diary because, well honestly, we all know we're going to be caught. It's a matter of time. It's an unspoken truth we all have to live with. When everypony signed on the dotted line, they knew. This was going to be a short and very sweet life. Another thing that wasn't written in the pamphlet was that we chose people who seemed to have little hope. People for whom this was truly the best thing to do. The purpose of this whole project is to make our dreams come true. That's all. It's an escape. Those 41 who left, they were very wise. Not because of the danger, but because they knew they had things in life they had to accomplish before running away to their paradise. The world still needed them. Whether or not they all knew it. That's what I think. Maybe not. Maybe it was just too overwhelming. Anyway, that was my little monologue.

I'm the one who checks all the details, organizes everything, and helped fund it all. I'm very scientific. The transporter is my life's work, and when I discovered the show and everything, I had something to look forward to. So I told myself, "Ponyville, eh? That's what I want to do with this." Although it wasn't just my idea. That's why we're all together. That's my thing; I do all the boring and hard work. I don't mind. It makes me feel important. Gives my life purpose. I'm glad I'm the one who makes everything possible. My cutie mark is a scroll and a violet quill with check marks. Hence the name we chose. I'm a unicorn, and I have a tawny colored mane, and a beige coat. I'm also still male, by the way. The only time that happened was with Winter Breeze. (Although it's my guess that this could happen more often than 1 in 5.) Oh, and my eyes are Amethyst.

Anyhoo(f), with that out of the way, I can talk about our anxiously patient guests waiting for their escape from this abysmal planet. In comparison anyway.

The process of getting everypony over there took many hours. We began the written test at 10:45 A.M. and by the time our old home was behind us, it was 11:19 P.M. by the same measurement of time. Equestrian time is not parallel to ours, so there was some jet lag for many. We destroyed the building the next day; when the demolition men were on their shift. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We sent people three at a time, one for each committee member on the other side to adjust them to their dramatically different environment.

A lot of people went back to the yellow box while they waited for their turn, while some sat in the testing area to get away from the crowd. I saw groups of new friends laughing together and playing cards while others shed tears in each other's arms. Some were taking this very hard. But it was their choice. I had never seen such happiness and fear at the same time. When Winter Breeze or I stepped out of the big garage with our clipboards, they all stopped what they were doing to see who was up next. Maybe they were also still in such shock that they needed to look at us to validate it to themselves that this was still real.

"Hello, Tyler? And also a Rachel. Rachel? Okay, and Damon, I'm looking for a Damon."

Some groups were untimely separated, and would have to regroup in their new form hours later. All of their belongings were put into shopping carts. We microwaved some ravioli for some of the late stayers. Although it wouldn't matter once they got their bodies. I'm sure they had meals prepared on the other side too. It was about time they learned how to eat hay.

When there was no one left but us two; that's when the real work began. I didn't know how to use magic very well, so it didn't help me lift anything that big. But (Excuse me for gushing for a second.) it was just so cool! It was like using the force! Don't tell me you haven't always wanted to do that, so shut it. (ahem) The demo team was going to inspect the building, so the mere two of us had to move the transporter to our tiny secret basement. A very big hassle that was indeed. First we tossed in a note saying, "We have to move the transporter, remember. We'll be a long while, guys. Tommorrow maybe. See you. -Winter and Checkers"

Then we flung in the rest of the things, keeping a good distance so we don't throw ourselves in. We were already getting tired, but at least the demolition men were going to get rid of all the tables and chairs in all the other rooms. Then there came the enormous task of disassembling the cursed thing, shutting down all the computers, untangling ALL the plugs and extension cords and slowly bringing the large equipment down the stairs into the cramped room. We had it all worked out, but the creepy basement was still pretty small for it. We were so unbelievably tired, and there was STILL more work to do. We didn't tell the guests, but we put up charges on all the equipment, set it for 1800 seconds so even if it was all found, it would be beyond repair. It would go off the same time the building would implode. Now we just had to wait for the crew to get here, inspect everything and leave. Then we could push the locked button.

We gave the signal over walkie-talkies when we heard them arrive, "Okay, everpo- Okay, everyone. Get in there and move all the furniture. That should be it. It's all clean."

It was a grueling seven and a half hours later when they reported finishing tearing down all the wall paper and shipping away the desks and everything. We got some much needed sleep; it was dark in there with all the electronics off. But when it was time, we powered everything up, unlocked the charges, and told them to bring it down. Then we leaped through the transporter like frightened little wallabies.

It wasn't over when we got back to Equestria, however. We had to help remove the corresponding transporter so it wouldn't send over any debris from the explosions or overload and kill us all. Maybe. Why risk that? About 45 minutes later the five of us together tested it one last time. It wasn't working. Exactly the result we were expecting. Right then, Star Dazzle gave a bit of a final word, "Well guys. We're trapped in Equestria with a bunch of stolen hay and other goods with over a hundred homeless gender bent, magically illiterate, flying disabled ponies and a ton of other incriminating stuff in the middle of nowhere with no excuse. Job well done?"

In harmony we cheered, "Job well done!"

We had a great laugh.

Fall Sky coming in. Hey everypony. He he. You've always been the dramatic one huh, Checkers. [The monologue.] Ah... anyway...

Yeah, so I helped with all the big stuff on the other side while all the new ponies came through. By the way, I'm not much of a writer, [his hooves] so Star Dazzle is helping me scribe this while I lay it on her.

Right, okay. I've got a nice yellow mane, grey coat, and... I'm a pegasus. I've got lime colored eyes and my cutie mark is a brown leaf. I'm a bit of clean freak, and like to notice it when the trees get all orange. I'm probably going to be a leaf and snow blower during those seasons. Fixing things where some ponies can't get to them. I'm the Swiffer pony.

It wasn't easy going through the same shtick with 130 different ponies. The whole, 'Welcome, stay calm, who are you now, where will you be going, what are you gonna be doing?' thing was getting a bit old. But the thing was to keep up the enthusiasm because they're all new. We didn't have a welfare or some beginner, first timer, starter kit to help us out. We were on our own, so we had to politely steal a few things. No bits or anything, just essential supplies. [We don't like to talk about that much, you know.] We had some hay for them to chew on while we went through the questions. It took a little coaxing, though... Some ponies were just too freaked out with themselves and everything to even talk for a while.

But once that settled down, we had to teach the pegusi flying, the unicorns magic, and the earth ponies gardening and baking. All the basic skills, we figure. We had some issues. We didn't have the right tools or Checkmark with us at the time, [We really should have left Crimzion back at the yellow box instead.] so the magic was hard to get right. And that was just the levitation. We don't even get anything about the other stuff. So some unicorns are going to have to [embarrassingly and quietly] study up on common spells. We don't know who's running the library now. What with Twilight's new royal business; we'll have to see if she's still home. Maybe the unicorns aren't so unlucky after all. We'll see.

Like I just said, we didn't have any baking supplies, so we had to hope that it was close enough to our system that we wouldn't have to worry if something different came up like putting flowers in the cookies. The same deal with gardening, except we know for sure that that's not even close to the same. Again, more studying later. (grunt/sigh)

I can fly. Just fine. I'm no ace or anything, but I can show the pegusi how to lift themselves up. Believe me, I know how weird it is at first trying not to stand on anything, and you need some momentum to get yourself going. That, and you're still figuring out how to walk on all fours, so this was the most frustrating thing of all. [Yes, yes it was...] We spent three days here just getting everypony ready for the world before it was time for the five of us to tear the place down. I think it'll pay off. I was having my doubts before, but now it looks okay.

Meh. That's all I've got to say. I've gotta get back to burying the last of the burnt trash. I hope the fumes don't hurt us. Or give us too unique of a smell.