Post by licorice on Jul 31, 2012 22:14:01 GMT -6
Things were churning along smoothly at the Weather Factory, for a change. Clouds were being puffed at a steady rate, their damp fleecy forms being carefully grown and herded by various pegasi. Occasionally, two would collide and merge into a bigger lump of cottony vapor. The weatherponies were attentive, though, and these larger clouds where quickly split apart again.
Nearby, Microburst stretched his wings. The hard-hat on his head greatly reduced his upward vision, so he couldn't see the faces of the taller ponies, and his uniform, covered with a safety vest, seemed to be particularly itchy today for some reason. Must be the summer humidity - ah, the woes of living on a cloud. All of these little annoyances had combined to make the ill-tempered pegasus particularly cranky. He braced his short forelegs apart and stretched his neck up as he supervised the cloud production. Not that it was his job to supervise them today.
No, today he had been assigned "ground maintenance" - and to add insult to injury, he had been assigned to work with some of the laziest ponies he'd ever met.
Sure, some of them did their jobs, and a couple did them well and with enthusiasm - not something to ignore when the job is something as menial as "go fix up the Cloudville cloud." Most of the pegasi, however, didn't look like they could be bothered. Microburst really couldn't blame them to be honest. It was a boring job.
Micro had just been a little - ah - distracted by the more interesting job. As he turned back to his duties, his frown deepened, and he snapped his wings out and rose onto his hind legs - a stunt that put him at about eye level with most other ponies. The entire crew was sitting in a loose circle and just - chatting! Like he wasn't even there. "Stop chittering and get back to work! You're pegasi, not gryphons!" His voice was a near-growl.
Never mind that there was probably a reason that work had stopped completely instead of just slowing.
Nearby, Microburst stretched his wings. The hard-hat on his head greatly reduced his upward vision, so he couldn't see the faces of the taller ponies, and his uniform, covered with a safety vest, seemed to be particularly itchy today for some reason. Must be the summer humidity - ah, the woes of living on a cloud. All of these little annoyances had combined to make the ill-tempered pegasus particularly cranky. He braced his short forelegs apart and stretched his neck up as he supervised the cloud production. Not that it was his job to supervise them today.
No, today he had been assigned "ground maintenance" - and to add insult to injury, he had been assigned to work with some of the laziest ponies he'd ever met.
Sure, some of them did their jobs, and a couple did them well and with enthusiasm - not something to ignore when the job is something as menial as "go fix up the Cloudville cloud." Most of the pegasi, however, didn't look like they could be bothered. Microburst really couldn't blame them to be honest. It was a boring job.
Micro had just been a little - ah - distracted by the more interesting job. As he turned back to his duties, his frown deepened, and he snapped his wings out and rose onto his hind legs - a stunt that put him at about eye level with most other ponies. The entire crew was sitting in a loose circle and just - chatting! Like he wasn't even there. "Stop chittering and get back to work! You're pegasi, not gryphons!" His voice was a near-growl.
Never mind that there was probably a reason that work had stopped completely instead of just slowing.