CanterU: Day 3+ Wednesday

Welcome to CanterU: It was always Wankershim+ Edition!

 

The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3

 

And for those of you who were disappointed in the ending yesterday, have no fear. The archive is here: http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/13602578#p13609201

 

>You wake up to the sound of keyboard clicks.

>Fuckin Spike...

>You half-open your eyes to see him staring blankly at the screen, mechanically typing commands for his champion.

>He's been up all night?

"Anon! You're up already? You just went to sleep!"

>Actually, you went to sleep around 6.

>And plus, he wasn't even in the room.

>Did he sleep at all last night?

"Well, not exactly... I was trying to get into Bronze IV..."

>Is that really worth his health?

"But Anon..."

>You're not trying to persuade him or anything.

>He should just think about what he's doing to himself.

"Well, er... sure Anon."

>He reminds you of your little brother.

>If you had one.

>But right now your mind turns to other things.

>It should be an easy day.

>No lab or anything.

 

A. Vidya

B. Sleep

C. Food

 

>What time is it anyway?

>Almost 8:00.

>Might as well get a move on before class.

>You shower and get your degree in basic hygiene.

>You leave Spike to his land of pixels and rendering.

>The dining isn't very crowded today.

>Might be something new happening today.

>You see Twilight back at her lunch table alone, reading another book.

>You also notice another blonde girl near the front of the hall selling something.

>Bake sale?

 

A. Blonde

B. Twilight

C. Explore

 

>Better leave Twilight alone.

>She seems sort of tense.

>Although, that's all she ever seems to be.

>And the blonde girl is busy with students buying her apple-related items.

>Who knew there were apple-galoshes?

>You certainly didn't..

>You get some food and head outside to see the campus.

>It's pretty big.

>You've only covered around, what, maybe 40% of it?

>And the rest is still new to you.

>Collegeexperience.wow

>You decide to check out the sports field nearby.

>The soccer team is practicing for something...

>Oh, right.

>You saw a flyer for their 1st game today.

>And since it's the first school event...

>You don't have to go to Art History.

>Perfect.

>You head back inside and see the blonde girl packing up her wares.

>YFW Twilight is still reading.

 

A. Twilight

B. Class

C. Blonde

 

>It's already 8:55.

>It's probably better to get to class now.

>You file in with the rest of class.

>You don't see Rainbow Dash anywhere though...

>Maybe you'll see her later?

>Anyway, you soon find yourself in a beautiful house.

>With a beautiful wife?

>Rarity?

>Now you're asking yourself...

>Well...

>How'd you get here?

>The bell answers that for you.

>Sleeping in English class?

>Famiry is shamed...

>Well, now you have some free time.

>Art History is out the question.

>Unless of course, you don't go to the game.

 

A. Sleep

B. Class

C. Game

 

Phone Available (1:Intent to Invite)

1. Rarity

2. Pinkie Pie

3. Spike

4. ???

 

>And you know how much you hate Art History.

>Sorry Rararara.

>You head out to the lobby.

>Wynaut bring a friend with you?

>You pull out your phone and text a few people.

Pinkie (Game?): I got class. sorry ;_;

Rarity (Game?): And soccer is more important than classical art? I think not!

>Always the classicistic woman.

[spoiler]>mfw I made that word up[/spoiler]

>Only one more contact left to try.

Spike (Game?): I have to play league.

>Is he serious?

Spike (Rarity will be there): I'll be right over.

>Great.

>You don't want to be that freshman who goes alone, right?

>Spike runs into the lobby a few minutes later, and eventually the two of you find yourselves sitting on some bleachers, watching the players stretch.

>Rainbow Dash is out there!

>You didn't know she played soccer.

>You also never noticed dat ass before.

>But surely there'll be time for that later.

>You also notice that blonde girl from earlier sitting a ways away.

>Alone, nonetheless.

 

A. Blonde

B. Watch the game

 

"Hey, Anon... Where's Rarity?"

>Oh.

>Right.

 

>She'll be here later.

>Definitely.

>Now, however, is the perfect time to meet that blonde chick.

>She seems to be everywhere these last few days.

>You leave Spike to his Rarawishes and head on over to the girl.

>Gotta turn on that swag first.

>Hi. You're Anon.

"Hey there Anon. You here for the game."

>What else would you be doing here?

>Other than to meet new people.

"Well, that's always a good thing ta do, I reckon."

>Nice inflection.

>Is she from the South?

"Nope. Ah grew up here in [REDACTED]. Mah family owns an apple orchard a few miles out."

>Cool.

>She wants to work there later?

"Naw... Not really. Ah'm goin'ta school for Agricultural Studies with mah big brother. Ah I just want ta learn enough so I can help out back home."

>That's honorable.

"Aw shucks. It ain't nuthin' special. I just want to help mah family. They always come first, y'know?"

>You think about your famiry for a second.

>You wonder what they're up to right now.

 

(1/X)

 

"Hey... Ain't ya that same Anon in Pysch?"

>Yeah.

>You didn't notice her in the class before.

"I ain't taking Psych, sugarcube. I just thought ya sounded familyer."

>Her eyes light up a bit.

"That's right! Pinkie Pie talks about you a lot."

>You know Ponka?

"Yeah... She's mah roommate."

>That sounds... interesting...

"Most of the time, ah guess."

>Before you can continue, the starting whistle blows.

>You notice Dash take a foward position, and... Derpy?

>She's a goalie?

"Yeah. Ah hear they did it ta make her feel better 'bout her... y'know..."

>Oh.

>Yfw.

>In the meantime, you and Applejack watch the game

>You hear the roar of the crowd.

"GET HYPE!"

>Dash is on the bench... right.

>You and Applejack sit up in the bleachers and call out her name.

>She proudly waves from the bench.

>+60 minutes because soccer is only fun for about 20 of them.

>Hey, Dash is in!

>After a crazy save from that one blonde GK, and some nice ball movement from the redhead in midfield, Dash makes her run.

>crimminy jim jams. Rainbow is fast.

>Beats one, beats another! And slides one in to the outside post!

>The crowd goes wild!

>You and Applejack spontaneously hug, like [spoiler]something out of a totally original romance movie.[/spoiler]

>Rainbow got the last goal of the game.

>The verdict?

>CU: 2

>And [REDACTED]: 5

>At least they tried.

>Division 2 schools can't expect more, right?

 

A. Go to Rainbow

B. Applejack

C. Spike

 

>Rainbow did a good job.

>But you'll have time for her later.

>You walk with Applejack out of the field.

>Some game, huh?

"It sure was! I ain't never seen fancy footwork like Dash's before!"

>It was pretty fancy.

>It's nothing like what you can do on the dancefloor though.

"Oh really Anon? You dance?"

>A little bit.

"Then you'll hafta show me a few moves sometime."

>She laughs and playfully pushes you.

>Hanging with her is fun.

>You could get used to this.

"What d'ya have now Anon?"

>You're free for the next, what, month?

"Darn. I got class. Lucky."

 

A. Leave

B. Go with her

 

>Wynaut walk her over there?

"Really? Naw, you don't hafta..."

>No, you insist.

>She's funny and interesting.

>And this is the longest conversation you've had with a girl here.

>You're not about to end it here.

"Aww shucks Anon. Yer alright in mah book."

>Thanks.

>She leads you to the chemistry class, where there is some kind of lab going on.

"Thanks fo' keepin' me company Anon. Yer a sweet guy."

>She pulls out a pen and writes some digits on your hand.

"Call me some time, ya hear?"

>Definitely.

>You watch her take her seat in the back of the class

>You also take notice of an older girl with greenish hair.

>No... it's blue.

>Nope... definitely pink.

>You can't get a good look at it, really.

>It keeps... changing.

>Like RD's hair, but missing a few colors.

 

A. Leave

B. Weird girl

 

>Dat hair.

>It calls out to you.

>She's not really doing much, 'cept mixing a few mixtures together in a great mix that could rival the sugarhill gang

>Hey, You're Anon, and she's.

"Busy. Can't you tell?"

>You turn to see Twilight waiting impatiently behind you.

>She's holding one of those "case-file" folders you see in movies sometimes.

>She has Chem now?

"No. I just needed to turn this report in. I'm working here in the lab now."

>She has a job in school?

>Lucky.

>The older girl turns to look at you, and then smiles at Twilight.

"Hello Twilight. Is this the report?"

"Y-yes Ma'am."

*Sigh* "Just call me Celestia, ok Twilight?"

"Yes ma'am."

*Sigh*

>She then turns to you.

>It's not a condescending look, but it's... not good either.

>Maybe she'll molest you.

>And you'd probably enjoy it.

"And who would this be?"

"This is Anon. He's a..."

>Humanities major.

"Not choosing science, eh? Wrong choice..."

>W-Wha?

"I'm kidding! Humanities always seemed like fun. I'm kind of a slave to the sciences now though. I can't complain."

>A few more students come over to her, pushing you away from her.

"Sorry about that Anon. If you ever want to do something sciency, you can find me here."

>Will do.

>Twilight stares at you as you leave the lab.

>What's her problem anyway?

>More importantly, what time is it?

>around 2:00 now.

>Time moves fast.

 

A. Food

B. Dorm

 

>The hunger [spoiler]and votes call to you.

>The dining hall is packed with people talking about the game.

>And all the excitement is centered towards the soccer team's table.

>Rainbow Dash is getting the royal treatment.

>And rightfully so.

>A freshman going that hard on the field is deserving of your respect.

 

A. Rainbow.

B. Eat Alone

 

>You let her revel for the next 15 minutes.

get it?

>You decide to sit alone at a table some ways away.

>While you think about the school and your slowly draining funds, you realize you're not entirely alone at the table.

>Derpy is there, sitting next to you.

>Derpy?

>Why isn't she with the soccer team?

>Not that she isn't welcome to eat with you.

"Sorry Anon. I just... I'm not really good with socializing with others."

>You can see there's something else.

>Other than her obvious fear of judgement and ridicule.

>What's eating her [spoiler]out[/spoiler]?

"I-I don't really want to talk about it..."

 

A. Pry

B. Let it be

 

>She can trust you.

>She obviously needs a friend right now.

>Derpy looks like she's on the verge of tears.

"I know that Anon. It's just that..."

>She looks over at Rainbow Dash and her teammates, and quickly turns away.

"I mean, look at them. They're all so good at what they do. And Rainbow is so amazing, even if she is a freshman."

>She looks down at her food and starts playing with it.

"And then there's me... I'm such a klutz Anon. I let [REDACTED] score 5 goals against us."

>She starts crying...

"Sometimes, I wish they never put me on this stupid team..."

 

A. console

B. Take Advantage

 

>She's really upset now.

>Head in hands, intense crying...

>She's a mess.

>But, for as long as you've know her, this is the only time she could ever be called a mess.

>To you, she's just a little socially awkward.

>And, as freshmen, who isn't?

>All she has to do is be a little more outgoing, and show people who she really is.

"B-But Anon... I'm really a clumsy. I mess up a lot. And people are really mean to me, even about my..."

>She gets really quiet.

"...eyes."

>Those bastards.

>But, really, she shouldn't let that get in the way of her being happy.

>All of those people who hate on her because of her eyes or her clumsiness, screw them.

>All that should matter is being true to herself.

>And a major part in that is being able to like herself first.

>Her tears stop flowing, and she looks at you, slightly puzzled.

"W-what do you mean Anon?"

>Does Derpy like herself?

"I... I could be a lot better. These eyes..."

>Forget about the eyes.

>What matters is how she feels about herself.

>She can't expect people to like her until she likes herself first.

>And that's her first step.

"I... I see."

>Her tears have stopped completely, and she starts smiling at you.

"Thanks... Thank you so much Anon. I-I really needed that."

>She hugs you and gets up.

>Before she leaves, she takes out a piece of paper and writes something on it.

>She hands it to you and kisses your cheek, then runs off to join her team, who cheer as she joins them.

>Helping people.

>Feels good man.

 

A. Dorm

B. Sleep

 

>You feel really good now.

>Derpy needed your help, and you pulled through.

>Maybe humanities was the right major for you after all.

>While she goes to have fun, you'd better go to the dorm.

>You're pretty sure you left your-

>Spike!

>You left him hanging at the game.

>Damn...

>You run back to the dorm, and you find Spike there...

>...reading?

>That's sorta new.

>Is he... okay?

"Anon, where'd you go? You went to talk to that blonde girl, and then you just left me there!"

>You're sorry, but...

>Couldn't he have gone over to some other friends?

>He looks down at his feet and turns a little red.

"I don't... have many friends... I don't get out much."

>His eyes light up a little.

"I made it into Bronze IV after the game though. Isn't that cool?"

>The Bronze IV is cool.

>But not making friends as a freshman isn't.

>Imagine going through for years of school because of never leaving your dorm during Freshman year.

>What kind of college life is that, Spike?

>And he really needs to slow down on the video games.

>LoL could be a serious problem for him if he keeps up at that pace.

"I... ok Anon. I know."

>You're only trying to help him out.

"I said I know! You're worse than my parents."

"If I knew them..."

>Poor kid.

>He take him and noogie him affectionately, and then watch him take off.

>Theygrowupsofast.yes

>You climb into bed.

>These "barely taking classes" schedules really tire you out.

>And it has been a good day.

>And, who knows?

>Tomorrow could be amazing.

 

End Day 3+

 

End Day 3+

 

>You wake up a little while later, hearing the familiar taps of skin & keyboards.

>He's back on the game again.

>You turn over, not to warn him of your consciousness.

>Below you, you see his main power cord.

>*Yank*

"What the-"

"My game!"

>G'night Spike.

 

Met Applejack!

Met Celestia!

 

Derpy rapport up!

Spike rapport up!

Applejack rapport up!

Celestia rapport up!

 

Phone updated! (2 New #)

Applejack;

Derpy;