Canter U: Day 35 Sunday [Commuter]

>You wake up...

>Not to the scent of breakfast.

>Not to the noise of hard work.

>Not to the breeze of a cold winter morning.

>Not to the drone of incessant right clicking.

>Not to the monotony of repetition.

>But... your phone alarm clock.

>Oh geez, is it time for class?

>You get up immediately... then remember today's Sunday.

>Slow down there, cowboy.

>You peek through all the open doors.

>Nobody's upstairs.

>You head down stairs. It's about 9AM.

>Nobody's home...

>Barking.

>Winona!

>Well... you're not home alone perse.

>But... you're in someone else's house... alone.

 

A. Go outside.

B. Make breakfast.

C. Fap.

 

>Time for some eggs.

>Yeah. Eggs.

>And maybe some kibble for Winona.

>While you start up the frying pan, you beat some eggs together.

>Throwing whatever kind of spices you feel like.

>And... the oil's still heating up.

>Texting break.

Colgate (How are you): Sleepy. You know we have two midterms Wednesday?

>Shit... this story's about school?

>abandonthread.jpg

>You go back to your eggs, pouring your beaten liquid into the pan.

>Time for the Omelette of Ages.

>You peer into the fridge.

>Grab whatever cheeses, cold cut meats, and... whatever... that stuff is.

>White gravy. Perfect.

 

>Breakfast... absolutely George-gasmic.

>Who's George?

>The door opens and Winona barks.

>Shit, a trespassing freeloader!

>Wait... that's your reflection in the mirror.

>And there's someone at the door too!

>It's... the Apple family.

"Hoowee! Mornin' Anon! Somethin' smells amazin'."

"When ah was a little girl, ah rimimber a time when womens was the cooks!"

>Sadly... no left overs.

>They all deflate.

>Except Big Mac of course. He's a stoic stalwart steward of stasis.

 

A. Big Mac

B. Applejack

C. Applebloom

D. Granny Smiff

E. Back to your room.

 

>Applebloom comes over and picks up Winona from behind.

"Mornin' girl! How you doin?"

>Oh, you're doing great.

"Not you, silly. Ah'm talkin' tah Winona!"

>Well, fine! You're not telling her how you're doing.

>You ask her where they were.

"Oh... we was at church! We didn't wanna wake ya up. Ya looked real tired."

>Oh that's right. People do religious things on Sundays.

>Unless you're Seventh Day. Then it's completely different.

>You nod and smile as she talks about what she learned.

>Wonder if this is how pony[/spolier] Celestia feels when she reads her letters.

>Applebloom plays with Winona's forepaws making her do a little jig.

"'scute."

>Applejack is mia, and the other two adults are cooking breakfast.

>You help by washing your dishes.

>Didn't take long.

>The three of them start breakfast without Applejack.

 

A. Go up stairs.

B. Eat more.

C. Go outside.

 

>Phone activate!

Rainbow (Good morning): hey dude, when are you three coming back today?

>That's a good question. Let's ask Applejack!

>You head upstairs.

>The hardwood of the farm floor echo your steps and creak as you place your foot down.

>It's... quaint.

>Not scary.

>Not ghetto.

>Cozy.

>You see Applejack's door open, and you peek your head in.

>She's unpacking her bags.

>Shit... maybe you should do the opposite. When are you going back to CU?

"Oh... hey Anon."

>She plops on her bed, smiling slightly.

>How'd last night go?

>Applejack takes a deep breath before answering you.

"Big Mac said that he was gonna drop out... so ah could stay in."

>That's... good? No... bad! Wait... it's... um...

"It was real kind of him ta do that..."

>So... is she going through with it?

>Is she gonna stay?

"Y-yeah. Ah cain't just... up 'n leave."

>How's Big Mac taking this?

"He... was real hesitant to do it... but, he told us that he waddn't makin' too many friends... and he was scared of failin'"

>Wait... you missed him actually say words?

>Fuck.

>So... when are you all leaving?

"Whenever yer ready. Ah still gotta clear out everything in mah dormroom, and submit a few papers. But ah can do that anytime. You in a hurry ta get back or somthin'?"

>Is there anything left to do here?

 

A. Pack up and leave.

B. Attempt bizness

C. Go downstairs.

 

>Sure! There's a lot of things left to do. Like farmwork!

"Nope, we actually got it all done!"

>Really? It felt like a blur.

>That's because [spoiler]I didn't go into detail[/spoiler]

>And... you already taught Applebloom the secrets of the beast.

>In more ways than [spoiler]zero[/spoiler]

>Egh... you're sure you can find something to do.

>Big Mac's watching TV.

>Granny Smith's napping.

>Applebloom's carrying Winona.

>Where's she going?

"Ah still got homework, but ah got a new study buddy!"

>Winona barks cutely.

>You scratch her chin.

>The kitchen's clean.

>The floor looks clean.

>Hm.

 

A. Big Mac

B. Applebloom

C. Go outside

D. Pack up.

 

 

>Nope. You feel a little homesick.

>Or... rather, dormsick.

>You go back upstairs.

"You followin' me, Anon?"

>Applebloom giggles.

>Her butt's not too bad.

>Wonder if it's like Applejack's...

>Oh well. Time to go home.

>You tell Applejack you'll be ready in a minute.

>You head back to your big room, and put all your shit in a bag.

>Takes a while.

>Wait, you want details?

>Details are for [spoiler]Stylus Breaker[/spoiler]

>You toss on your hoody before hoisting your bag around your back.

>Time to say goodbye to this place.

>Bye Applebloom!

"Aw... yer goin'?"

>She gets up from her desk and hugs you.

"Don't forget Winona!"

>You squat down and pet her one last time.

>Applejack joins your party, empty handed.

>You go downstairs.

>Bye Big Macintosh!

"Eeyup!"

>Bye Granny Smith. Thanks for letting you be a freeloader.

>She snores.

 

>Out the door.

>You begin your walk out of the orchard.

>To the bus station.

>You two get on.

>It's relatively empty.

>Who takes a cross county bus midday?

"Anon... thanks fer comin'... Ah might've not come back ta school."

>Yeah, save your feels.

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. bizness

 

Lyra (hello): hey. um... need something?

>Sleep probably. You can get that whenever.

>You start asking Applejack how things are gonna be different.

"Well, ya won't be wakin' up seein mah pretty face every mornin'."

>She smirks.

>Bitch ain't even dat bretty.

>She's still gonna be in the same classes.

>Still gonna attend events and whatnot.

>Still might even hang out in the dorms once or twice.

"Yer just gonna have to swipe me in and out. They're cancellin' mah privileges."

>What about her dining plan?

"... swipe me fer that too."

>She smiles innocently and giggles.

 

>You swipe her back into the dorm lobby.

"Nonny! Applejack! Welcome back!"

>Pinkie scoops both of you in a hug.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me!"

"Anon's back?"

>Rainbow, Twilight, and Rarity come out of the halls.

>Fluttershy? That arc's closed... I think.

>Rainbow's first to hug you.

"Missed you, dude."

>You turn to Pinkie.

>How's the hunt for a new roomie?

"Unsuccessful for now."

"Yer... gonna have ta change that. Ah'm not dormin' here anymore."

"What?"

>Rarity looks... surprised.

>Happy or sad? Can't really tell.

>Pinkie's lip starts to quiver.

"D-don't y'all worry about me! Ah'll still be comin' to school here."

>They all hugbox and circlejerk and whatever.

 

>well, you're back in the dorms! Familiar sights and smells.

>It's about 2PM.

 

A. League

B. Lunch

C. Work/Study

D. Gym.

 

>It's gains time!

"Oh, you're headed to the gym? I'm taggin' along!"

>Dash smiles excitedly and goes to get changed.

>You do the same.

>On the jog to the gym, Dash starts talking to you about her weekend.

>Something about how practice was rough... but going great.

>How she feels like she's gonna rock next game.

"So... how was your weekend with... A-applejack?"

>You give her the skinny.

>Played with a dog.

>Talked to her family.

>Worked a bit.

"You and her d-didn't... uh, I mean. Yeah! Must've been fun!"

>She's blushing.

>Probably from running in the cold.

 

>You're working out your legs.

>Didn't get enough of this shit on the farm.

>But yeah, soccer players need some legs.

>Have you seen the character models on the 4CC PES players?

>Holy shit, you want those!

>Dash's thighs are exposed because she's wearing some short shorts.

>They look toned... but not scary ripped.

>Something about ripped girls that scares me... I mean, scares you.

>/selfinsert

>Squats, Dead lifts, Leg lifts, wall sits.

>You toss in the occasional set of pushups to keep you balanced.

>Can't afford to fall off this late in the game.

>Dash does an extra set to keep you motivated.

 

"Bahaha, did you see that guy back there?"

>Wait what? Oh, jumpcut.

>Yeah, he was just lifting and grunting really loudly.

>Wasn't even working that hard.

"Yeah, grunting is totally hot."

>She smirks as you guys enter the lobby.

>Brotein all around.

>You two split off after one good sweaty fisting session in the lobby, before you head off to shower.

>Clean as a whistle.

 

A. League

B. Girls hall.

C. Work/Study

D. Nap.

 

 

>You knock on the door to the girls hall.

>Twilight lets you in.

"Oh... hey there Anonymous!"

>Gah, it's like you haven't seen her in forever.

>She gives you a hug.

>What has she been up to?

"You know we have 2 midterms on Wednesday, right? Well I'm working real hard to study... and not freak out about them!"

>Her eye twitches when she says that.

>And... something about finals week coming up soon?

>Sure... lemme check.

>You follow her into her room, and say hello to Rarity, who's writing an essay on her laptop.

"Day... 45 is chem... 46 is physics... and 47 is bio."

>What about psych?

"I'm not in that class. You're gonna have to figure that out yourself."

>She giggles a bit before packing up meeting Fluttershy, going out into the lobby to study; leaving Rarity alone in her room.

>You exit Rarity's room and you're back in the lobby.

>Applejack said she was packing up...

>And... you haven't really spent a lot of time with Rainbow.

>And... Rarity's alone in her room.

>But... dem midterms though.

[spoiler]How to outline choices?[/spoiler]

 

A. Study

B. Rainbow's room.

C. Rarity's room.

D. Applejack's room.

 

>You walk back into Rarity's room.

>Smells amazing.

>The door creaks as you open it.

"Oh... did you forget something, darling?"

>Yeah, you forgot something.

>You forgot the last time you spoke to her.

"Oh, you clever man."

>You smirk because you're clever.

>Yeah clever.

>Rarity stretches in her chair, accentuating her breasts... inadvertently of course.

"So... how was your weekend on the farm?"

>You give her the exact same story you told Rainbow.

"And... Applejack's leaving?"

>Just the dorms.

"Good... I won't have to deal with having her mess everywhere."

>Hmm? We shittalking now?

 

A. Agree with Rarity.

B. Defend Applejack

C. Change subject to business.

D. Change subject to bizness.

 

>Applejack's not messy.

"Really now? Because I always see mess in the bathrooms."

>Is it Applejack's?

>Assuming makes your ass mine.

>I mean.

>Ass... you... me... bathroom.

>Something like that.

"What makes you think it's not her mess?

>You're doubtful because...

>The farm house is always very clean.

>Her room at home was clean.

>And she always works at home with her family, making sure everything's at tiptop shape.

"Then... who's mess is it?"

>No idea.

"We... should have a... what are those called..."

>Rarity starts to think.

"A steakhouse!"

>Stakeout.

"Roundhouse?"

>Roadhouse Steakhouse. In Texas.

>Further solidifying the assumptions.

>You head out before blood gets spilled.

>At least you'll have something to do with Rarity eventually.

 

A. Rainbow's room.

B. Applejack's room.

C. Study with Twilight.

D. Back to your room.

 

>You walk into Rainbow's room.

>It's a mess.

>Mystery solved?

>Hey Rarity? You have the answer!

"Oh... hey Anon."

>Rainbow's in her pajamas.

>Guess it is getting kinda late.

>She's typing up an essay on her laptop.

>Honestly, what is it with essays.

>Science majors got it real different.

"Need something?"

>Eh, just figured you'd hang for a bit.

"Yeah, it's been a while."

>She sighs and returns to work.

>You don't hear a lot of typing happening.

>Maybe she just has a silent keyboard.

>She's got a blank dead look on her face.

"Ughhh... I HATE writing!"

>She's a creative writing major. Wtf.

>OP's terrrible at planning.

 

A. Help her out.

B. "Distract" her.

C. Leave the room.

 

>Let's help her out.

>You know a guy who used to be a science major... but now he creatively writes for some... image board or something.

>Weird fandom, weird circumstances. But... he's a cool guy.

>Yeah, he still enjoys science or whatever, but his writing is just a temporary hobby.

>It's good though. He tells you how it flexes his creative muscles.

>Because he has no real ones.

>Wait... did you say creative writing?

>He actually steals jokes from other people.

>Do I?

"So... how is that supposed to help me?"

>He writes... from the heart.

>Phenomenologically.

>Writing the first thing that comes through his flow, and gives it one last pass

>Before he makes it post.

>"I... that's it!"

>She gets to typing.

>Do you get a thank you?

"Yeah yeah, sure. Shut up. I'm on a roll."

>You tap your foot.

>She sighs, gets up, gives you a tight hug.

"Now GET OUTTA HERE!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIOEcqF5ZQw

>She shoves you out.

>Well... alrighty then.

>It's getting late anyways...

>And... Applejack's already finished packing and is apparently gone already.

>That's what you get for stalling.

 

A. Study with Twilight

B. Pinkie's room.

C. Call it a night.

 

>You head over to Pinkie Pie's room.

>Maybe Applejack hasn't left yet!

>Maybe we can force OP to write another really feely "goodbye" scene.

>Well... you ARE seeing Applejack tomorrow in class.

>What's different though.

>Pinkie's typing up an essay too.

>Holy shit, why is everyone so busy and doing work and whatever?

>It is getting close to crunch time.

>And I'm not talkin' bout no candy bar.

>Which reminds you.

>When is the Psych final?

"There's a psych final?"

>Of course. She doesn't know.

"Alls I know is... I'm ready like a freddie!"

>That's good. At least she's focused.

>She's not partying too much... right?

"Aaaaactually, Nonny... I went out... a lot... While you were gone! They were some crazy parties. Some girl almost died doing a kegstand! Guess who it was?"

>Three guesses as to who.

"Me... myself, and I!"

>Who knows how this'll affect her performance. Damn, if you could get fucked up like that.

 

A. condone her partying behaviour.

B. chastise her partying behaviour.

C. Call it a night.

D. Promise to go to the next party with her.

 

>You tell her how you're worried.

"Don't worry! Be happy!"

>It's not funny when she does it.

>You're worried that this whole party deal's gonna be dangerous.

>She sighs.

"I... I know... it's just... my sisters."

>What, do you smell peer pressure?

>Are you gonna have to smack a bitch?

>[spoiler]Hope not. You're squeemish.[/spoiler]

>You tell her that she needs to slow it down... or else she could actually die.

"I want to stop so bad! I know how dangerous it is! But... I

Just

Can't

Stop."

http://youtu.be/hOE4TBy99Gs?t=1m7s

>Whoa... how'd she do that dramatic zoom thing?

>Maybe you're gonna need to host some kind of party intervention for her.

"No, Nonny. You don't get it! I really can't stop!"

>What is this, some kind of bullshit werewolf deal?

[spoiler]Actually...[/spoiler]

>Yeah, maybe later.

>But for now? You're tired.

"Okay... good night, Nonny."

>She gives you a hug and sends you on your way.

 

>Spike's playing League.

>Holy shit, how long has he been playing?

>Wonder what his grades are like.

>Wonder what his ELO is!

>You search 'spikedragon' on whatever League stats website you use.

>Lolking.net too good.

>Let's see those stats.[spoiler]

>Platinum.

>What the f-

 

End day 35.

 

Day 35 summary.

AJ arc completed.

Pinkie arc advanced.

Spike arc advanced.