Title:           CanterU: 37+ Tuesday
Author:          Kiyo3
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/4bTyhfkZ
First Edit:      Saturday 2nd of November 2013 10:37:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 2nd of November 2013 10:37:00 PM CDT

Welcome to CanterU: There and Back Again+ Edition!
 
The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3
Yesterday with posts: http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S14162798
 
>Dang, man...
>It feels like you've been asleep for a week or something...
>That's good though.
>You feel rested and ready to get on with the day.
>You check your regulars as you roll off the bed.
>No emails.
>Who uses that anymore?
>The CU facebook page is splattered with posts about the soccer game Friday.
>What is it... UCLA vs. CU?
>Femanon goes there.
>You haven't talked to her in-
Femanon: Hey you. It's been a while.
>Yeah...
>It really has.
>You look over at Spike's bed.
>He's gone, probably out doing some nerd things.
>Like, computers or whatever.
>Because, like, that's the sort of thing they do...
 
A. Lounge
B. Food
C. Sleep more
 
>You're starving.
>And the best place to eat around here is...
>The lounge!
>Here's hoping that Applejack is there.
>You shower off a week's worth of dust/autism and head over to the lounge.
>A few of your friends wave over to you as you walk by.
>Lyra, Vinyl, and Octavia are talking in the lobby.
>Probably an argument on Vivaldi's fourth movement or some musical shit like that.
>More important matters must be attended to.
>Matters of the stomach.
>You open the lounge door and see...
>Twilight reading a book.
>With Applejack.
>Food time.
"Hey Anon."
"Howdy Anon. Ready fer some food?"
>Definitely.
>AJ goes over to the kitchen and starts taking out some ingredients.
>Make sure dem fritters are toasty!
"Er, sure."
 
A. Twilight
B. Applejack
C. Sit alone
 
>Twilight looks like she's studying pretty hard.
"Of course I am! Finals are starting soon!"
>They are?
>You should really find out when they start...
>You'll check the pastebin later.
>Sit down on the sofa, relax, stay a while...
>You check your phone again.
>It's kind of surprising hearing from Femmy.
>What's she been up to?
Femanon: Just school. Friends and stuff.
>Does she like UCLA
Femanon: Yep.
>Sure she does.
>She's always been the outgoing one of you two.
>Although, you've changed a little since coming to CU.
>The ladies can't get enough of you.
>And your bros...
>You're doing well, basically.
>Can't say the same about your grades though...
Femanon: Lol. Are you going to the game Friday?
>CU vs. UCLA?
>Maybe.
>Two friends of yours are playing.
>It's always good to support RD and DH
>Why does she ask?
Femanon: I was thinking of going to the game. I'm not sure though...
 
A. ask her to come
B. Leave it to her
C. Applejack
D. Twilight
 
>She should go.
>It'd be great to see her again.
>She can meet AJ and the rest of your friends.
>Good thing Femmy's never been the jealous type.
>Right?
Femanon: I'll consider it. I've been busy with school work. UCLA is-
>Hard?
>The better question is how you interrupted a text message...
Femanon: tough.
>Right.
>Well, she totally has her own friends now.
>Maybe even a boyfriend.
Femanon: Right.
>C'mon... the game will be fun...
>You want to see her-
Femanon: Really?
>Platonically, of course.
Femanon: I'll see what I can do. No promises though.
>That's a yes in your mind.
>You'll see her there.
Femanon: But I just sai-
>You shut your phone off.
>As you go back to relaxing, Fluttershy comes into the room.
"Howdy Fluttershy! Ya hungry?"
"H-Hi everyone. I'm a little f-famished..."
>This just got interestingly boring
 
A. Fluttershy
B. Twilight
C. Applejack
 
>Fluttershy takes a seat next to Twilight.
>She takes out the same book Twilight's reading.
>Must be really important.
>You pull up next to Fluttershy as she opens the book.
>What's goodie, brahsef?
"W-what?"
>Nothing.
>Just doing your Flash impression.
>Twilight shoots you a look.
>What?
>Can't you make a joke?
>Anyway, how's Fluttershy been?
"I've been okay. Taking care of the dog is tiring, but worth it."
>Lol, she still has the dog?
>You'd thought by now she'd have given it away or something.
"I'd never do that! Who else would take care of her?"
>Pet shelters.
>Creepy old men.
>The Apple family.
>The list goes on.
>Fluttershy looks a little... reluctant perhaps.
>Obviously the dog is taking away from her work.
>Maybe she really should consider giving it to someone who can actually care for it.
"I-I don't know about that, Anon. I love her..."
>Talk about clingy...
>Well, she'll figure it out.
>Oh, and one other thing, Flootsy.
"Yes, Anon?"
>She forgot her bra...
"Eep!"
>Worth it.
"Soup's on, ya'll!"
>Finally.
>Applejack brings the tray over to to table.
"Dig in, everybody!"
 
A. Applejack
B. More Fluttershy
C. Twilight
 
>Fluttershy has one arm covering her chest and another reaching to take a fritter.
>Problem?
"N-no..."
>Sure there isn't.
>Why isn't she wearing a bra anyway?
>Fluttershy's tomato status effect goes away after a few seconds.
"I-I had to feed the dog, but I checked the time and realized that I promised Twilight I'd study with her."
>Twilight puts down her book for a few seconds.
"Fluttershy, you didn't need to rush over here."
"Oh, but I had to. I don't like keeping people waiting."
>Polite, but missing the point.
>All this rushing, the tired eyes.
>That dog, Flootsy.
>It's killing her...
>killing her schoolwork, that is.
"I-I don't know..."
>Fluttershy...
"Someone needs to take care of her, Anon!"
>Ok, ok.
>She doesn't have to whisper loudly at you.
>You look at the time.
>Almost ten-
"Ten! Anon, let's go!"
>Twilight grabs her stuff, then grabs you.
>Later, everypony
"See ya later, Anon."
"B-Bye, guys..."
 
>A few minutes later, you're chilling in Physics with your home girl Twilight.
>Learning about gravity.
>And the gravity of the situation.
>Is that you two haven't fucked yet.
"W-What?!"
>You're trying to be black.
>It's clearly not working out.
"Okay, but quiet. Professor Neigh is talking."
>Next to Twilight, Trixie is struggling with a mechanical pencil.
>Worse than pickle jars...
 
A. Trixie
B. Twilight
C. Notes
 
>You follow Twilight's lead and starting taking notes.
>If finals are coming up soon, you gotta start studying.
"And the particles..."
 
>...
>...
"Anon!"
>Your eyes open wide.
>What happened?
"You fell asleep in the middle of Professor Neigh's lecture!"
>Oh, really?
>Why is Twilight so surprised by that, anyway?
"We should get going. There's a lot to do before lab."
>There really isn't.
>At least, not for you.
>You grab your stuff and follow Twilight out.
 
A. Girls hall
B. Gym
C. Dorm
 
>You break out the phone.
Rainbow (Gym?): Soccer practice. Sorry.
>Seriously?
>Damn...
>Maybe...
Spike (Gym?): I'll see if I can meet you there.
>No definite answers.
>Great.
>What about...
Derpy (Gym?): Soccer practice just ended. Give me a minute.
>She didn't practice with Rainbow...?
>It's not your place to ask.
>Only to inquire.
>You go back to the dorm and switch out your clothes.
>Sweats never looked so good on a man before.
>Derpy is waiting for you inside.
>Hugs and kis- hugs all around.
"Hey you. Ready to get started?"
>Sure.
>You look behind her.
>Isn't that...?
"Oh yeah. I brought Cloudy with me."
>Cloud Kicker wants to work out?
>She seemed like the "too cool to sweat" type.
"Nah, she's totally into it. She's on defense for the team."
>Right.
>Derpy mentioned that before.
>You wave at Cloud Kicker.
>She just pops a bubble of gum.
>How... cool.
"Hey, who's that?"
>Derpy points to a spot behind you.
>Oh, that's... Spike?
>He doesn't need to run over here.
"Sorry dude. I just got out of class. Extra work and stuff."
>No problem.
>Well, now that you have an even number of people...
"Personal spotters?"
>Derpy looks at you, but quickly looks away.
>Dat blush.
>But yes.
>Time to partner up.
 
A. Spike
B. Derpy
C. Cloud Chaser
D. Screw partners
 
>You hook up with Spike.
>Let's go, buddy.
"But I was thinking I could go with Clou-"
>Slow down, lover boy.
>Gains first, then the women come.
"Fine..."
>You start him off with the bench press.
>Time to go for it.
>Whatever "it" is.
 
>An hours later, all four of you are dead tired.
"I... I can't lift anymore."
>At least Spike did lift.
>The internet can't challenge him on that end anymore.
>The four of you head downstairs to the showers.
>You and Spike head into the boys shower room.
"Why's it s-so cold in here?"
>Because CU hates men.
>Fucking feminists.
>You turn the water on to the hottest setting.
>But at this point, the forge of Hephaestus couldn't keep you warm.
 
A. Business
B. Listen on the wall.
C. Quit the shower
 
>You bring Spike over to your side of the shower.
"What, Anon? This is getting awkward."
>*sigh*
>Time for Spike to see why showers can be so exciting.
"W-What?!"
>You put your ear up against the wall.
>Spike, just... follow your lead.
"O...K..."
>What are the girls saying now?
>Sounds like... Cloud Kicker.
>Or at least, what you imagine her voice to sound like.
>All she does is chew gum.
"Why don't you *pop* just tell him how you feel?"
"Because he already knows, Cloudy. I-I told him a while ago..."
"And?" *pop*
"Well, there's Applejack..."
>Well, you've certainly heard enough.
>Later Spike.
"But Anon, what were they?"
>N-nothing.
>Nothing important.
>For right now, at least.
>You gather your stuff and leave the gym.
>Time for class.
 
"Sorry i'm late everyone. Paperwork..."
>Luna takes out the key and opens the door.
>Where's the professor for this anyway...?
>Not important, right?
>Twilight and the Asia-tones are already setting up the lab.
>And they didn't even get the instructions yet.
>Trixie is no where to be foun-
"I, Trixie, command you to move!"
>She doesn't have to shout...
"It's gets the job done."
>Bravado-girl takes a seat.
>Alone.
 
A. Twilight
B. Trixie
 
>You hand Twilight your lab papers.
>She's got this.
"Anon, can you hand me that test tube?"
>Sure you could.
>You're testing mass, but a test tube obviously is necessary.
>You hand over the tube of tests.
>This chair is comfy...
>She's got this.
>Time for sleep...
 
"Anon! Lab is over."
>Really?
>That felt like, well...
>55 minutes.
>Twilight hands your paper to Luna.
"Anon, why is it that you never do work in this class?"
>Because you're too cool for skool.
"With spelling like that, sure."
>?
>...
>Nevermind...
>You grab your stuff and wave goodbye to Twilight and the gang.
 
A. Class
B. Dorm
C. food
 
>Discord can wait a little bit.
>Besides, he doesn't even know you're back from the farm yet.
>As if you told him.
>What are the terms of your employment?
>You head on over to the dining hall.
>Applejack's probably in class...
>It's not so packed.
>Actually, it's nearly empty.
>Conveniently, only your friends are there.
>Specifically, Octavia and Lyra.
>Also, Redheart and Colgate.
>Total B class lunch right here.
>But hey...
>At least they're cute.
 
A. Class
B. Red and Colgate
C. Lyra and Octavia
 
>Redheart and Colgate look... busy...
>Naughty nurses hasn't always been your fetish.
>Although, you could learn to love it...
>Anyway, music is love right now.
>What are your favorite B building-ers up to?
>Lyra hugs you and pulls out a chair.
>5 star service so far.
>Octavia shoots you a warm look.
>That's a first.
>You've finally started to melt the ice queen.
"How are you, Anon?"
>You've been good.
>Classes and stuff.
>Just getting back into the regular groove of things.
"It must be hard when you get acclimated to the agricultural lifestyle."
>Over two days?
>Octi's crazy.
>Sure, it was nice.
>But it wouldn't be fun for, say, a week.
>You need to get your internet fix somehow.
>Lyra chomps loudly on an apple.
"How was the farm anyway?"
>You tell them the fun parts.
>Where you picked apples, and... uh... picked more apples.
"That just sounds like work."
>Lyra could use some work.
>No sense of discipline.
>Yfw talking to a musician about discipline.
>Whatever happened to you playing the recorder?
"You only got up to the recorder?"
>You were busy.
>Y'know, with puberty and actually having a life.
*hmph* "Music is important, you know."
>Of course it is.
>You'd just believe that more if you actually played an instrument.
>Octavia twirls a fork.
"Would you... be interested in learning how to play?"
>An instrument?
>A fry hits your head.
"No, dummy. Soccer."
>You have Rainbow for that.
 
A. Agree
B. Maybe
C. Decline
 
>But really, would you?
>Hmm...
>The ladies do love a musical man.
>And musicians have the coolest lives.
>Little money, dingy bars...
>Yeah.
>Living La Vida Loca, e senor?
>And besides...
>You've always wanted to learn how to play the-
"Uh, Anon, is that your phone?"
>Yeah...
>Who could be callin-
"ANON!"
>Fuck!
>Discord?
>What's up, Prof. D?
"Where are you? I thought you wanted this job."
>Right. Job. You.
>You gather your stuff together.
>Sorry to cut this short, ladies, but you've got work to do.
>Octavia looks a little hurt.
"Anon, what about my offer?"
>You're in a bit of a hurry, but it's definitely a maybe.
>She smiles a bit.
>You wave to the both of them as you make your way to the psych room.
>The class is already out of session.
>Great...
>Discord is at his desk taking out some papers.
"Anon, there you are!"
>He shakes your hand in earnest.
>Whatever an earnest is...
>So, what's the job today, Prof?
"Oh, there's no job. I just wanted to tell you something."
>Oh...
>Thanks for making you rush then.
"No problem. Anyway, I visited Pinkie over the weekend."
>And?
"She should be out of the hospital in around five days."
>No shitting?
"No lie."
>That's awesome!
>How is she anyway?
"She's fine. The psychiatric evaluations could be better, but she's recovering quite well."
>You're sure Discord would be all over the psychiatric evaluations.
"And the nurses."
>And the nu- what?
"Nothing. Here's your pay for the day."
>An envelope.
>But you barely did anything...
"You're good company. Take it."
>Wow... thanks.
>You take the envelope and head out.
>Maybe you should...
>You open it up.
>It's...
>Another dollar!
>...
>Fucking Discord.
 
A. Dorm
B. Girls Hall (A/B)
C. Outside
 
>You need your feminine fix.
>And there's only one place you can get that...
>The town strip club!
>Okay, maybe two places.
>You grab your stuff and go over to the girls hall.
>But not your main girls hall.
>You've seen enough of them for this quarter.
>Time for some B building action.
>Lyra's there at the door.
"Hey Anon. Want in?"
>Sure.
>Just wondering, if you had gone to the A building, would Lyra have been there?
"Uh... maybe."
>Interesting.
>So who's over here...?
 
A. Vinyl
B. Lyra
C. Dorm
 
>You knock on Vinyl's door.
>Is she home?
>The sounds of dubstep and bass confirms her presence.
>You knock again.
>CU needs personal doorbells.
>One for the suggestion box.
>Vinyl opens the door a few minutes later.
>Your patience is legendary.
"What's up, Anon? Long time, no see man."
>She fists you and lets you inside.
>You stay on her side of the room.
>The disarray, the music...
>Discord would love it here.
"The psych guy? I might take that next quarter."
>No shit?
>It's a fun class.
"I've heard. I'm taking it to learn more about music and the mind."
>So she can create a truly captive audience?
"What? I'm not a theater major."
>Laughs all around.
>What's she been doing?
"Not much. Just playing at parties and working hard on new sounds."
>You heard some of it outside.
>She's getting better.
>Even if she was great to start with.
>Vinyl smiles and goes back to her laptop.
"Thanks dude. It's just... It's really a lot, you know?"
>A lot of...
"Work. Making music is my life! I just wish I was... I don't know..."
>Appreciated?
>She has so many fans though.
"Exactly. It's not that I'm not appreciated. I just don't... I don't have time to live for myself..."
>Responsibility over fun?
"Yeah. And that people are only fans, never friends."
>Too unapproachable, eh?
"Me? Unapproachable? You're joking, right?"
>Yep.
>Too bad the other kids don't think the same way you do though.
"True. Then I might actually have friends here."
>Vinyl laughs, but it masks sadness.
>It's not hidden well.
>You look at your watch.
>It's getting late, somehow.
>Weird.
"You gotta go?"
>Yeah...
>Sorry, Record Player.
"No problem, dude."
>You get your stuff and head for the door.
"And Anon?"
>Hmm?
>She hugs you briefly.
"Thanks for being there. As a friend, I mean. B-Baka"
>No problem. dude.
>As you walk back, your phone starts vibrating.
>It's Applejack.
Applejack: Are you coming over tonight?
>Now you are.
 
>A few minutes of walking, seducing, and humping later...
"Y'know, Ah've missed this..."
>Yeah.
>You haven't done it with Applejack since, what, the farm?
"n' the tree house, remember?"
>Right.
>With the stars so bright.
>Lighting up the night.
>Scaring away your fright.
>It was nice.
>Imagine if Apple Bloom followed you up there?
"Shucks, Anon. That ain't a right thing ta think about. She's mah little sister."
>And her big sister is great company.
>You're only messing with her anyway.
>You get your loli fill off of /b/.
>As Applejack snuggles into your arms, you turn and notice a letter on her desk.
>From the Apple Farm?
"Ah got it t'day. It's probably nothin' though. Ah'll read it tomorrow."
>Whatever floats her boat.
>You kiss her and tuck yourself in.
"G'night, Anon."
>Night, Applejack
 
End Day 37+
 
End Day 37+
 
Applejack rapport up!
Vinyl rapport up!
Discord rapport up!
Octavia rapport up!
 
You might learn an instrument
Pinkie's doing better
Vinyl's lonely
 
A mysterious letter has appeared