Title:           CanterU: 41+ Saturday
Author:          Kiyo3
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/jSpdJiB8
First Edit:      Sunday 10th of November 2013 07:02:30 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 10th of November 2013 07:02:30 PM CDT

Welcome to CanterU: ???+ Edition
 
The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3
Yesterday with posts: http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/14344936
 
>You roll over.
>The sheets are so soft...
>You almost don't want to get out of bed.
>But those damned classes...
>Wait, today's Saturday?
>You check your phone.
>Yes...
>Yes!
>There is a God!
>And his name is Saturday.
>You got out of bed and get your stuff together.
>Spike is still sleeping.
>On a Saturday?
>Saturday help his soul...
 
A. Wake him up
B. Push him off
C. Get out and go
 
>You go over to Spike.
>He really shouldn't waste a day like this.
>It's nice outside.
>Apparently you can see through blinds.
>How to wake him up though...?
>You take the sheets and pull them out from under him.
>He just rolls over slightly.
>That worked well...
>New plan.
>You pull him from the pillow and put it on the floor.
>You get ready.
>This should be interesting.
>You push him off the edge of the bed.
"Ah!"
>Laughter ensues.
"Anon, what the hell, man?"
>You can't stop the Anonster.
>Doesn't work like that.
>Spike stays on the floor in pain while you head out.
>At least he's up.
>As you walk, you pass by Pinkie-
>No, it's Pinkamena now...
>Pinkamena is standing, reading the CU bulletin board.
>Or just staring at it blankly.
>Who knows.
>At least she's back.
 
A. Pinkie
B. Girls Hall
C. Food
 
>You should leave her to... whatever it is she's doing.
>As you pass by her, you notice what she's looking at.
>It's a flyer for a party.
>She slowly turns toward you.
"Non.. Nonn-"
>You were outta there before she finished the sentence.
>Pinkie + parties = nope.
>You'll confront what's left of your friend later.
>You make your way over to the girls hall.
>*Ahem* Lyra...
"Oh, hey Anon! Want in?"
>Why else would you be here?
"Right."
>Lat-
"Hey, wait a second."
>Sure.
"Octavia wanted to remind you that she's still willing to teach you an instrument."
>Right.
>You never gave her a clear answer on that.
>Just tell Octavia that you're still considering it.
"No problem."
>You leave Lyra to her Lyraness and head inside.
>Who to see, who to see...
 
A. Rain and Shyne
B. Twilight and Rarity
C. Applejack
D. Derpy
 
>You knock on a door.
"Yes? Who is it?"
>It's Anonymous.
>James Anonymous.
"Anon?"
>Twilight opens the door for you.
>Her hair's a mess, and she's still in her night gown.
>She rubs her eyes.
"Hey, what're you doing here? Rarity's working on something."
>You... weren't looking for Rarity.
"Oh. Then you wanted me?"
>You were just seeing how your friends were doing.
"You want to come in?"
>Sure.
>Rarity's writing something at her desk.
>Howdy Rari-
"Quiet! I need to finish this."
>What's her deal?
>Twilight leans in close.
"The studio asked for twenty original designs by 12."
>That's a big demand.
>At least Rarity's getting paid.
"Well, actually-"
"It's simply dreadful!"
>Rarity crumples her paper and throws it into an overflowing trash bin.
>She grabs her stuff and runs out.
"Wait, Rarity, don't-"
"Twilight, please!"
>She's gone.
>That was odd.
>Twilight brushes the hair out of her face.
"She's been really busy with her work. Especially yesterday."
>But she was out with the group before the game?
"I was surprised she even went out at all."
>Right...
 
A. Rarity
B. Study
C. Another room
D. Food
 
>You walk to the trash bin.
>Whatever Rarity did, it can't be that bad.
>...
>...
>You don't really know about fashion.
>What does Twilight think?
"It's really beautiful. I wish Rarity could see that."
>Rarity's got her own problems.
>Might be a case of low confidence, or asthma.
>Probably both.
>You put the paper in your pocket and head out.
"Anon, don't you want to stay or study?"
>No time.
>Your friend is in need of help!
 
>You find her sitting in the lounge, head buried in her hands.
>What's wrong, Rarara?
"Oh, Anonymous!"
>She falls into your arms, still crying.
>This awkward hug can't get any worse...
"I can't do it, Anon. It's so much..."
>You take out the paper.
>Is this really so bad?
"Yes! How could you say it's not! Look at the lines..."
>The... lines?
>Rarity gives you a look.
>Oh, right! The lines.
>You see it now.
>But still, the design looks amazing.
"But Anon, I could do so much better."
>For now, this is what she'll do.
>The studio's probably just testing her to see what she can do under pressure.
>She shouldn't worry about it too much.
>It's just simple sketches.
>And Rarity's a whiz at those.
"A-Anon, you really think so?"
>Of course you do.
>Would you lie to Rarity?
>Never.
>Rarity wipes her eyes and gives you another hug.
>She turns away from you.
"I'm sorry, but... thank you..."
>Why can't she look at you?
"My... My mascara's running."
>Hey, she still looks good.
>She turns around.
>Moderately...
>You walk Rarity back to her room.
"There you two are. Everyone went out to get some food."
>What time is it?
>Ten.
>So, brunch or something?
"Right..."
"Well, I'd join you, darling, but I simply must finish by twelve."
>Should you get her something?
"No thank you, Anon. I've got this."
>She smiles and slams the door in your face.
>Well, she's got this.
 
A. Food
B. B Hall
C. Dorm
 
>You could go for some food.
>Who's coming, again?
"Well, it's you, me, Applejack..."
>That's it.
"Fluttershy has to take care of her dog."
>Lol, she knows about that.
"Yeah. I don't think it's such a good idea, but if she must..."
>Yeahyeahyeah.
>What about Rainbow?
"I haven't seen her."
>Oh well.
>Let's get going then.
"Just give me a second..."
>Twilight goes back inside, coming back a second later with a book in her hand.
>Really, Twilight?
"I... I need to study..."
>Classic.
 
"Howdy, ya'll!"
>Applejack gives you a hug and takes a seat between you and Twilight.
>Not like there weren't any other empty tables here.
>Why are you eating at the dining hall and not the lounge?
"The lounge is gettin' renovated 'er somethin'."
>Ah, right.
"Hey Anon!"
>Who's that?
>Oh, hey Vinyl.
>The Dj takes a seat across from you.
"Yer that girl from all the parties, right?"
"Yep. Vinyl Scratch, Dj extraordinaire!"
>Alright Vinyl.
>You get it, she's good.
"I can't help it if I have fans..."
>Touche.
 
A. Vinyl
B. Applejack
C. Rainbow
 
>What's new in the wonderful world of music?
"Not much. I haven't really done anything since the party Friday."
"Lack of inspiration, Ah reckon?"
>Vinyl twirls her fork.
>3/4 time, no less.
"Sorta..."
>Hey, she'll think of something.
>Her music is totally kick ass.
>Like the movie.
>Creativity comes and goes.
>But talent... that never dies.
"That's profound..."
>Vinyl laughs and gets up.
"In that case, I better get to work."
>Well, if she must."
>You fist her and watch her go off into the world.
>She's gonna do great things.
>Probably.
"So, Anon. Ah was thinkin' we could go in'ta town and see a movie or somethin'..."
>That sounds nice...
 
A. Agree
B. Declince
C. Maybe
D. Leave
 
>Your phone rings.
>Sorry Applejack, you have to-
"Naw, Ah understand..."
>She sighs and goes back to her food.
>Uh, who is this?
"It's Rainbow, who else?"
>Why not just text?
"Because I had to save you, duh."
>From what, darling?
"From messing up with Applejack or something."
>You take a quick look around.
>Where is she?
"Look to your left."
>You turn and see Rainbow waving at you, phone to her ear.
>Damn the glass doors.
>She could see everything...
>Sorry ladies, you have to go... er... take care of something...
"Bye Anon."
"Ah'll see ya around, Anon."
>Sure.
>You run over to Rainbow.
>How much did she see?
"All of it, dude."
>But it was, like, less than ten seconds of talking.
"Body language."
>She puts her phone in her bag.
"Dude, let's go for a run."
>In these jeans?
"Come on..."
>Fine.
>You start off at a slow pace.
>You never did have a chance to say congrats to Rainbow.
"No problem, dude. That game was hard, but, heck, you were right. I didn't need to worry about it."
>See, of course you were ri-
"Because I'm Rainbow Dash, the fastest..."
>Okay, just tone it down a bi-
"Strongest..."
>That's cock-
"And best soccer player here!"
>Aaaaand she's gone.
"Just messing with you, dude."
>Yeah, sure.
>Watch that ego, darling, lest it consume you.
"Uh, sure?"
>Good.
"Okay, but now onto the real issue."
>Which is?
"Applejack."
 
A. Avoid the topic
B. Talk about it
C. Leave
 
"You realize you have to talk to her eventually, right?"
>Seriously, why should you?
>Applejack's been getting sort of... clingy.
>Especially when you actually see her.
>You thought the relationship was defined.
"Maybe she thinks it's like you broke up with her..."
>Doesn't she know about this stuff?
"She told me a while ago that you're, like, her second serious relationship. Or maybe her first..."
>She's never dated?
"Yeah, duh. She just never had a relationship before."
>That's... odd.
>Applejack is really a great girl.
>The only reason you decided on an open relationship was because of her leaving.
>Waiting for a whole quarter, expecting feelings to be the same.
>Especially after Friday.
>Thank's Femmy.
"What? Who's Femmy?"
>It's nothing.
>But Applejack...
>Dammit, Applejack.
"Dude, you shouldn't mess this up just because she's leaving..."
>But, waiting that long?
"I... yeah..."
>So she agrees?
"Sorta... it's complicated when you look at it from the outside..."
>The two of you slow to a walk.
>You end up by the forest edge.
"You know, she really does love you. She told me the other day."
>That's supposed to make you feel better?
"No. I just thought you should know..."
>Great.
>You look into the forest.
>It's really not such a great place, is it?
"It's pretty creepy, really."
>Let's get back inside.
>Rainbow's room is empty, save for the dog.
>Fluttershy must be out doing mom errands or something.
"Make yourself comfy, I guess. Not much else to do today."
>She can say that again.
>Rainbow goes into the bathroom while you lean back in her chair.
>It's so... soft.
>Of course the girls hall is much nicer.
 
A. Dorm
B. Rainbow (biz/business)
C. Leave
D. Steal her pillows
 
>It's so nice, in fact...
>They definitely wouldn't miss a few things.
>Like pillows.
>You grab dem pillows and stuff them into your bag.
>Wait, what's that smell...
>That's...
>Femmy's back?
>No, that's the pillow.
>Rainbow uses the same shampoo?
>Your mind flashes back to yesterday, and the shower.
>That was... really, really nice.
>Dammit, Rainbow...
>You try to find the one that smells the least like Fem- Rainbow.
>Actually, screw this.
>You take one from Fluttershy's bed.
>The dog barks.
>Shh, buddy.
>It's only for the rest of the quarter...
>You stuff it in your bag and head out.
>Later, Rainbow.
"Later, dude."
 
A. Study
B. Vidya
C. Sleep
 
>You need to relax.
>Between Applejack, Femmy, and Rainbow's scent, you're done.
>You make the long journey home.
>Spike's already inside.
>What's with the ice pack, bro?
"You know exactly what it's for, Anon."
>Oh, right.
>Haha.
>You'll make it up to him.
"How?"
>Three games, Smash Bros.
>Winner buys the loser dinner.
"You're on!"
>You turn on your Wiimasterrace console.
"You're gonna get creamed, dude."
>He clearly doesn't understand the finer points of swordsmanship.
>Speaking of long pointy things, you just got a text message.
>The joke is, it's from Rainbow.
Rainbow: You stole Fluttershy's pillows?
>Nope.
>Spike chooses Pit.
>Why was that so predictable...
>Dude, everyone goes Fox, everyone goes Final Destination.
"But."
>Play the right way, or not at all.
"But I-"
>You press start.
>Let's a-go.
 
>You're gonna be here for a while
 
End Day 41+
 
End Day 41+
 
Applejack rapport ???
Rarity rapport up!
Rainbow Dash rapport up!
 
Applejack is still weird
Rainbow's a bro with advice
Rarity isn't stressed anymore