Title:           Canter U: Day 8 Monday [Another Day in the Office]
Author:          OPtimisticAnon
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First Edit:      Sunday 28th of July 2013 01:34:10 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 28th of July 2013 01:34:10 AM CDT

>Alarm ringing. Aw fuck.
>You get out of bed slowly, seeing a snoring Spike.
>You smack that clock like its your cock.
>8 AM. Maybe you could afford to wake up a bit later.
>Slowly, you get to your desk and check your regulars.
>E-mail, Facebook, and Youtube.
>You've missed out on a few of your subs. You'll watch them later when you've got time.
>Celestia's sent you an email saying how lab work is gonna run late tonight, and she'll need yours and Twilight's help.
>Shower it up, V-neck and jeans. It's not THAT cold yet.
>You head out of your hall and wait for your science major friends come out.
>You get a granola bar and chomp on it while you watch the Today Show.
>Soon enough, Fluttershy comes out, followed by Applejack.
>And yo' boothang, Twilight.
>She gives you a hug and a good morning, and you all get out of the hall.
>Applejack starts to talk about a dream she had where she was actually working on a strawberry farm.
>She looked so in withdrawal that she opens her bag and eats her apple breakfast.
>You four take your seats in the lecture hall.
>You let out a nice yawn before professor bio starts professing about bio.
 
A. Notes
B. Slack off/Nap
C. Ditch class.
D. Text ______.
 
>Time to try. You put your phone on silent and put it in your backpack.
>You mean business today.
>You get out your pencil and paper this time and scritch scratch some notes down.
>Today you make extra effort of not adding extra e's at the end of words.
>The professor goes on about gap junctions and plasmodesmata and how they're the same but different.
>See, one's in plantse and the othere is in animalse.
>Fuck.
>You erase your mistakes and keep on taking notes.
>The professor eventually tells the class that the Bio midterm is going to be next week on Monday.
>Fluttershy smiles.
"Oh my... that's a blessing. At least it won't get in the way of the chemistry midterm."
>But... all the more time to dread the test...
>And it'll also be after a weekend! That won't be fun.
>You see Twilight looking a bit worried.
>Class lets out and Applejack and Fluttershy go to their next respective classes.
>Leaving you with Twilight... who's not walking that close to you.
"Can we get something to eat, Anon?"
>You head to the campus store to get your snackage on and you two park it at a table.
>She sighs deeply before opening her bag of Bugles.
 
A. figure out what's up.
B. business talk
C. distracting "business" talk
 
>You try to outdo her sigh with an even bigger sigh.
>This gets her to smile and lean on you.
>What's on her mind?
"Oh... y'know... midterm's coming up?"
>You've never experienced college midterms before... so you play it off like a boss.
>You tell her that there's nothing to worry about, and how that stress only makes her perform worse...
>And you tell her you're not into THAT kind of stress.
>She smirks and hits you lightly.
>You take some more of her Bugles as you two sit in silence for a bit.
"Aren't you worried about midterms?"
>High school midterms weren't bad... who's to say that college midterms aren't just as easy?
>Bad mindset, Anon.
>You proceed to reassure her that there's nothing to worry about on your end...
>Considering how you guys have been nerding it up for the past 7 days.
>You finish up her Bugles before the both of you head off to chemistry.
>You tuck your snacks away in your backpack before you walk in the lecture hall.
>Bag snacks are like wine.
>Extremely classy.
>Professor reminds you all that the midterm is on Friday.
>Twilight shrinks in her chair...
>Revealing a Trixie in her wake. She hasn't noticed you yet.
 
A. pay attention to class
B. talk to Twilight
C. talk to Trixie
D. Slack off / nap.
E. Text _______.
 
>It... is Trixie, right?
"Oh... hello Anonymous... and Sparkle. How was your weekend?"
>Twilight sinks even further. She must be embarrassed about the whole Flash Sentry episode.
>You give her the skinny. Talking about how it was pretty uneventful, other than the party.
>All you did was study and play Lea-
>Fuck... rule #1. Never tell a girl that y-
"You play League of Legends?"
>You got Twilight's attention.
>D-does she?
"It has been Trixie's greatest challenge climbing the fabled solo queue, but I will one day reach Diamond!"
>Somebody to the right of her asks her to keep her voice down.
>She pipes down a bit.
>You ask her if she would be interested in joining up to make a ranked team with you, Spike, and Twilight.
"I have to deal with Sparkle on the team? I only play top. Top or feed. GG Baddies."
>You're not even playing a game right now.
>Out of context gg's really show the enthusiastic autism
>You tell her that she's on the team.
>Now you just gotta find one more person.
>Class ends and the three of you head out, talking League strats.
 
A. Get some lunch
B. Go back to the dorms
C. Study in the library.
 
>Twilight tries to make peace with her, by complimenting her hoodie.
>It is a nice hoodie... got dem elbow pads and errthang.
>She yucks it up at the compliment, telling you how she got it from the fur of the tiger form of Zeus himself.
>You tell the two that you're hungry and you walk to go get some lunch.
>They follow you, as Twilight lectures about how Garen isn't really a bad champ.
>Shitstorm occurs behind you, while you make it to the lunch lines.
>They're serving some kind of enchilada today. Not sure how much of it you want, so you stack the rest of your plate with glorious guacamole.
>And cookies and cake, and all that fun.
>Oh man. This is at least another 5 extra hours in the gym.
>Looking across the hall, you see Rainbow Dash walking fine and eating lunch with her team...
>Well... she's back to normal... ish.
>Twilight and Trixie join you at the table.
>You poke at your enchilada, while Trixie scarfs hers down.
>It's like she hasn't eaten in years.
 
A. Twilight.
B. Trixie.
C. Rainbow Dash
D. Seconds / Ice Cream.
 
>Didn't CU's soccer team win championships... like... last year or something?
>Babby Cups don't count.
>You pass up the chance to meet a Division 2 Girls Soccer team, featuring extremely attractive athletic girls... to talk to the two girls in front of you.
>You make small talk, complaining how you don't really like enchiladas all that much.
"C-can I have some please?"
>You slide Trixie your plate but not before taking one last bite to sustain you.
>You then go to tell them how "Ya Es Hora", the Chicano club on campus, makes really good tacos.
>You remember a week ago when you had them.
>Glorious.
>Lunch goes on when something pops in your head.
>Hell, you know you only have 4 people on board now, but...
>You ask them what they want to name the League team.
"How about... Smarticle Particles?"
"No no no... that would never work out. How about... Trixie and Slaves?"
>Fucking shit.
>Palm meets face.
>Well... it's not like you have anything better... do you?
 
>You look down at your plate...
>How about Fudge Brownies?
>They nod in unison.
>You'll have to confer with Spike though.
>You text him and he agrees with you.
>And member #5... you'll still need to find.
>You finish up your food and you wave hello to Rainbow Dash on your way out the door.
>Trixie and Twilight go on ahead of you as you make your way to Chem Lab... and that glorious Celestia booty.
>You say goodbye to Trixie and bring Twilight with you to sit next to Applejack.
>Celestia pulls the two of you aside before you can get the chance to sit to remind you about late night lab work.
>You remember immediately. This might mean no League tonight.
>Celestia begins explaining the lab... by writing on the lower part of the chalkboard.
>She arches her back some. Mmm.
>Thermodynamix.
 
A. work on lab.
B. Applejack.
C. Twilight
D. Celestia
E. goof off.
 
>You try to set up the calorimeter as quick you as you can so you can get to the time waiting part.
>Because all labs have that time waiting part.
>Perfect time to goof off.
>While water heats on the hotplate, you excuse yourself from your group to talk to that booty cutie.
>implying you have a chance with a grad student
>You walk up to her and ask about later tonight...
>Is tonight gonna be long and hard in your lab?
>That is... you're asking:
>Tonight = dick
>lab = her inverse dick
>But you're real smooth about it.
>What's in store for tonight?
"Well... we have a time sensitive experiment tonight, but the in between time is a few hours, that we'll need to check up on every so often."
>No innuendo there... should you give up?
>Eh. Maybe later.
>You head back to your group and finish up the lab,
>Afterwards you head to Celestia's lab with Twilight.
 
A. Work by yourself.
B. Twilight
C. Celestia
 
>You goggle and coat up and follow Celestia and ask if she needs help with anything.
>She tells you that she needs to set up the time sensitive experiment and she has a four hand experiment that you'd be perfect for.
>You oogle at what Celestia does, gracefully pipetting liquid after liquid into a volumetric flask.
>She's really good with her hands.
>In a matter of minutes, and a good explanation or two, she's gotten her stuff done.
>You follow her and sit next to the fume hood where you help Celestia by handing her liquids and tips.
>It's a really complex process that i'm too lazy to explain or think of
"Okay... now, Anon... follow me to the storage room. We need more samples."
>Twilight looks a little too focused to be disturbed, so you tag along.
>It's a long walk, so Celestia strikes up conversation.
"So, Twilight tells me you and her had a really fun weekend?"
>Yep! You tell her everything except the fact that you punched a guy and fucked Twilight.
"Sounds interesting. I spent mine with my sister. Nothing special."
>What was her name? Moonie?
"Luna."
>Right... of course.
>She opens the door to the storage room. It's a pretty chilly room with a load of boxes, bottles, an ice chest, and a walk in freezer.
"Oh... this isn't good. Some other grad student rearranged everything in here!"
>This'll be a long search.
>Celestia checks the freezer.
 
A. small talk
B. business talk
C. "business" talk
D. search for the samples.
 
>You look in the freezer too, but keep your distance from Celestia.
"Did you find it yet, Anonymous?"
>Nope... It's pretty cold in here though...
"Fun fact: Sperm count raises in colder temperatures."
>Fascinating.
>You turn around after checking your side of the freezer.
>Celestia's trying to reach to the highest shelf. Her shirt lifts up and you can see her midsection... and a whale of a tail.
>Hmm. Did she find it?
>She turns around, showing you a pair of nipples through her shirt.
>Nice job, Anon.
"Yeah, I did... but you're taller than me. Can you get it please?"
>Tall? Since when? You get the box of samples and hand them to Celestia.
>Back to the lab again
>Yo, This whole rhapsody
>Yo better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him.
>Lose yourself in the musi-
>Celestia inoculates the sample once you guys get back, and it's back to the waiting period.
 
A. Help Twilight
B. Work by yourself
C. Talk to Celestia
 
>Celestia's on the computer entering data from her lab notebook.
"Hey Anon... need something?"
>Yeah... back in the freezer... you uh...
>What makes you think this'll work now? Twilight's here!
>You get a plan.
>You left your... ID card back at the freezer.
"Oh... here, take mine and just use it."
>Yup this isn't working.
>You guys messed that one up.
>And who knows when the next late lab night's gonna be?
 
>After a few hours, you ugys finish up the time sensitive experiment and you head back to the dorms with Twilight.
"Bye you two... keep it clean! I'm headed to my apartment."
>You wave her goodbye and Twilight takes your hand as you two walk back.
>9 PM.
 
A. League
B. Goof around in the lobby
C. Work/Study
 
>Twilight tells you how she's going to study as soon as she gets back to her room.
>Damn, that breaks your streak of having sex on consecutive days.
>Or does it?
>Yeah, it does.
>You probably should follow suit.
>You go back to your room and freshen up and hit the books.
>Spike's playing League as usual.
>You toss on some music and begin the reading.
>While you have your book set up on the desk, you're filling out all of the online homework.
>You rage a little on the inside when you submit the right answer and the website says you're wrong and shows you the same answer.
>Fucking shit level education.
>But you know... you're gonna get a good grade on these midterms, then Twilight's gonna suck your dick for being smart as fuck, brah.
>Then you will have brought honour upon your famiry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzjpOMez4nw
 
End day 8.
Day 8 Summary:
Studied.
Contributed to the human compendium of knowledge.
Gained Trixie as a Top Laner