[] Get Lunch
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You immediately notice two things as you step into the school's cafeteria. One, it is considerably large, which you shouldn't be really surprised, considering the size of the student body is. And two, there aren't a lot of students in here. Some that are here are generally huddled together or scattered around, either chatting up in groups or reading a book alone. Regardless, you don't think you know any of them.
Over the left side of the room, you notice four vending machines that are selling various snacks and drinks. On the right side of the room, there's a short line of students. Peering about, you see several sorts of dishes lain about. There are... meat, vegetables, tofus, and the such. Behind the table, an old lady is commandeering the whole thing. Idly, you realize that this is probably what that 'free lunch' within your scholarship probably means. Shrugging your shoulders, you move over to the line.
Five minutes later, you find yourself settling on a lone table with a tray of a glorified salad and a cup of poorly made coffee—you've tasted it. Admittedly, you realize that whilst eating the same diet as you were as a pony is healthy even for a human, you know that eating the same thing over and over wouldn't be exactly good for your health. You know this; the cold pragmatic part of yourself acknowledge it, but it doesn't mean you're going to cross the bridge right away.
Rolling your shoulders, you plunge a fork into a red cherry tomato and pop it into your mouth. At least it tastes better than the store-bought ones. You chew and swallow. Definitely better.
"Hello," you jump a bit at the sudden voice. "Eh, sorry. Mind if I sit here?"
You look at the source of the voice. She's a student like you, black short hair with braided twintails and mini 'buns' atop of them. She smiles at you, and you return a tentative smile back. "Sure," you say.
"Thanks," smoothly, she slides into the table, sitting herself beside you. You note that instead of a tray, she brings her own lunched box. A black square thing with the picture of a panda on top. "I'm Chao Lingshen."
You shrug your shoulders uncomfortably, popping another tomato into your mouth. After a moment, you realize you should actually introduce yourself. "'M Sunset Shimmer."
"I know," she giggles, and you look at her confusedly. "I'm in your class, you know." She points out.
You cough to the side. "O-oh." An embarrased heat enters your cheeks and you do your best effort to flush it away as you focus onto your meal. Itworks, graciously enough. Chao doesn't seem to mind much about you faux-pas as she opens up her own lunchbox, revealing what seems like a chinese set of cuisine. And you're not one to look a gift... horse in the mouth.
"So," she says after a while, blowing away the awkward silence for what it's worth. She looks at you with a curious look, her chopticks sticking on her lips. "Do you have any club in mind that you want to join?"
Though you don't word it, but your confusion must've been visible enough that Chao is giving you a smile that borders on pity. You scowl mentally. Both at your social inability and the pity she's giving you. You suddenly remember why you prefer in the presence of Celestia... not you could ever be in her presence, now. At least, not unless you're behind some extremely magically enchanted prison bars.
"Club is basically an extracurricular group that students usually join. Mostly, it's because the group offers the same interest as you have."
Oh. You know something like that. It's like that magical study group Celestia used to force you to join in. You participated rarely, but always left halfway through when you realized how much of a coward they were. Or how much smarter you are than them. Really, the always shrinked into themselves whenever you suggested to practice spells on the field right away. You don't know when, but you had stopped joining in after the first month, and Celestia never spoke about it again.
"Is it obligatory?" you ask.
She shrugs. "No, but it's still encouraged by the school."
"Oh." You crunch a fresh carrot into your mouth. After a while, you swallow. "What kinds of clubs are there?"
She grins. For some reason, it brings a shiver down to your spine. "Lots." Then, as if she had actually prepared all of this, she slipper a piece of paper to you. "Here's the list."
You blink, and then read the paper.
Yeah, that's a lot.
You frown as a thought suddenly enters your mind. "Why are you doing this? The club thingy, I mean."
Again, she shrugs, giving you a mischievous smile that sometimes reminds you of Celestia. "Why not? You're new, and I hear helping people brings good Karma. And you can't ever have enough good Karma, right?"
You nod. An act more out of idle action than anything else as you consider her answer, and the list of clubs before you. Only a few catches your attention. It may not be worth it, but it may also be worth it...
Join a club?
[] No
[] Yes
-[] Strolling Club
-[] Library Exploration Club
-[] Occult Club
-[] Write-In (Be reasonable. Also subject to GM's approval)
