I push open the door of Starbutt's Coffee, a small chain shop east of the dorm rooms. The shop is as familiarly warm and brownish as usual. The smell of coffee is in the air, and I close my eyes just to stop and smell it for a moment. It's almost as if the smell of coffee is as rejuvenating as the actual liquid itself.

I stop at the counter and quickly place my order and pay before I hear a voice from over at the chairs and couches by the window. "Hey, loose stools!"

With that element of quickish speech pattern and that nickname, I know it has to be Jet Stream, given that there's literally nobody has heard that name except him and Night Owl. I roll my eyes and walk over to join them, taking a seat on a heavily padded chair. There's no real way to make fun of that one, so I take comfort in the fact that I can't be easily jested at.

There are two new ponies that I haven't seen before with the two that I have. One is a pegasus mare who has a long mane of seven colors that almost resembles Rainbow Dash's, but with an extra color and extra length. Her eyes are light blue, and her coat is a pale gray that almost resembles a more faded shade of worn concrete. Her cutie mark is of a medium blue pencil writing on a piece of blank white paper that already has unintelligible black scribbles on it already. I catch one more glimpse of her eyes and realize that my looking at her with such scrutiny has made her uncomfortable, based on the slight shrinking of her pupils and the way her smile has tightened to the point of almost vanishing, so I glance away and at the other two newcomer.

He's also a pegasus, but a stallion instead. He looks almost like… as if a forest decided that it wanted to squeeze out all its color into a giant jar and did, and then a pony had come across that jar and thought it would be a good idea to swim in it. That was what he seemed to be. His fur was a solid, lightish green, and his mane didn't vary much from that, being only a darker shade of green, like a pine forest rather than a summer glade. His eyes broke the pattern, however, being crimson red like berries in the middle of a Christmas wreath. His cutie mark is one of a gray Playstation controller and, almost like his eyes, broke the continuity enough to make it stand out even more against the wash of green, I notice that he seems to be exchanging impish looks with Jet Stream, and that makes me all the more wary.

The gray pegasus breaks the silence. "Hi, I'm Streak–" she breaks off, shaking her head. "Sorry, Prismatic Streak. You don't know me yet, so you wouldn't call me Streak…" her speech kind of deteriorates into quick muttering, so it's like she's not actually talking to me, and rather to herself. She clears her throat and begins again. "I'm Prismatic Streak. What's your name?"

"I'd assume it's not 'loose stools' like Jet's told me, right?" the green pegasus asks, solidifying for me that he's not as jocular as the brown pegasus who he's just referred to, yet still able to act enough like him to make me wonder whether they aren't actually brothers and my whole forest theory isn't wrong. I suppose that might be a bit of jumping to conclusions on my part, but it seems so obvious from what I've seen so far that jumping to a conclusion would be justified this once.

I push my glasses further up my snout, seeing as they've started to slide down a little, and then immediately realize that that action makes me look like a complete nerd. This causes for a slight break in composure at the beginning of my sentence. "Ah, er, no. No, my name's Radicool223." To hide my slight slip, I shoot the question right back at them. "Who are you, anyway?"

The gray pegasus starts to try to speak to answer the question for the green one, but then she's interrupted by him when he pushes a plain donut glazed on a plate across the small coffee table that connects the three chairs and one couch that we five inhabit at the moment. "Here, Radicool, have a donut." He says nonchalantly. "I had an extra."

"I..." I begin, stopping my sentence halfway through as suspicion wells up. I glance over at Night Owl, who's sitting on the couch next to Jet. She shoots me a look that seems to convey several emotions, many of which I can't see closely enough to enumerate, but the ones that are prevalent: almost pity, anticipation, amusement, and something else that I can't really figure out quicker than the time I have to respond to the green pegasus. I have to assume he'd being genuine. "Okay, thanks, whatever your name is." I levitate the donut up to my mouth and take a bite.

This action immediately leads to me spitting it back out (thankfully onto the plate I'd gotten it from) in disgust at the plainly salty taste of it. It isn't even completely salt, which would've been okay, but some sort of mixture of sugary glaze and salt granules from a salt shaker. "What in the–what was that?!"

The green pegasus and Jet burst into laughter at my reaction, and the green one extends his hoof for a hoofshake that seems genuine. "Silicon Sparks; nice to meet you."

Night Owl's expression suddenly turns into one of apologetic sympathy. "Sorry about that, Radicool223. I didn't want to let them do that to you, I just couldn't really stop them." She blows a strand of her black mane out of her face and begins. "So, we know each other now, and I suppose I should explain how we found Streak and Sparky, here."

Jet frowns. "Hey, he's no more of a 'Sparky' than she–" he points at Streak, "Is a 'Streak-er'."

Streak's pale gray complexion turns completely red with embarrassment at that suggestion that she would do something like that (though I must note that it's a bit of a suggestion that would only hold ground if ponies wore clothes all the time, and as it is, we don't. Nobody cares if we do or don't). "Wha–come on!" she becomes flustered at this and seems unable to go on with a defense of herself.

"Hey, lay off, man." Sparks glares at Jet, furthering my perception of him as a perpetrator of a lighter degree of the whole 'making fun' spectrum.

"Anyway." Night continues, attempting to regain order. "Sparks and Jet were friends back in high school and met up today, and I met Streak in Music History, and we all came here. I think that about sums it up."

I give an understanding nod. "Okay. That makes sense."

The conversation proceeds as normal first meetings do, discussing likes and dislikes, interests and other aspects of ourselves.

Night Owl is… pretty much my first impression of her. She's quite into the more dark and depressing side of things, but her sense of humor about that and other things is spot on, even funnier than the mile-a-minute joking Jet Stream.

Jet talks fast, thinks fast, and uses all that natural conversational and debating talent to… make jokes. I honestly can't tell why he would choose to do that over anything else, but it's funny anyway, if it's not me he's poking fun at.

Streak is quiet and for the most part keeps her opinions to herself. I would simply pass that off as her just being shy if it weren't for the fact that she'd said some very not shy things in the beginning of the conversation. As the talking progressed she'd seemed to open up gradually, smiling more and occasionally putting her own opinions into the mix. From that I can infer that she's just slow to warm up to others and only needs time to get to know them.

Sparks, on the other hand, is a natural at this whole talking thing. He's at ease and perfectly comfortable in conversation with the rest of us. He's nice enough and funny, and it's great talking to him.

As the clock ticks to eleven in the morning, I hear my name called for my coffee, and agree to meet with the rest at our next class which we happen to all share (though that's not really a big coincidence, given that Brony University only has a few classes), fanfiction.

Just so you know, the next chapter will be the end of this story arc (or episode). I've come up with ideas for the next few story arcs (or episodes). The list of these are:

1) (This one) Friday One

2) Taco Tuesday (takes place on a Tuesday)

3) The Girl From Sweden (takes place on the Saturday after last episode)

I'm looking forward to writing these, and I think that with these characters (and the few I haven't used yet) I can really make something great out of this. Thank you all for your support.