5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[flickofthewrist]

The phone call with his father had left Flick pretty shaken. He'd gone as far to pack most of his things with the plan of going back to New York to find his father so he could punch him in the face until his hand ached. And then he'd find Mandel and do the same thing to that piece of trash and probably get himself killed for trying. At that point, Flick was okay with that end.

But then, he'd calmed down. He'd taken a walk, he'd gone to the mainland, stolen a few things because that simple act tended to stave off panic attacks and then he'd come back. He hadn't wanted to accept that his father had been telling the truth because that would be too fucking easy. If it was true, it meant that it would take Joi longer to hate him but it'd also mean that Mandel probably hadn't had time to kill anyone else. The time difference could advantageous in a lot of areas. And he'd deal with the ways where it would hurt. The end would justify the means.

And it wasn't like this island was normal. Massive time differential? Flick had to accept that it could be true.

With that in mind, Flick had woken up and wandered barefoot down to the common room to attempt to make breakfast for himself. He'd learned rudimentary cooking skills as a kid when it'd just been he and Jude fending for themselves. He knew enough not to set anything on fire.

So, there would be eggs. And maybe some toast. And ketchup. Because he liked ketchup on eggs.

[It's an open CR]

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

... There was a third Cactibear movie.

Toby didn't even know why the first two movies existed, let alone a third. There was a Cactibear trilogy. Which Toby was watching because apparently he was unable to look away. It was like a trainwreck. A horribly murderous mutant part-bear-part-cactus trainwreck.

At least there was also popcorn?