Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [02/17].

[howareyanow]

There was a general sense of normalcy back in the air when Wayne got up that morning, meaning he was feeling not quite as tightly wound as he had been for the last week or so, but he was still Wayne, so the difference was marginal, at best. Either way, he was sort of hoping that feeling even marginally better meant maybe things might be a bit less distracting and inappropriate when he got down to the common room to get a start on breakfast.

So far, so good! He started with a test pancake and was glad to see that they were very proper and pancake-shaped, as it should be, and the milk was the right color, and there was the usual bacon and fresh fruit, and maple syrup instead of only whipped cream, everything right on track!

Until he got to the eggs, anyway. Because the moment he cracked one open to get started on some sunny-side ups, what he got was not a neat little slop of whites and yolks in his sizzling pan, but, instead, a little yellow and white bird tweeting at him and flying up and around the ceiling.

Wayne frowned a little, because he'd checked the expiration date on these eggs and they were fine, and, in general, that wasn't how eggs worked, anyway.

Could've just been a fluke, though, so he grabbed the next one, cracked it open, and there went another little bird to join its friend flying around the common room.

He tried a different carton. This little bird was brown, apparently because it was a brown egg to begin with, but it was the same thing, and Wayne tried one more to confirm, and grumbled with disapproval at the cartons on the counter.

Right, then. So no eggs today, apparentleh!

[[ open breakfast is open! And egg-free! ]]

The Pool; Monday [02/17].

[white_oleander]

If there was a day for Astrid to start skipping her classes again, she felt like this was going to be the one. She was feeling better that morning, physically, but everything in her head remained a jumbled mess, perhaps more so with the clarity that came with the air that day. She knew it was a habit that she was probably better off not getting back into, but her criminal justice class wasn't even meeting that day, and she didn't feel like sitting around trying to avoid thinking about people while sipping cocoa and talking about a weird little play (that she did actually read). The only reason she'd even want to go to class today was to possibly show Grog the picture that she'd worked on yesterday, the one he'd suggested, but it was just a sketch right now, anyway. This way, she could maybe break out those watercolors she'd gotten for Christmas and actually have it painted by Friday, and she could show him then in shop class instead.

Right now, all she wanted to do was feel weightless and unreal, floating around in the eerie quiet of the pool that no one else seemed to use, or even know was there. Skim her fingers over the surface of the water like dancers, let the tangled knot of her feelings and emotions and thoughts loosen and unravel and spread out, leaving the confined space of her skull to spread out over the water and maybe even sink down deep, deep below.

It felt good, being down here when she should be in class, where she could almost pretend things were still the way they used to be, that maybe everything had been a dream, and she'd just been down in the pool this whole time, and California had never happened, down here where maybe California had never even existed at all..

[[ emo pool is open and I'm pretty sure this concludes my spam <3 ]]