Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/19].

[howareyanow]

Wayne had, very briefly, considered an attempt to incorperate all the candy that was just sitting around into his breakfast for that morning, and the fact that he'd even thought about it for a second bothered him a bit, that it was his natural impulse to just see what the island had given them and think about using it first and foremost before considering that candy didn't belong in breakfast!

There was definitely a disconsolate growl. This place was starting to make him 10-ply. Or at the very least, three.

So it was breakfast as normal, without any candy, although if anyone wanted to be spare parts enough to incorperate the candy into their breakfast themselves, they were more than welcome, though Wayne may personally, privately wish upon them that every piece they plucked out of those bowls would be black licorice, and they'd learn their lesson.

The pancakes may have taken on a certain mouse-eared shape, though. Whether or not that was done intentionally or by influence of the island, though, Wayne would never tell.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

Outside the Dorm, Monday Afternoon

[thebeastofhouston]

Arabella was returning from her science class when an exhausted deliveryman stopped her just outside the dorm. "Arabella Baylor?"

"Yeeees?" she asked.

"Sign here, please."

Care package? But she'd just gotten back from Houston...Arabella scribbled down her signature and waited to be handed a box or something, but the guy just said, "Have fun with it," and walked away.

It was then that Arabella noticed the twelve foot skeleton standing on the lawn.

"What the--hey, I didn't order this!" The guy ignored her. "How did you get this thing up all those stairs?" Still no answer. Arabella stared up at the skeleton. The skeleton...stared off into the distance, several feet above her head. "What the heck am I supposed to do with you?"

((Open to all who would like to boggle at Arabella's new friend!))