Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/17].

[white_oleander]

A few people had shown up for breakfast last week, so Astrid saw no reason why she shouldn't just keep up the tradition at least a little bit longer, especially since there'd been some interest, at least from Miles, at other people helping out, too. She wondered if she could do something to make it even more communal and take a lot of the work off of one person with a sign-up sheet or something like that, but for now, she was just sort of focusing on getting the food ready and improving her own techniques for making a bigger breakfast for more people than just herself a little easier.

If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.

With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.

[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]

The Roof | Monday Evening

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina had been quiet over the course of the weekend.

( And not just a LITTLE quiet… )

They couldn’t all be together, she said on her twitter, inviting people to join in, but they could all be under the same stars.

Nina pointedly ignored that she knew good and well that the stars weren’t the same everywhere. That wasn’t the point of this evening.

[Cut for mentions of sexual assault. Written with defenderofdesmoines blessing! Open post; feel free to mod an invitation to the vigil from Nina.]