2nd floor common room, morning/brunch time

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron returns from a run into town with a couple of bags. He's got muffins from Jeff the God of Biscuits, the NPC bakery, and ingredients for his omelettes and the pancakes Marty is going to make. Hopefully either Marty or Rory show up soon because Cam's really not too good at making coffee. With the invitation folder helmet on, he is however capable of making a damn wicked omelette.


((Yes, this is adressed to the 2nd floor but anyone who wanders by will get breakfast. So feel free to drop in.))

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Oh. In that case, yes. We did something. Or, if I was to be really blunt about it, we did indeed have sex. And she was quite good, so it speaks for your tastes." He tapped the table. The lack of nicotene was getting to him. "Well, in case you were curious, I only swing the one way. Towards girls." A thought strikes him. "If you're from the 1940s, did you have trouble with that? I know that there were a lot of social stigmas against that. Walter still has trouble admitting to being gay in public, I think."

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia laughed a little at his question "Well actually I was only eight years old in the 1940s, they took me and brought me back and I was still just eight years old so, well I didn't really swing either way back then I guess." Maia smiled and looked thoughtful nobody had ever asked her that question before. "And yeah she is." Maia blushed furiously now reminding herself as a little pange of jealousy hit out of nowhere that she and Chiana were friends. Hell she had kissed Tonks. "I think boys who swing towards girls are great." She said grinning "Makes it easier for me when I want you to swing towards me-" Maia froze at her comment, she wanted to die right there and sink through the floor. "I-wha- well what I mean is-" Maia just closed her eyes and wished the world away.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, that would make sense. Main thing I wanted out of girls when I was eight was to pull their hair. A bit ironic, no?" he asks, fingering his braid.
He grins. "And you swing towards me and I swing towards you and I spin you inside and outside and we do other moves which escape me at the moment. It's all part of the dance, right?. Which we are still on for, yes?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia was relieved he didn't, she wasn't really sure what she was afraid he would do, laugh at her possibly, but she was grateful he didn't. "Yes we are. Seven tonight on the roof right?"