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4th Floor Common Room [Morning]

Anyone who happens to wander into the fourth floor common room any time in the early morning, will find a blanket covered lump on the sofa. The lump is half-watching early morning TV and muttering under its breath about a new-found hatred of Mexican food and the back pain caused by sleeping on a sofa.

[[Oh yeah, Mac never left. Open to anyone who feels like decyphering the TVguide in its new, edible form. Yes, now you really can eat a celebrity if you so desire.]]

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Allie wanders in to the common room with ingredients to bake muffins again, though not as many as last week.

"Oh, sorry," she says quietly upon seeing the blanket covered lump on the sofa.

It turns out the blanket lump actually has a face when it turns around. There is a sign of movement that might be a shrug, "s'okay, come sit. I've discovered just why it is that I never watch TV on sunday mornings." She doesn't really sound very awake.

"Well I was going to bake some muffins," Allie explains, indicating the bags in her hand. "As long as it won't disturb you," she adds with a smile. "I'm Allie, by the way. I don't think we've met."

"Mac," she shifts in a vague attempt to get more comfortable then adds, "uh, I'm called Mac, that is. You bake away, what kind of muffins is it you're making?"

"Blueberry," she replies, heading over to the counter and pulling out her supplies to start mixing.

"How come you're sleeping in here?"

"Wow, sounds good. They probably aren't going to be vegan though huh?" She pulls the blanket tighter around herself and sits up.

"I was watching a movie with Isabel and Lana last night, must have fallen asleep on them." She looks a little sheepish, "I feel a little guilty, it's Isabels favourite Disney movie, and I fell asleep in the first half hour."

Allie frowns at the box. "They're organic," she says. "But I'm not sure if that means they're vegan," she admits.

She starts mixing the batter. "Oh, what movie were you guys watching?"

"Probably not," she smiled "we vegans are strange and picky. Sucks sometimes, it's mostly a moral stand."

"We were watching Toy Story. The last thing I remember was a potato-head toy doing a picasso impersonation... oh, and there were some cute aliens with deity issues."

"Oh that's a fun movie," Allie says with a smile, spooning the muffin batter into the muffin pans.

"I like the second one better though."

Mac runs her fingers briefly through her hair in an attempt to tame it slightly. "Unfortunately I didn't make it that far, it was supposed to be a marathon of the two." She absently starts poking the tortilla on the arm of the sofa, "I'm not sure whether the other two finished both in the end or not."

Allie slides the muffin pan into the oven and goes over to sit near Mac.

"You should definitely try to watch it sometime," she says. "I think you'd enjoy it."

Then she notices Mac poking at the tortilla. "What's that?"

"I'll definitely have to borrow it off her again later, 'cause the parts I remember were funny."

She picks up the tortilla looking at it carefully, "this, is the TV guide. I was making an attempt to actually know what it was I was watching, and that totally failed."

She blinks at it.

"Um, okay. Are you a witch or something?" she asks, staring at the tortilla, which, now that she's looking closer, appears to have writing on it.

"I am totally normal. In the way that anyone round here is totally normal." She shrugged, "I'm having this little problem at the moment where I touch things and then they aren't what they were before." Mac held the ~~TV guide~~ tortilla out to Allie.

"You know the worst thing? It's just tortillas, thats it. It would be more interesting if I could at least make vegan waffles or fruit or something too."

"I'm totally normal, too," Allie shares. "Unless you count being from New Jersey as a personality defect."

She takes the ~~TV guide~~ tortilla and squints at it. "Was this a TV guide?" she asks. "And how come everything you touch is turning into tortillas?"

"There's nothing wrong with New Jersey as far as I'm concerned." She paused, "apart from the cold, not a big fan of that."

"It really was a TV Guide, and now its... not. I think I got pounced by the weird that's going around at the moment. Isabel was having a bouncy problem last night, and Lana wasn't too happy with her new ability." She pulled a face, "I'm hoping it goes away, soon. So far its only been paper, but one of these days I am going to have to touch my laptop."

"There's a weird thing going on at the moment?" Allie asks, completely clueless because she doesn't listen to the radio or talk to a lot of people. "I hope nothing happens to me."

Shrugging she explains, "people have been unexpectedly sprouting random, and mostly useless powers left, right and center." She laughed, "so far I've seen uncontrollable bouncing, and crazy-accurate taste-buds. I heard there's been NyQuil-water and detatchable limbs around too."

Mac shook her head, "you're lucky you've escaped it, so far anway. By the end of the day, I'm going to have no books left."

Allie gets up to check the muffins and pulls the pan out of the oven and places it on the counter to cool.

"It's times like this that makes me glad I mostly stay to myself," Allie admits, pondering all the weird things that Mac just told her. "Any idea what's causing all the weirdness?"

"Sometimes, staying out the way is a good plan. I'm working on being a little more sociable though," she sits up straighter to check out how the muffins have turned out. "I haven't even tried to work out the why's yet. I don't think I've done anything risky lately." Mac nodded towards the muffins, "you're so much better than me at that, mine always seem to look a little suspicious."

"My mom taught me to bake when I was eight," Allie says. "And I'm trying to work on the being social thing, too. Hence the baking muffins."

Mac nodded, "yeah, my Mom has never really been the cooking type. I only really got into it out of necessity. If I didn't do it myself, the vegan thing would never work in my house."

"Well, if you're into being social with baked goods, you'd probably get on really well with my friend Izzie." Mac grins, she's a little proud that she might be able to help someone else be sociable. "She absolutely loves this sort of thing. She also makes the most gorgeous banana chocolate chip cookies."

Allie picks up a muffin and breaks off a piece.

"Is that Isabel or Izzie? Because I've met them both and I get really confused. But I'd love to trade recipes sometime."

"Izzie, although Isabel might cook too... I just never really asked." She laughed, "that little doppelganger thing they have going on confused the hell out of me for a while. I've worked it out now fortunately. I hear there are other not-twins around, I seem to have missed the confusion by not really knowing any of the others."

Allie smiled. "Yeah, things around here are so bizarre sometimes," she agreed, popping another bite of muffin in her mouth.

"Yeah, I'm beginning to find that." Mac stretched out, "I think I should probably get back to my room about now. I feel like I've been living in this common room the last day or so. My room mate might start to think I've been abducted or something. It's been nice meeting you though."

"Nice meeting you, too," Allie said with a smile and a wave.

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