5th floor Common Room - Monday Monday morning.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

It's Monday morning.

Everybody is back in the dorms.

You realize...

This calls for pancakes.

Lots, and lots, of pancakes.

Maybe a few eggs and a rasher of bacon five yards long. (Okay... Maybe no that much bacon.

There's definitely coffee.

[ooc: open]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had a feeling there might be pancakes. After yesterday's truncated workout and otherwise hiding in his room unpacking and giving it a cleaning that would make even Alfred proud, Walter was ready to be sociable.

"Good morning. I see you knew I'd be hungry."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Still groggy, tousle-headed, and wearing yesterday's clothes since he'd fallen asleep in them, Anders somehow made his way up to the fifth floor. Which, all things considered, might've been a minor miracle given that his eyes were still mostly closed.

"I could smell food three floors down," he said. Or meant to say.

It came out sounding more like "C'dsmllfdthfldn."

Yeah, jet lag from Caprica was a nasty thing.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"You are always hungry. Much like myself sir." she says flipping some pancakes in the air.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Anders? Walter looked surprised. "You're back. How did it go?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi grabbed for his hands to bring them up into a position where one would make a good platform for a plate and another hold a mug of coffee.

Will the hands stay in that position when she lets go? Will they support the weight of the breakfast she's about to place on them?

Let's watch.

"Same to you buddy." she says smiling.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"This is true." Walter grabbed a strip of bacon and grinned. "Some things rarely change. Other things do, so tell me about Saturday."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Mf," Anders replied, too zonked to question or protest. As his brain was pretty much mush at the moment, he was essentially a life-sized posable doll.

But a life-sized posable doll whose hands would not cave under the weight of food. The mere smell of coffee has astounding powers of revival.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"That is also true." Pippi nodded.

"Saturday... Saturday was... Interesting. A little scary perhaps in retrospect. But interesting. I thought I was some girl named Jan. She was... is... whatever, an American, she thought it was like nine-teen fifty-something, and that she was starting her first day as a Senior in a place called Rydell, New Jersey. A lot of stuff Tim has said to me makes a lot more sense now."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Eh." Anders rubbed his eyes and yawned. "'bout the opposite of what I thought. 'm out of practice."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

It's entirely too bad Pippi didn't realize just how malleable Anders was at the moment, because she could have probably had quite a lot of fun with him not dirty! ...Mostly

She moved the arm with the coffee closer to his face.

"You gotta do the rest. You're a big boy."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter put an arm around her shoulders and gave it a squeeze before grabbing a plate to load up. He still remembered thinking he was Boris, after all.

"What sort of things made more sense?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Like when I tried out for cheerleading, he asked me not to forget him if I made the squad. Said that cheerleaders generally only hang out with other cheerleaders and members of the teams they cheer for. Which seem odd to me at the time."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And just like magic, or perhaps an unwritten law of physics, the coffee mug gravitated toward Anders's mouth as if pulled by a tractor beam. He gulped down the entire thing, lack of sugar be damned, and blinked as the caffeine kicked in.

"Hey, Pippi. Thanks."

Look! Actual words!

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome." she said. "How was your trip?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Long," Anders admitted after scarfing down a piece of bacon, "and kind of embarrassing. I so got my ass kicked on the court."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing Sakurazaki had learned about drifting around to poke her head into random common rooms, it was that food was almost always a direct result. And, on a post-flight morning, this was crucial information to have.

She was very pleased to see her theory proved correct on her first try, the fifth floor common room, manifested in the form of pancakes.

"Ohayo!" she drifts in rather brightly for herself; her stomach also mummbles a greeting of sorts.

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes!" said Peter cheerfully as he walked into the room. "I love pancakes."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh no! But you haven't been able to practice. We don't have pyramid teams here yet. Surely they understand that?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Jan was a cheerleader?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi grinned at Peter from the stove.

"I suppose that means you'd like some then."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hullo!" Pippi waved a batter laden spoon. "Breakfast?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please!" Sakurazaki smiles, hand on her stomach to quiet a little rumble. "I was rather hoping I'd be finding some today."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Out of practice. Not what he expected. Those didn't add up to good results.

"Will you be able to try out again in the future?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, she was a 'Pink Lady'. Which I don't actually get what that means. In fact when Patty, who was Molly, recruited Sandy, who was Sam, to be a cheerleader, Jan thought she might not be able to be seen with Sandy any more."

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

"Pllllllease?" asked Peter "I know I should be watching my figure but what the hell, you only live once."