Fifth floor common room, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room with the book of Poe open on her face. So waking up from having spent the weekend very firmly believing that she was actually Hamlet involved waking up to be staring at a very large and rather unfocused illustration of a demonic raven . . . and then falling off the couch.

Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.

She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.

[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

When River walked into the common room and saw Nadia she stopped. She still hadn't forgotten about the Proty incident, even though she had a feeling she should have. Then she remembered that Nadia was someone else. She blinked. But who?

The food smelled very nice however. Berthold would probably agree, and he was a quite picky monster.

She sat down on the couch, and tried to throw glanced as Nadia without her noticing it. It was so much easier to mind read people when looking at them.

[nadiathesaint]

Half Nadia's mind was filled with what to do while cooking, and reminding herself that just because she liked spicy pineapple empanadas with chocolate bits and mushrooms didn't mean everyone else did. The other half was trying to work out just how she'd managed to convince herself she was Hamlet for the weekend, and hoping that Walter-as-Angela hadn't ditched her clothes somewhere odd.

As such, she didn't notice River for quite awhile. When she did, she stopped.

She hadn't forgotten the Protty incident, either.

"Hi."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

It didn't take River very long to notice that this was indeed Nadia. "Hi," She replied. She couldn't help glancing at the resurrected Proty, now with an eyepatch.

The food smelled nice. She didn't feel like asking if she could try it though. Nervously, she found a pen and began drawing on her hand.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't like not liking people. Though she couldn't help some smug thoughts of satisfaction at the fact that her suggestion of giving Proty an eyepatch had actually, apparently, worked.

Still, she made sure none of that showed on her face as she offered River a finished empanada.

"Hungry?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi poked her head into the common room tucking the necklace she was wearing under she shirt.

She saw a familiar form cooking something that smelled good.

Which was a good sign in more ways then one.

"Okay," she said walking into the room. "... Who are you today?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm me. I was me all weekend, but now I'm a me that is no longer convinced I'm Hamlet." Nadia shot Pippi a small smile. "Pip's back, by the way. He got in last night."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"He is?" Pippi perked up. "How did he look? Is he okay?"

[nadiathesaint]

"He looked okay. We didn't really talk about anything, since I still thought I was Hamlet when I saw him. The important thing is, he's back."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras slipped into the common room, dressed in a t-shirt and the one pair of jeans she had left that didn't look like they'd been attacked by a lawn mower.

Also, despite the fact that it was another hideously warm day, Seras had a knit cap pulled down tight over her hair. Three guesses as to why.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled at Seras from where she was doing what probably appeared to be a terrible imitation of Walter. "Hey. Who'd you think you were this weekend?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras gave a half-smile back.

"Some girl named Zero Hopeless-Savage. I'd never met her before, so all my poor mind had to go on was how she dressed and it's implications. I spent a lot of time cutting up my clothes in defiance of the 'establishment'."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "I've met her, she's pretty cool." She tilted her head, taking in the hat. "She also dies her hair a lot. . . ."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"You don't like your hair?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras wrinkled her nose.

"It's bright pink! I look like something from one of those weird Japanese cartoons."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Nah." Pippi said. "You don't have really cool boots and a mouth that's really really small when it's closed and ridiculously huge when open... Plus? Your voice isn't totally annoying."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip stumbled into the room rubbing sleep from his one eye. "I hate the goddamn flight from Colombia," he muttered. "Please tell me there's coffee and some form of food."

[nadiathesaint]

"Empanadas, and I have coffee brewing."

So saying, Nadia ran over to give Pip a hug.

"Sorry I wasn't myself last night."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip returned the hug sleepily. " 'Salright. I figured you'd snap out of it eventually."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras looked up and gave Pip a wave and the once over.

Alive and in one piece. Good.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip waved back. "What's with the hair?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Good morning."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip managed to crack a very tired smile. "Bonjur, Me-pi."

[thenamesxander.livejournal.com]

Xander has no reason to be up early on Monday mornings. Yet he is, and he can smell food cooking in the common room, so of course he heads in that direction.

"Hello, everyone." He says with a friendly wave.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waved back. "Would you like an empanada?"

[thenamesxander.livejournal.com]

"I am never one to turn down free food," Xander grins. "...Unless Clare's been cooking it," he adds as an afterthought. "But you're not Clare so I believe I'm safe."