Third Floor Common Room, Late Monday Morning

[chasingangela]

Angela woke up in a good mood.

And hungry. Very hungry.

Which is why she was currently making a batch of banana-nut muffins in the common room and watching a talk show on TV. It was featuring makeovers on Goth teenagers; Angela scowled at this a tiny bit as she measured out walnuts and preheated the oven.

[OOC: Post is open.]

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[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

Lavender, also famished wandered into the common room. "Hello" she waved at Angela.

[chasingangela]

"Hi," Angela said, a little flour on her nose. "I have a batch of muffins almost ready, if you want."

She tucked her hair back, "Oh, and I'm Angela."

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"I'm Lavender. Ooh if you don't mind sharing they smell amazing." Lavender grinned. "You've got a bit of flour on your nose."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy smiled and waved at Lavender.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy came in, a tad damp from jogging in the rain (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1077830.html), and so very in the mood for whatever smelled so good in the common room. He squelched a bit, but had wiped any mud off his shoes before coming inside.

"Morning." he greeted. Then he frowned at the TV. "What are they doing?"

[chasingangela]

"Killing the individuality in those girls by making them wash off their eyeliner," Angela said. "Is it raining out?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy shook his head disapprovingly. Even the uber-conformative military machine back home had fostered individuality, at least in it's special forces. Come to think of it, GIJoe was incredbily diverse in it's clothing styles.

"Little bit yeah." he told her. "Have we met yet?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner, as it so happened, was very hungry too. If a hungry, eighteen-year-old, soccer-playing boy can sniff out food three floors away, well, his own floor's common room is easy prey. Not that he was thinking predatorially, except maybe in that general "driven by hunger" sense. Which . . . okay, that's all debatable and pretty irrelevant anyway.

In any case, with no Monday classes, he followed the promising smell of bananas and meandered on down the hall to the common room. "Morning!"

[chasingangela]

"Morning!," Angela responded. "The muffins are about ready."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Muffins?" Conner asked hopefully, as if he totally hadn't been hoping for just that, before he got distracted by the TV. "What are they doing?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Mornin' Conner."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Conner," Peter said with a grin.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After his first period class, Marty follows his nose and empty stomch to the third floor.

"Food?"

[chasingangela]

"Muffins," Angela said, leaning in for a kiss. "And talk-show mocking. How was class?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy waved at the guy who he didn't know.

[thebluespirit.livejournal.com]

On his way out, Zuko noticed movement in the common room. He went to inspect as usually people in the common room were accompanied by free food. He quickly got distracted by the monitor, though. One of the girls reminded him of Mai for a reason.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty waved at the new guy. "Hey. Come on in and get some food."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy waved.

[chasingangela]

Angela waved. "We have muffins if you want."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded at Zuko with a smile. "Good morning."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter may not have had Conner's soccer playing skills, but he definitely had his nose for food. He was moving a bit more stiffly than usual and nodded to those in the Common Room with a grin.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Hey howareya?"

[chasingangela]

Angela shot a grin Peter's way. "Hey, Peter. We're eatng muffins and mocking the TV."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek made his way upstairs when there'd been nothing of note happening in the second floor common room. And as it looked like food was being made, he was all for staying in this one for a bit. "Hey, Angela. Feeling industrious this morning?"

[chasingangela]

"For once, yeah," Angela affirmed, offering Krycek a tray of hot muffins. "I haven't seen you since you got back. How was your summer?"