Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Because you can only live off of a holiday fruitcake for so long before you start to go insane, Anders had finally ransacked his fridge for the bacon and eggs he'd meant to have for breakfast yesterday, then dragged himself out of his room and into the common room. That took a little effort. Okay, a lot.

So now, armed with a small pot of coffee and more bacon and eggs than anyone should legally be allowed to eat at once (being ridiculously hungry always skewed his concept of proportions) he was leaning against the counter while he ate. The TV was tuned to some show about tricking out cars, which prompted Anders to start mulling over the possibility of tricking out his Glider some more. But there would be absolutely no chrome. No way.

[OOC: Open, though subject to afternoon SP. OMG work is a ghost town today. *is disturbed*]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent a good portion of her morning futzing around with her multi-tool and her secret spy ear thingy, in hopes of making said spy ear more sensitive.

As she was Nadia and not, say, Bridge, it hadn't gone well.

Her ears were ringing, but she was following the smell of food.

"Hey! Are you planning to share?!"

[ooc: now with actual coherency]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Nadia! I might eat myself to death if I try to finish it all," Anders told her, holding out an empty plate. "Since that's not exactly how I planned to go out, help yourself."

[nadiathesaint]

"What?!" Damned ringing. Well, the plate hopefully explained it. "Thanks!" She started loading it up. "What's up?!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not a damn thing. Been a really quiet break for me, so far." Well. Mostly.

Anders peered at her. "You're talking a little bit loud today," he noted. "Must be in a good mood."

[nadiathesaint]

"What?! Sorry, I was messing around with the microphone thingy Pippi gave me for Christmas, and now my ears are ringing! Am I talking really loud?!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally peeked into the common room, and thought for a second before entering.

"Merry Boxing Day," Cally said. "Do people actually box on Boxing Day? and if so, should I take my baby to see?"

[nadiathesaint]

"What?! Hi, Cally!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I said merry Boxing Day," Cally repeated.

[nadiathesaint]

Dammit. Nadia stuck her finger in her ear, as though this would help her hear better when she took it out again, then tried again. "What?!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally's eyes widened. "Are you hearing me?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders blinked and swallowed a mouthful of scrambled egg. "Wait, what? Today is a holiday too?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I think there's a lot of them around this time," Cally said. "Nice to see you're still talkin' to me."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shrugged. "Why shouldn't I?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Because you flipped out and started hating me?" Cally said.

[stykera]

There was a smell of food wafting down the hall. This needed to be investigated, so Stark wandered out of his room and into the common room to do so.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hi Stark!" Nadia called rather incredibly loudly.

[stykera]

"Hello Nadia!" Stark replied with a little wave. "How are you?"

[nadiathesaint]

"What?! Sorry, I can't hear things very well right now!"

[stykera]

It seemed like every time he talked to Nadia there was something odd with her.

"Oh," Stark said, nodding. "Okay."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Helloooo Stark," Cally said with a wave.

[stykera]

Stark waved back. "Hello Cally!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Happy Boxing Day!" Cally said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Stark!" Anders greeted him. "Hungry?"

[stykera]

"Anders!"

Stark nodded, then held up the plate Nadia had handed him.

"Did you cook?"

And was the food safe if he had?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I did! Sorry it's nothing fancy. But tossing things into a frying pan until they're cooked is about as much as I can handle today."

Well, he'd had two and a half platefuls so far and he hadn't died yet. This -- one hoped -- was a good sign.