Fourth floor common room: Quite early Sunday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Mice, as it turned out, weren't big on sleeping for long stretches at a time. This explained why Jack had squeezed under Cedric's door, exploring his way down the hallway, sniffing at each door until he ended up in the common room.

It took awhile, but he eventually managed to climb up onto the couch and scamper over to the remote control. //Okay, I can do this.//

Bouncing up and down on the power button eventually turned the TV on, and he used both paws to change the channel. He paused, twitching his whiskers, as the screen was suddenly filled with mice. Cute mice. //The Saviours, huh?//

Jack curled up on top of the remote to watch the story of two heroic mice, who obviously had a severe case of UST, nibbling on a bit of popcorn he'd found under one of the pillows.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

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[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

After spending a fairly relaxing evening watching TV the night before, Neil found himself awake early on Sunday. It was really nice to wake up to snow falling and the New Englander decided that breakfast this morning absolutely had to include pancakes as well as bacon and oatmeal.

Unfortunately, if there was the makings for pancakes down on the third floor, he couldn't find it so he was currently floor raiding in the search of the ingredients for pancakes.

He was a little surprised to find the TV on and no one stirring except the mouse. Figuring that maybe it had gotten left on last night, he reached over the back of the couch to find the remote and found the remote, bemoused.

"Uhm..." Neil said a little perplexed and as he was about to try to shoo the mouse away he remembered the white crow from earlier in the week.

"You weren't a crow, earlier this week by any chance, were you?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter wasn't usually up for early mornings on a Sunday, but on the other hand he was hungry.

"Neil! Tell me you're cooking. I'm prepared to beg if I have to."

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Deciding that it was not wise to arm wrestle a mouse for the remote, Neil was prepared the leave the mouse and the remote alone -after all, the cartoon was kinda cute- and so he was making his way on towards the cupboard when he heard Peter's voice.

Turning with a warm smile, he waved at his classmate.

"Morning, Peter. Well...you can't have a snowy morning without pancakes, bacon, oatmeal and toast." He said, an impish light hitting his dark eyes. "But the begging could be interesting."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"This is going against years of history of me eating Pop Tarts," Peter said. "But I can help you out with the coffee if you want."

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Nodding Peter towards the coffee pot, Neil grinned.

"It's all you. Be right back."

Making a quick trip back down to three to get his favorite skillet and the pound of bacon he'd picked up at the store, Neil returned to the 4th floor prepared to cook up here.

"How have you been doing?" He asked Peter as he started getting ready to cook. Pancakes were not something he usually made but the directions on the box were fairly straight forward.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up at him from his spot on the remote control, a bit perplexed, head tilted to one side. //Nope.// And, remembering that he probably didn't speak mouse, he shook his head.

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

No...Neil was woefully behind on the ability to speak mouse, crow or...well pretty much any language except English.

Still, a headshake was fairly universal and since the mouse seemed to understand him, Neil figured ...

Yeah okay he had no idea what he figured but it seemed a good idea to offer the mouse some breakfast.

"Hungry?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack bounced to his feet, and off the remote, whiskers twitching, and nodded. A lot. //Starving.//

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, that was a pretty easy response to understand and Neil chuckled and held out his hand.

"Come on up, would you like some pancakes? Do mice eat bacon?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's gotten to the crabby point of her week, ready to just veg and do nothing till the Oscars come on and she can veg in her room, mocking people's dresses over the phone.

And there's a mouse. Jaye's also gotten to the point of her stay at Fandom High where she just says, "Hey, how's it going."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

//Jaye!// Jack bounced to his feet and stretched his paws out towards her, before he noticed something was strange about her. //Jaye? You're very thin.//

[fates_jaye]

She tilts her head. "Are you asking me for a hug?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He hadn't been, he'd just been happy to see her, but like Jack was going to say no to the chance of a hug, even if he was a mouse and Jaye was a stick figure.

He nodded and tried to look as cute as possible.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm not even sure how to do that," she says, offering a three-fingered hand in case that works for a hug.

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Hey Ja - " was as far as Peter got before he actually saw her.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm a stick," she says. "Hey."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"I heard the radio and I've lived here for months and I still thought it was a metaphor," Peter said. "We still on for Wednesday?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was up early and wandered out to the common room in search of food. "Morning everyone!"

She glanced at the couch and raised an eyebrow. "Jack are you trying to get yourself smushed?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack bounced in place when he saw Izzy. Then bounced down the back of the couch, leaping and twisting, until he got to her. Whiskers twitching in a mousie grin, he looked very smug. //Nope. But I had coffee.//

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god you are way too energetic this morning," she boggled. "Did someone give you coffee?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He nodded, many times, then waved his right paw in the air for good measure. //A whole bowl full of my very own.// He scampered right to the edge of the couch and leaned out towards her. //Pick me up!//

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Hey Isabel," Peter said.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Morning!" she waved. "What has you up so early?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Food," Peter said. "I'm starving. You?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco stumbled into the common room, not even close to awake.