fifth floor common room, saturday afternoon

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

It's almost 1pm, and Roxas has just walked into the common room in his pyjamas, his bed-messed hair, and his hugely yawning mouth.

He has coffee. Or soda. Or just plain sugar.

He finds a couch, sits down, and promptly stares into space.

Sleeping for 14 hours does not come highly recommended by the little pile of blonde fluff bedhair.

[OOC: Open! What a shock :D]

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé stepped into the room, sketchpad as ever tucked under her arm, and promptly laughed. "Roxas," she greeted him. "Good afternoon. Or should I say morning?"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"Hnngh," he replies, his eyes sort of softly unfocused.

"Is it afternoon?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

There was another peal of laughter. "Just barely, but yes. I'll guess that you didn't have the shock I did this morning, or you'd be considerably more awake."

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

He rubs at his eyes and tries bravely to focus on her.

"What shock? Something happen?"

He should have realised by now that this is FANDOM. Things always happen here.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"There was an extra person in my room this morning," Naminé said, amused. "Apparently my roommate's cat is temporarily human. This island is rather strange."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stumbled in, rubbing his eyes, and clicked on the TV.

"Hey," he mumbled to Roxas, as he started to flip through channels looking for something with enough explosions.

"Hamster wheel: baaaad idea," he said, by way of opening conversation. Hey, he was still waking up. Talky words would come later.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"Never been in one," Roxas says, clearly missing the point of something, somewhere. It's possible that he thinks he's still asleep.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"What?" Sokka asked, shaking his head fuzzily. "No, they make noise. Especially with a hyperactive chinchilla."

... And there on the TV was someone who sounded like Sean Connery but looked a LOT younger beating the crap out of people. That'd do for now. Sokka turned the volume up and put the remote down.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yeah. I had a hamster once."

He nods. The TV is making noise. It's distracting, in a violent, make-a-boy-happy kind of a way.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I didn't. 've got a chinchilla, though."

Deep, Sokka. Really deep.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé looked over at her former cabinmate. "Sokka! Good afternoon to you, too. Am I the only one here who's awake?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"You're awake?" Sokka asked. "I'm sorry. Have some TV."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé blinked at him oddly. "You're trying to go back to sleep? Seems as though TV wouldn't help with that."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"No, but it keeps me pleasantly entertained," Sokka pontificated, smiling.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Michelangelo was in a bit of a giddy daze. He'd been handwavily not feeling well for a good chunk of the week, so now that he was well enough to be up and about again, there was a good deal of grinning and meandering about aimlessly.
Aimless meanderings sometimes lead to common rooms.

So, there was a Mikey, swaying from side to side and eying the fridge thoughtfully as he pondered the logistics of making a lemon and cauliflower pizza.

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas looks around, and sees only the shell that's facing him.

"Hey, Raph," he says, although it sounds like his throat's been filled with cotton balls. Yup, he's still mostly asleep.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey blinked over at the blonde kid and tilted his head a little. He was getting used to the identity issues, at least.

"Close but not really," he clarified with a grin. "I'm Michelangelo, dude. His brother!"

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas blinks back at... Raphael's brother.

"Michelangelo," he repeats, and notices that there's definitely a slight difference. Red probably wouldn't suit Michelangelo, for example.

"This place has never been normal, even for a second, has it?" he asks, and shakes his head. "I'm Roxas. Raph's my roommate. And you two... well, there's a startling similarity."

Especially from behind.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"It's the shell, man," Michelangelo decided with a knowledgeable nod. "Everyone confuses the shells."
He offered Roxas a grin and shrugged his shoulders. "You live with my bro now, huh? How's that working for you, dude?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé looked up with a bright smile. "Michelangelo! Good afternoon!"

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dudette!" Mikey waved a warm hello. "How're ya doing, Nami?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I'm well, thank you." She smiled. "And how are you? Are you settling in all right? I don't believe I have your room number, incidentally."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Sokka said cheerfully, waving. He couldn't remember which of the turtle brothers he had actually met, but was 95% sure this wasn't Raphael, which was a good thing.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, dude! I'm still not an animal," Mikey said, cheerfully waving back. "Did you find the Animal dude that you were looking for, ponytail dude? I found the bridge, only it wasn't a bridge, it was a dude named Bridge."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"OH, yeah! HI! I remember you now!" Sokka hadn't meant to say that out loud. He blamed it on young Sean Connery's awesome watch.

"Yeah, it was a dude -- a person -- a hairy red thing -- whose name is Animal!" Sokka leaned closer to Mikey and whispered, "I think he's a bit... 'slow'."