Fifth floor common room, Thursday morning

[stuckeyboy]

Warren is strangely up much earlier than usual, this morning. Considering that he doesn't have any workshops, one would expect him to be sleeping in until at least mid-afternoon, but . . . this is not destined to be.

Instead, he's making scrambled eggs. Or at least attempting to. This apparently involves a lot of talking to the eggs, pleading with them and threatening them so that they'll crack and not leave lots of eggshell in his frying pan.

Here's hoping he doesn't burn anything. . . .

[ooc: OMG, Warren's actually POSTING. . . . Open!]

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[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John came into the common room, looking for food. He noticed the guy talking to eggs and, having had many conversations with turnips earlier this week, thought he'd say hi.
"Good morning, whatcha up to there?"

[stuckeyboy]

Warren looked up and waved his spatula. "I'm trying to scramble eggs. . . . Egg shells are good for you, right?"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"If crunchy is a food group, then yes," John replied, concerned for the boy's meal.

[stuckeyboy]

Warren waved his spatula thoughtfully up and down, then looked back in the frying pan.

And let out a little eep. His eggs were burning. "Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit . . . stupid, thinking I could cook things. . . . 'Ohhhh, eggs are easy,' Mom said, 'you just crack them in a pan and stir!'. . . ."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John grimaced, "Yeah...I don't think that you're gonna be eating eggs for breakfast."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly wandered in and plopped down on the couch to watch TV. She waved to Warren. "Hey, Warren. How's it going?"

[stuckeyboy]

Warren looked over and smiled. "Not bad, not bad, things are cool . . . you?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Things are going good! I love summer sessions." Molly sniffed and made a small ick face. "What are you making?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Um . . ." Warren looked at his pan. "Eggs?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Did you put something in them?" she asked warily.

[the_merriest]

Molly was about to be subjected to the Wonder Twins, aka Malibu Stacy and Malibu Stacy-er, who were buzzing incessantly and chanting "CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM!" a lot.

Loudly.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly turned around, a bit wide eyed at the ruckus.

[lovesrenoir.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately Animal really doesn't know the lyrics.

"MY NAME IS CUBAN PETE! CUBAN PETE!
THE WHOLE WORLD CAN SMELL MY FEET!
WHEN THEY DO THEY ALL GO...
CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM! BOOM! BOOM"

Then there was much buzzing of Buzzers.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Molly was flat out staring now.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie wandered in with a book, and then stopped when she smelled food. "Oooo. Very nice, Warren!"

So far, this roommate thing *seems* to be working out...

[stuckeyboy]

Warren shot Evie a shy smile. "Thanks. It's . . . um, cajun eggs."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Cajun?" Evie looked intrigued. "I don't think I've ever had those." She looked hopeful. "Is there enough to share? I can make toast."

[stuckeyboy]

Should he tell her . . . nah. "Sure. Making Cajun anything is pretty easy . . . you just, you know . . . carbonize the outside. . . ."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh," Evie frowned at the eggs, and said, "Do the spices help make it look burnt?"

[lovesrenoir.livejournal.com]

Coming from Rikku's room (http://the-merriest.livejournal.com/16915.html) Animal bursts into the room wearing what appears to be an orange Malibu Stacy outfit and a fruit headdress.

"CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM

Rikku is not far behind him, no doubt looking very amused.

[the_merriest]

Rikku is buzzing madly. "CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM! CHICK-CHICKY-BOOM!"

Look, the rest of the song is great, but the chicky booms give it that added zing, okay?

[stuckeyboy]

Warren? Stared. "Um, hi?"

[the_merriest]

"Welcome! We are sing for you!" said Rikku, shimmying. "We know a little song named CU-BAN-PETE!"

Then she buzzed. A lot.

[stuckeyboy]

Warren? Still staring.

Though, admittedly, if it weren't for the fact that the fuzzy guy was . . . well, fuzzy, this could almost be something that happened back home.

"Okay, dinner theater, I can get behind that,"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie just kind of ... boggled. And checked to see if there was somewhere to hide.