Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris woke up and decided he was hungry. Not wanting to wake Lana, he headed down the hall to the common room and poked around until he found everything he needed to make pancakes.

Knowing that food drew people about of the woodwork around here, he set about making a lot.



[Open, as common rooms are. Chris is *not* suddenly 20 years older, but he'll happily WTF at anyone who is :)]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana made her way into the common room once she'd woken up enough. "Hey," she said. "Morning."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes?" Chris asked.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Any chance of chocolate chips in them?" she asked hopefully.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"I think I can manage that," Chris said, finding a bag of chocolate chips and sprinkling some in the pan. "How are you feeling today?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Really good, actually," she said as if it surprised her a little. "And you?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Great," he replied, flipping the pancake. "I didn't want to wake you though, so I came down here to cook."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Bill did a double take. Did Lana have a daughter? "Lang?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana looked at him curiously, not used to being referred to by her last name except by her Smallville High gym teacher. "Yes?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Are you..." he almost asked if she was Lana's daughter, but then he remembered what Chris had said. "Wait, Lana?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Yes?" she said. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Yeah, twenty years in the future Dick was still not cooking for himself.

"Hey, guy." Dick said, shutting his cell phone closed when he walked into the room. "What are you making and are they for sharing?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris looked up and stared. "Um, pancakes. And... I guess. Who are you?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"I'm Dick." He tilted his head. This kid looked vaguely familiar. "...Chris?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"... yeah," Chris said, staring some more. The only Dick he knew was... "Dick Casablancas?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Duh, of course it's me." he said. "What happened to you? Have you been getting Botox?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Still looking for people, Bill came into the common room. Actually he was also searching for his son, who had vowed to hide until all the alumni had left. His freshman year was freaky enough without having to deal with his dad being all nostalgic.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris wasn't entirely surprised to see another adult walk into the common room. "Hey," he said, wondering if this was gonna turn out to be someone that knew him too. "Pancakes?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Sure thanks." There was something very familiar about this kid. Maybe he was the son of someone he'd known. "What's your name?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Chris Halliwell," he replied, pouring more batter into the pan. "You?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I know that name." Billy frowned. It'd been a while. "William Kessler. Fandom Class of '08."

[absolutesnark]

"Hey roomie," Summer greeted when she wandered into the common room.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Chris grinned. "Pancakes?"

[absolutesnark]

Summer just gave him a Look.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"What?" he asked, looking at her carefully. "Don't tell me you're suddenly 20 years older."

[absolutesnark]

"You asked me if I wanted...wait, what? 20 years older, huh?" Summer blinked.