Fifth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning - 02/02/08

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki had been a little lonely in an empty dorm room, so he'd made his way down to the common room to see if anyone was around. Reno was off at Merc Con, so he'd had nobody at all to talk to.

He sat on the couch, munching on a bowl of sugary cereal and jotting down notes for what would be his very first Host Club meeting on Sunday. He even had a few doodles of possible costume themes in the notebook, although they looked like Kindergarten crayon scribbles.

[OOC: Open because that's what common rooms are. Reno's absence modded with permission!]

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[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was doing what Valentines do.

Valentine was wandering aimlessly.

His aimless wanderings led him all the way up to the fifth floor common room, which was quite the trek up the stairs, really.

This called for an invasion of whatever foodstuff seemed most convenient. Aha! That boy over there had cereal-things! He'd just sneak a little closer. Yes. Yes indeed. And investigate the cereal. It looked good. Perhaps he would have to procure a bowlful for himself.

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There was a strange masked man appraising his cereal. Tamaki had never seen this man on the fifth floor before. In fact, he had never seen this man at all. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so fascinating about his half-eaten bowl of Fortunate Trinkets.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was indeed a slippery individual. Really. He was.

But even people were were slippery like slippy things had to just ask, sooner or later.

"Might I ask," he ventured, "where I might get some of that?"

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Tamaki blinked, then smiled. "It's commoner cereal," he said brightly, totally misunderstanding the question for a minute before catching himself.

"Uh," he added hastily, "I bought it! It's in the cupboard if you want some, ahaha..." He had, indeed, handwavily been to the store to figure out what commoner foods he'd wanted to try next, and Fortunate Trinkets had such a colorful and happy box that he'd had no choice but to purchase the cereal. Hey, it wasn't half bad, either.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine stared for a moment.

"Commoner cereal?" He wasn't certain if he was supposed to be as exciting as this boy was, or insulted, really. But the offer had been presented. And there was free food to be had, so over to the cupboards Valentine ventured, returning shortly afterward with a bowlful for himself. "What makes it so common, dare I ask?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved at Valentine. "Morning!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Good morning, Sokka!" Valentine waved a pleasant sort of hello. "And how are you, today?"

See, he could be pleasant. Wasn't that remarkable?

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." That question shouldn't be that hard to answer. It was probably because Sokka was out of bed before noon. "Hungry," he eventually said. "And... not dressed like a chicken."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Perhaps we'll avoid dressing you as a chicken for future filming sessions," Valentine said, grimacing a little. "Food, of course, is always more pleasant, anyhow."

Perhaps they ought to dress Sokka as a turnip, instead.

[withoutverona]

Romeo raised an eyebrow at Valentine. It was less the mask that intrigued him than the fact he was wearing it in a common room, on Saturday morning.

"Have you not been to bed this night?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Not to bed?" Valentine quirked his head curiously at the boy. "Of course I have. It's time for breakfast and all."

He had been in Fandom long enough that he was used to most students taking his face for granted. He'd hardly been subjected to the newbies yet, so this was a topic he was ill-prepared for. Oh my.

[withoutverona]

"The mask...," Romeo indicated, realizing as he spoke that it didn't look exactly like the masks he was used to, really. "I apologize for misspeaking."

[OOC: RL occuring, will be on and off for a bit.]

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine's lips quirked into a bit of a grin. Ah yes.

"My face, you mean? Don't waste your breath with apologies. I can't stand them."

[OOC: RL happens. Here for slowplay for great justice. <3]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stumbled into the common room with Momo Jr. in-hand, grabbed a nutritious breakfast of questionably-edible cold pizza and Skittles, and plopped down in front of the television. "Crazy stalker boy," he said with a grin, waving at Tamaki. "Fandom hasn't scared you off yet?"

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Tamaki took a moment to chew and swallow his current mouthful of cereal before responding, since gentlemen never talked with their mouths full. Oh, no, they did not!

"No?" He replied, somewhat bewildered by the 'crazy stalker boy' comment. Tamaki's mind was very much like a sieve with exceptionally large holes, and he no longer remembered how he'd stalked Reno across campus on his second day in Fandom. He couldn't help it, really, he was just... Tamaki.

Still, after the original befuddled reaction had worked its way through his system, he recovered and smiled at Sokka. "Good morning, fellow student!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"We never did have the nachos and hot dogs with Ferris," Sokka replied, through a mouthful of pizza. "You still owe me."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki's mind was most definitely sieve-like, however, he did have some selective memories that stuck. It was not likely that even he knew how his inner mind functions operated.

He raised his right index finger, wagging it from side to side. "No, we haven't yet," he replied, smiling deviously at Sokka, "However, we did participate in a most delightful dessert topping slip and slide (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1294767.html) with Ferris. Surely that counts as something."

He made a mental note that he should probably give Ferris a call one of these days. He wanted to hang out with his cheerful buddy again!

[withoutverona]

Romeo waved at Sokka, mouth full of orange.

He swallowed. "I saw you in gun club, did I not?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved back. "Yep! Hello, fellow Girl!" He grinned. "I'm Sokka."

[withoutverona]

"Romeo," Romeo said, trying to decide whetehr he should be offended by the "girl" comment.

That was what the club was called, but still.

He decided not to, mostly. "And did I turn into a girl during the night? I missed it, if I did."

[withoutverona]

Fortifying himself for the battle of laundry he would need to fight soon, Romeo went into the common room and began searching the fridge for food. He emerged with an orange and a hunk of cheese.

"G'day," he greeted everyone in general, before beginning to peel the orange in a long spiral.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Upon seeing a fellow fair-haired man enter the room, Tamaki smiled and offered a wave. He'd never seen the orange-peeling youth before, but he was always open to new people. "Good morning," he greeted, offering a cheerful smile.

[withoutverona]

"Good morrow to you as well," Romeo said with a smile. "I am Romeo, and I think we have not met before."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki's smile broadened into a grin. "No, I don't think we've met." He rose from the couch, carefully setting his bowl of cereal aside before striding over and offering Romeo a handshake. "My name is Tamaki Suou. Lovely to meet you."

He politely bobbed his head as an afterthought to the introduction.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

There was food. Therefore, there was a Jack, who was getting into the food.

This was being sociable. Really.