http://ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-04-11 11:49 am

Second Floor Common Room; Friday Morning.

There was only one drawback of a visit home for Adah. She was a quiet, solitary soul, and so the apartment was always quiet, but the one thing it wasn't was solitary. Most of the time spent between herself and her mother seemed to exist with each of them going about their business, but with the sharp awareness that the other was at least there. True, now that she was back, she still had Pride to keep her company, but, that morning, as she tried to settle in and read, she felt herself feeling restless over the fact that the only other presence in the room was a tiny ball of fluff.

She didn't even know if anyone would bother to be up and around right now, but at least relocating to the common room would give her a chance to move around a little, and it would give Pride more space to sniff around without her constant fear that he'd take on his mother's habit of chewing on books. There was also a coffee pot in the common room, and coffee, she figured, would be just as nice of a substitute for a presence as a presence itself.

Better, even, because it was tasty. She leaned her back on the counter a little, waiting for the gurgling of the brewing coffee, watching Pride as he sniffed suspiciously at the darkness underneath the couch.


[[ open of course. yaaay coffee ]]

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny shuffled in down the hall from his room. Barefoot, clad in basketball shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt, hair mussed, searching for coffee.

Too bad he wasn't entirely focused yet to take into account anyone else around. He went automatically towards an upper cabinet to grab a mug.

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A helper. Johnny glanced over then, blue eyes still blurry but he was working on that with a slight rub while he slid his cup towards Adah and the pot of coffee she was holding, ready to pour.

"Thanks," he managed, his voice deeply husky. First word uttered this morning.

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah," he shook his head, knowing what she was suggesting. "Black is the way I do it," he offered, voice still tinged with a night-long sleep. He turned his back towards the counter, leaned, and sipped slowly, allowing the warmth to cascade down his throat and begin to affect him. "Mmm, good, Adah."

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny couldn't. Wasn't good in a kitchen. With anything. Unless it was Jiffy popcorn. That he could do with just his hand.

He closed his eyes, rolled his head around and felt the bones in his neck crack as he let out a deep sigh. He drank in silence, the moment comfortable as there was no one else about yet. Johnny could appreciate that. Silence wasn't come by easily around here and tonight there was that big event. He'd be there of course, show his support...

"You been doing all right?" he asked low, glancing over at her after another sip of coffee.

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Easy conversation, nothing else, no peering into any dark secrets that she might be hiding. No. Just an easy question to more or less fill a moment of silent time.

"Good. Good," he nodded at her nod, shifting his body lightly from one foot to the next, the t-shirt stretching across taut muscles as he brought his mug to his lips again.

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Turtle had not been at the Gun Thing.

...The Gun Thing had also not ended particularly well for Jeff, which was why he was now attempting to make up for it by looking for her in a location that wasn't... full of guns.

Or Mister Deadpool.

Of course, upon entering the second floor - and its common room, he found an unknown girl and a pot of coffee waiting up ahead.

Predictably, he froze. Like a deer in headlights. "I'm not allowed," he blurted, "I like the ceiling." Pause. "Platonically! I'm not some sort of... ceiling... fancier."

It was going to be one of those days.

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! No," Jeff replied, nervously. He'd stuffed his hands into his pockets without knowing it, and was now sort of wobbling in place with a too-big grin on his face that was a little too awkward to be one of happiness. "I'm not allowed," he repeated, "I'm just-- here-- to--"

Don't tell any stupid lies, just tell her the truth!

"Find my--"

That's it, Jeffrey!

"--Ceiling."

...Oh, Jeffrey.

"It's very nice," he added, helplessly, "And at least a dog didn't fall through it like Karal's."

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not-- it's not like that. Things might, you know... fall. And there's gravity to account for, it doesn't really let up for anyone, does it? Especially not my dog, she's a bit... excitable."

Jeff's expression was so thoroughly wide-eyed it was quite possible he wasn't actually seeing much at all. He did, however, begin his valiant scrambling: "I mean, it's not the ceiling, it's my girlfriend."

Maybe not the best choice of words.

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The girl wasn't actually saying much.

This fact registered, ever-so-slowly, on Jeff's mind.

It was taking some time to seep in.

"...Not that the ceiling is my girlfriend, I mean, it's a bit flat, isn't it? Er..." His expression had taken on quite comical levels of panic, and he'd be edging back towards the wall had he found the ability to do so. "...Are you a mute? 'Cos, I mean, I'm certain my dog won't fall through this ceiling, she's three floors up, that's a bit of a descent..."

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"My girlfriend's not flat," Jeff said, defensively, and completely and utterly misunderstanding any sort of point that may or may not have been raised.

He was a little bit busy being (and sounding) absolutely terrified, "But she's not very fond of the dog."

He paused, again.

"...She eats things."

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[identity profile] robinthefrog.livejournal.com 2008-04-11 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Robin was up early for no particular reason, and wandered down to the second floor common room.

"Good morning." he waved cheerily.

[identity profile] robinthefrog.livejournal.com 2008-04-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Robin got the message and toned down the cheerfulness. Not everyone was a morning person after all. "You're in my math class right? I'm Robin."

[identity profile] robinthefrog.livejournal.com 2008-04-12 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure thanks." Robin nodded. He didn't drink hot coffee a lot, which rather helped keep the novelty of it up.