Fourth Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal had slept in for three reasons: the first was simply that it was a Saturday, the second was because yesterday had been a very long day, and the third was because he had trouble sleeping anyway. It was being in a new place, with a lot of new people, in an entirely new situation. He was used to it, of course, so he was used to losing sleep over it at first.

Besides, it was nothing a little coffee couldn't fix. He rubbed the back of his neck as he drifted down the hall and into the room with the couches and the TV and the kitchenette and started rummaging around for what he needed.

While...trying not to step on the tortoises.

Wait...

Cal frowned at the little golden tortoises swarming at his feet right now.

Hopefully that was something a little coffee could fix, too.

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You know," Jeff said, levelly, "I think there's something a bit odd going on." He shifted his head a little sideways so the tortoise wouldn't fall off, quietly jostled the one on his shoulder, and shot Cal a questioning look across the third one, which against all odds of probability or gravity had managed to affix itself to his shirt. "Do you think they're Greek?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal quirked an eyebrow at the other guy. "What?" he asked. "The turtles?"

Which he had been hoping was just his sleepiness, but perhaps not. Or the other guy would just look at him funny, ask him what turtles? and then Cal could just go along his merry business and pretend to be crazy like Ned.

But then there was everything Ino had said about wee, tiny, and invading, so Cal just did not know. Time would tell. He was sure that once he got himself some coffee, everything would be illuminated.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved at Jeff. "They go wonderfully with your outfit," he said. "The turtle-things, I mean."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber shuffled in after having slept in this morning. It was Saturday thus by an unwritten law, it was totally deserving. Everyone should know that.

The tortoises were a little unnerving, given that they seemed to have followed her from her room, down the hall, and... "Oh my gosh, there are more of them."

Fandom was crazy. She needed coffee. Oh, new guy. "Hey," Amber said to the apparent new person.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I was kind of hoping they were all in my head," Cal admitted with another rueful look down. They were trying to climb his pantleg by now. He lifted his head again to greet the girl with a lift of his chin. "And hey. Coffee?"

He himself already had his mug, and was just leaning back against the counter, sipping and watching the little tortoises.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved at Amber. "Happy newbie day!"

The turtle licking at the crumbs on his shoe turned to her and added, "You must be like the wolf pack, not like the six pack."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was still a bit unsettled by her weird dream, whatever it was, and her food replicator was only dishing up weak tea. This required a visit to the common room for something stronger.

"Oh good," she said. "Someone started brewing the coffee."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal gave the girl a small smile. "Hopefully," he said, "I'll brew enough. I don't know if it's just the first day backlash, but I'm going to go through a lot of coffee," and cigarettes, "around here..."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Bah, coffee sucks," Sokka told her. "Go for tea."

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Intent on writing a very sternly worded email to one Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen made her way down to the common room with her laptop tucked under her arm.

She frowned. "Any idea who all the wee tortoises belong to?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal hadn't even thought that they could have actually belonged to someone, so his head tilted thoughtfully at the suggestion.

"Not a clue," he admitted. "One must also beg the question of, if they do belong to someone? What the hell does anyone need so many tortoises for?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Nah, they don't belong to anyone," Sokka told her. "They're just a Fandom thing."

One of the tortoises following him swallowed a crumb and spouted, "Learn to hide your strikes from your opponent and you'll more easily strike his hide."

Sokka looked down and shrugged. "See? Fandom."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac had made the most of her weekend without Library duty by having a lie in too. She'd thrown on some sweatpants and a t-shirt by this point, and made her way to fill up her coffee quotient for the day.

She seemed fairly nonplussed by the tortoise presence. Cute, but she would only acknowledge that once she'd had caffeine.

"Hey," she greeted, raising a hand in greeting as she moved across the room.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Cal lifted his chin in greeting, almost thinking he perhaps should have gotten up earlier because this place seemed to get kind of busy in the afternoon. He was, of course, practically sitting on top of the coffee machine, almost clinging to it, so he lifted the pot and asked, "Coffee?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka waved at her. "Hi! Welcome to Fandom!"

Yes, she'd been here longer than he had. Shut up.

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had actually slept in for once, surprise surprise! It was nice, he reasoned he'd have to do that more often. You know, when he could.

Making his way into the common room, he noticed the tortoises. They were tiny and kind of cute. Adam just chalked it up to Fandom weirdness.

"Morning," Adam offered up in greeting. He was in search of some tea.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Cal greeted the other guy back with a lift of his chin. "Coffee? Or are you looking for something else?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Snowmonster!" Sokka greeted him.

One of the turtles around his feet added, "You must lash out with every limb, like the octopus who plays the drums."

[intraspective]

"What did I tell you!" Ino crowed triumphantly when she saw Cal in the common room. "Wee and tiny and invading!"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal wondered if she'd show up and rub that in.

"Yup," he commented as he sipped his coffee. "You sure told me. If I had any cookies, I'd give you one. All I got's coffee, though."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"AND very annoying, especially when they talk," Sokka added.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco walked into the common room in a strange, zig-zag pattern, scowling at the ceiling every once in a while for no apparent reason. Then he saw the tortoises. "Buh?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"My thoughts exactly."

And then Cal held up the coffeepot. "Coffee?" he offered.

If there were little clingy tortoises to deal with, he was going to make it seem as normal as he possibly could.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka grinned and waved at Marco. "Snowmonster! So, I hear you've been having vending machine problems again?"

The tortoise climbing on his foot added, "When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you will head off your foes with a balanced attack."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka walked in, munching on a bag of Doritos. He wasn't really aware that he was leaving a trail of crumbs, but it was pretty obvious he was being followed by talking turtle-things.

"The wise man knows that he is weakest when he thinks himself strong."

"Shut up! And leave me alone!"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal stared a little bit.

"They talk?"