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Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

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Okay, there was colder than Mississippi, and there was colder than Hell. Emmett woke up, shivered his way into some clothes and a blanket, then out of a roomieless room down a hallway that was just as frozen.

"Is it freezing in h--" Since sticking his head in the common room door answered that question, Emmett settled for making a beeline to the fireplace. "Oh, praise the Lord and pass the marshmallows."

"I think you're going to have to move your ass to the kitchen for that," Jacob was staying on his couch, dammit. He'd already gotten pastries and burned his fingers on the hot chocolate.

"Does the kitchen have a fireplace in it?" A boy could hope.

"Nope, it's pretty dark in there too," Jacob said, being very helpful.

"I think my ass likes being warm better than it likes marshmallows, then." Marginally. Marginally.

"Good thing there's something else to eat here then," Jacob pointed out, chuckling.

"So there is." Emmett was willing to shift his ass enough to grab himself a pastry. Actually, he was willing to shift it enough to grab a plate and a fork, too, before high-tailing it back to the fire. "Yours?" he asked, waving back towards the bag of food with said fork, once he'd plopped down next to the fireplace.

"Sort of," Jacob said. "I went to grab something to eat and the baker decided he wanted to make sure we'd all have enough food up here." Or something close to it.

"Well, isn't this place just brimming with chivalry." Emmett dug into his pastry, considering and discarding the idea of trying to toast it a bit over the fire via his fork. "And here I haven't even been polite enough to introduce myself. I'm Emmett."

"Jacob," Jacob replied. "You're doing better than Bod. He's refusing to entertain us as thanks."

Emmett shot the other boy a glance, then directed his attention back to the glanceworthier of the two. "What kind of entertainment did you have in mind?"

"Anything, really," Jacob was easy like that. "Apparently dancing's a big no for him."

Sigh. Straight boys. Although... "There's no music," Emmett pointed out. "Maybe you just didn't provide the right ambiance!"

"I don't think me singing is going to help," Jacob laughed.

"Maaaaybe," Emmett allowed. "But then we'd be entertained anyway."

"For the next couple of weeks, probably," Jacob agreed. "So I think I'm going to pass. I'm sure there's someone better around. How about just beating a rhythm? I can manage that much."

"I dunno if it'll get him to dance, but I might." Emmett had absolutely zero problem with singing... er, dancing, for his supper. Er, breakfast. Also, nothing much approaching shame.

Jacob laughed, possibly not believing Emmett was serious. "Got any requests?"

"The Supremes? Gloria Gaynor? Billy Ray Cyrus?" What? What country line-dancers lacked in rhythm they made up for in tight jeans.

Those were some interesting choices, for sure. "Yeah, I think we're going to have to wait until the power's back."

Emmett splayed his free hand over his heart. "The tragedies brought upon the world by lack of electricity..."

5th floor common room - Morning

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