Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley wasn't really throwing a 'party', per se. If it was a party, it'd be a 'let's stay inside and away from the creepy monsters' party. But really, it was just Hurley making waffles in the fifth floor common room, with the TV showing some roller derby movie.

He'd happily give waffles to anyone. Waffles were best shared, after all. And on a week like this... everybody deserved something nice. Waffles were what Hurley had to give, that night.

[ooc: Open!]

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[intraspective]

"I hate everything," Ino informed him, slinking from her room into the common room and over to a couch. "Everything ever."

This was an exaggeration.

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"Do you hate waffles?" Hurley said. "Because I'm not offering you any if you hate those."

He'd actually ask about what was bothering her in a moment. He figured she needed some time to vent before then.

[intraspective]

"Is there caramel in them?"

... who put caramel in waffles, Ino?

"If not, I guess I don't hate them."

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"No caramel, I promise," Hurley said. "Just batter. Well, I could put chocolate chips in if you like. Erm, assuming you want some. Cause I can make some more."

He hoped waffles might help her.

[intraspective]

Ino perked up slightly.

"Chocolate chips?" she asked wheedlingly.

Bad moods were one thing, but chocolate? Totally another.

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"Chocolate chips," Hurley said, grabbing a bag and dumping some into the bowl he'd been mixing the batter in.

"So you been outside at all?"

Just some safe prodding, to start.

[intraspective]

"Oh yes," she scathed, "I'd just love to go outside into fog that makes people see things that aren't real. Do I look like an idiot?"

Ino, stop taking your bad mood out on him.

"Masks can slip and in a fight they're just another weakness for an enemy to exploit."

Translation: Ino hadn't set foot outside the dorms since Tuesday's classes. Ino was pissy with cabin fever.

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"Nope, definitely don't look like an idiot," Hurley said, mixing up the batter. His expression was one of 'trying not to take that personally'.

"I've been staying inside too. Hung out with Hoshi last night. But mainly just sort of... staying inside. Glad you did the smart thing."

[intraspective]

"Do not patronize me."

She sunk lower into the couch and glowered.

"... sorry."

It was a grudging apology, but...

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

Elle was still weirded out by her monkey-pony-thing encounter earlier in the week, so she'd actually managed to not set foot outdoors for more than a couple minutes since then. Go her!

Now, though, she was starving and kind of hoping that satisfying that wasn't going to involve leaving the building. Clearly she'd forgotten the common room rule -- no matter what time, at least one common room always had someone with food.

"Ooh, waffles!"

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"There are no waffles," Hurley joked. "You must've been out in the fog too long."

Dick move, Hurley.

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

And that? Would be Elle's face falling faster than a souffle.

"Now I'm hallucinating food, too?"

She whimpered.

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And Hurley's fell just as fast. "Oh, dude, I'm just joking. There are waffles. You totally get as many waffles as you want."

[tasenburn.livejournal.com]

"You're mean."

But since she wasn't yelling it at him or pouting while saying it? Totally not serious about that.

"And thank you for the waffle-making."

What? She had social skills! Sometimes.

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"Yeah, it was kind of mean," Hurley admitted. "Sorry. But you want anything special with your waffle? I can do whipped cream on top or something."

Whipped cream was totally the apology maker.

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"Ooh, whipped cream!"

She was so easy to please sometimes.

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"Man, if only more girls said that to me," Hurley said with a chuckle, grabbing one of the freshly made waffles and putting it on a plate. "So you've actually been outside today? Pretty brave."

Or crazy. One of the two.

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

After the afternoon she'd had, K-Mart needed the company of people and not dinosaurs, poo-slinging monkey-ponies, or mad scientists.

Therefore, she was prowling the common rooms. Because while you got the occasional argument in which the students resembled poo-flinging monkeys, she was totally and completely safe.

"Dude!" she called with a weary look on her face.

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"Dude?" Hurley said, turning to her. He'd just closed the waffle iron on a fresh waffle. "...you don't look so good, K-Mart. What's up?"

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"Fucking crazy scientist dude's holed up in a friggin' warehouse in town." She flopped down onto a couch. "I mean, seriously. What the hell?"

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"That sounds like a bad episode of Expose," Hurley said, stepping over to be able to talk to her better. "But I'm guessing it's like... evil dude behind the fog or something?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Since there were a bunch of dinosaurs and monkey pony things in the warehouse with him, I'd have to go with yes."

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"...Monkey pony things," Hurley repeated. He'd not been paying enough attention to the news reports. "Man, I swear, that's a new... something for this place."

He shook his head. "You want a waffle? Or whipped cream straight from the can?"

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She held out a hand. "Can."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley went and grabbed the can, bringing it back over and handing it to her. "Good plan. Why dress up the sugar rush, right?"

"Glad you're safe, though. Plus sounds like you found out something super important."