Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

In the morning, the phones didn't seem to be completely haywire anymore, which was good. Or the people -- he'd never actually figured out whether it was the phones or the people going crazy, but he was going to guess the phones.

He went to the common room and made some tea, filling up the entire pot in case anyone else came because he was considerate like that. Not considerate enough to make coffee too, though. That would require a whole different level of consideration.

He settled down on the couch with his tea, idly flipping through channels on the TV. He'd never actually managed to catch something good this early in the morning, but maybe he'd be surprised.

[[open for your common room needs! and any "wtf was that voicemail about" inquiries are more than welcome!]]

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[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

Percy wandered in, still looking slightly sleep rumpled but mostly awake. When he spotted Wesley, he lifted an eyebrow and smirked at him on the way to the refrigerator.

"I'd heard you were back," he said by way of greeting. "Couldn't stay away."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley looked up from his tea, turning around so he was facing Percy. "Oh. Hello," he said pleasantly. "Yes, I quite missed it here. How have you been?"

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Eh. Can't complain, I guess," he said, retrieving a bottle of orange juice and coming back over to flop down in an empty seat. "Yesterday was weird but I've come to expect that from this place."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wes laughed. "Yes, it's, ah, it was quite a nice welcome back. It's not quite Fandom unless something strange is going on."

He could say that again.

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

Zatanna liked coffee as much as the next girl, but she had learned to appreciate more...delicate beverages such as tea. So on her way down the smell of the infusion drew her into the common room. "Hmmm, tea. And hey you", said as she gave Wes a little wave.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Hello," he said pleasantly. Wow, he got a wave? "There's tea prepared, if you'd like some."

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

Why yes! Waves were awesome and stuff.

"Yes please", said with a smile as she helped herself. "It smells really good", added as she gave it a moment to cool down a bit.

[wwiii]

Warren was in that antsy mental space that he sometimes went into on days where it was both too cold to just go for a casual flight, and too fundamentally Saturday to pick up a book and study. And so, because there were certainly worst things to do on a Saturday morning, he'd set off on a mission to find other human life.

"Civilization," he greeted, peering into the common room. "Does civilization come with half-decent television programming today?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"So it does," Wesley said, leaning over to see who it was. Maybe a little less than half-decent, more like one-third decent or something like that, but there was television and that seemed to be the focus of the question. "And tea as well, if you'd like any."

[wwiii]

"I've already had my tea for the day," Warren replied, smiling a little lopsidedly, "but I might put a pot of coffee on, if it's all the same. It's before noon and I haven't had anything vaguely resembling an Americano just yet, so I think even the charms of Saturday morning TV might be lost to me, at this point."

You know, the one-third decent stuff that was cluttering up the air nowadays.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Hey, morning," Percy greeted, giving Warren a wave. "How's it going?"

[wwiii]

Warren smiled and offered Percy a wave right back.

"No complaints just yet," he decided. "But then, the day is still young, right? So long as the coffee pot isn't broken or something, I think it won't be a bad one, though. How are you?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Always an early riser to a fault, Alexander had already had a productive day behind him, most of it engaged in physical activity and training, and so he was quite ready for breakfast by the time he'd made it into the common room.

He was quick to notice the pot, though. "Ah! Is that some tea?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"It is," Wesley said proudly. Yes, he was so talented with his tea-making abilities. Obviously, this one was going places.

"You're welcome to have some, if you'd like. And good morning."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Good morning," Alexander replied with a smile, pouring himself a cup. "And thank you. How have you been, Wesley?"

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

"Tea!"

Yes, good morning Alexander. "We should have Wes make tea every morning."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander grinned at Zatanna a little. "It hardly seems very fair," he mused, "to have him make it every morning. Perhaps it is something we could all take turns on, so that he himself does not have the obligation foisted directly on his shoulders."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Bruce said to the room when he walked in after a morning run. He had been going straight toward his room, but the smell of tea lured him in.

"Wesley, I saw you were back in town but didn't get a chance to welcome you back. Welcome back."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Wesley said pleasantly, turning around to face him. Ah, all these welcome-backs. So enjoyable. "How have you been?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No major complaints. Fandom does weird stuff, Fandom does fun stuff, I've survived it all," Bruce said. "You know the drill."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Bruce!" Rilla said, smiling at him over her cup of tea.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Rilla," Bruce said. "Just to check, did you intend to invite me out for an afternoon yesterday?"

Yes, he was leading off with that, just in case.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Do I smell tea--oh, hello, Wesley!" Rilla trilled, blushing slightly.

Someone thought they had a date set up, yes.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Ah... Right. Well, Wesley had no idea about this whole date thing, because he still hadn't made the connection that his calls had gone to the wrong places too.

"Oh, hello," Wesley said pleasantly, but certainly not in the shy, awkward voice he'd had on the phone. "Yes, there's tea prepared if you'd like some."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Please," Rilla said, cheeks flushing slightly. "It's so very good to see you again!"