Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning

[fiery-demigod.livejournal.com]

Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.

He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.

[The common room is open, yes]

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[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Of course it makes me cheerful," she lied, putting on a happy face. "I'm just sad for all the people who aren't so lucky. And don't tell anyone I cared for a half second, okay? It'll totally kill the whole bitch vibe I've worked hard to create this week."

[fiery-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Secret's safe with me," Leo said as he handed her a plate full of omelet. "I get wanting to build up a good rep. Or a bitchy one."