Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[vanillajello]

Really, it probably should have been a shock to wake up in a room you hadn't even seen for nearly twenty years. And yes, it had been a little disorienting at first, but please. Not only was Kate Desrosiers a Fandom High alumna, she had also taught at the school herself, and had visited pretty frequently over the years since. There were few strange occurrences that could shock her anymore.

So really, all this randomly-getting-transported-overnight stuff really meant at this point was that she was saving money on gas for her car.

Having rolled out of bed and boggled at her old room for a moment, Kate did what came naturally. And that was wandering on down to the common room, getting the coffee machine going, and getting started on a batch of muffins. If memory served her right, the smell would be enough to lure people in. She was kind of curious as to who all she'd see.

And if there was anyone in particular she was hoping to run into... Well, you would not be the first to know.

[ooc: You can't possibly think this could be anything other than open.]

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[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Chalk up someone else who hadn't been thrown very much by winding up in his dorm room, though in Dolf's case, it was years of time-travel experience.

It could get a bit inconvenient; you never knew when someone was going to park an ox cart somewhere.

So he'd simply padded out of his room and started looking for a common room to feed him, and look, there he was. "Koffie?" he asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

[vanillajello]

Kate looked up from where she was peering into the oven, at the unfamiliar voice. She was glad it was someone her own age, if not anyone she immediately recognized. Not that she would have minded a teenager showing up. She was betting their reactions to her thirtysomething presence in the common room would be all kinds of hilarious.

"If that's a highly accented way of saying coffee, then yes," she said, straigthening up and nodding towards the coffee machine. "Help yourself."

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Dolf squinted once; his uncaffeinated brain had yet to parse the fact that people would be speaking English here, not Dutch.

In lieu of answering her verbally, he shuffled towards the coffee machine and took a cup. Methodically, he made himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, closed his eyes, and let it sink in.

Oh. Right. English.

"Good."

Well, English-by-way-of-caveman.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, this feels awfully familiar," Bobby remarked to the other man. Not that he had any idea who the guy was, but if he'd gone to school in Fandom he was bound to be familiar with the food-filled-common-room phenomenon.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"Like old times," Dolf agreed, now that he was feeling a little more human. "Though I hope that doesn't mean there will be any gremlins showing up to the party."

[longislandiceme]

Add another tick to the tally of "people who weren't terribly weirded out by this occurrence". It wasn't exactly how he'd expected to end up at the reunion, but then, Bobby was used to the unexpected. It came with the territory. And so here he was, wandering down from Sookie's old dorm room to his old common room and who should he see but his ol- former roommate.

"Kate, hey," he greeted, going to pour himself a cup of coffee. Being able to actually drink the stuff hot was... something he hadn't experienced in a while.

[vanillajello]

"Bobby," Kate smirked, actually looking a little pleased to see him. "Muffin, for old times' sake?"

There were plenty.

[longislandiceme]

"Please," Bobby put a hand over his heart and heaved a dramatic sigh. "I know it's been a couple years, but I haven't changed that much." Which was something of an ironic statement given all that had happened in the last couple months, but. "I still never turn down free food."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Time passed, but the smell of fresh baked goods would never not summon Bobby McCallister. He'd been pleased by the idea of a Fandom reunion - had even talked Jack into ditching his committee meetings for a weekend to come too, and he'd been even more amused by the idea of sleeping in their old dorm rooms though there was a vague wondering where the current students had been shuffled off to. Probably one of those amazing trips around the world that only happened at Fandom.

The woman baking looked familiar, but to his disappointment, Bobby couldn't quite put a name to the face yet. "You've started coffee too?" he asked with a smile. "Now I can't even offer to help in exchange for whatever it is that smells so good."

[vanillajello]

Ooh, random hot guy Kate didn't recognize! (That thought... was going to feel awkward a little later.) She smirked.

"Old habits die hard, I guess," she said, shrugging. "It's muffins, I kinda got the urge when I saw this particular kitchen again."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Hey! Bobby was not in favour of anyone being awkward about finding him hot. Actually...that statement wasn't true at all.

"That has to be difficult," he replied, so very much teasing. "Do you often get different urges based on where you are? Or is this purely just a Fandom thing?"

[furnaceface]

It had taken Jono a bit of effort to talk himself to head back to the dorms after waking up with Raven this morning, but, once he'd actually gotten around to pulling on his coat and his boots, he'd made the trip.

He was here for a bloody reunion. It wouldn't do too much harm for him to at least make an effort to be social. With his coat collar buttoned up to just under his nose, and his mind on just getting some bloody coffee into him.

"You have no idea how good that smells, this morning."

Come to think of it, he could have just gone to the Perk for this, too, with a fraction of the socialization. Bugger.

[vanillajello]

"Pfft, yes I do," Kate informed him with a mildly curious look over a muffin. Who was this, then? "It's fresh muffins, those smell awesome on any morning. But on this particular one, they're also nostalgic."

[furnaceface]

"Not much in th'way of muffin nostalgia here, sadly," Jono replied, making his way over in order to investigate those muffins a bit more thoroughly. "Those wouldn't happen to be one of those traditional communal muffin batches that th'common rooms were always so well-known for?"

He could also just ask if maybe he could take one. But that would be too easy.

[longislandiceme]

Well that was a voice he'd not heard in, well...

Come to think of it he'd never actually heard that voice. But it sounded like a certain telepathic 'voice' he hadn't heard...experienced... whatever... since Jono- the one from his world, not the one he'd gone to school with (and hadn't that been a gas to explain, the first time they'd met)- had that whole 'let me infiltrate Weapon X, it's totally a great idea' with Wolverine.

"Jono?" he squinted.

[furnaceface]

And there was a voice that Jono hadn't heard since much the same, but in his own journey through the timeline.

"Drake."

He didn't even turn around. Not just yet. He needed a moment to figure out just how bitter he was about things that were his own idiot fault in the first place.

"It's been a while."

A bit self-consciously, he moved his hand to hike that coat collar of his up just a little more.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter came into the common room, scruffy-faced and looking a little agitated.

Possibly due to a lack of coffee.

"I'm pretty sure I was not drunk enough last night to break into my old dorm room," he said. "So I'm just... putting this out there. Anyone else randomly wake up in their old dorms, too?"

[vanillajello]

"No, we're all of the current freshman class of Fandom High," Kate drawled, sort of cheerfully. There was no age at which she would not be a smartass. "We live here, and have a skin condition that makes us look too old to be here."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's one of my nightmares come true," Peter said, echoing the whole 'smartass' thing, really. "Not that this surprises me any given my latest streak. "At least tell me there's enough coffee to share, because that's about the only thing to soften the blow of that horrible news."

[furnaceface]

"For what it's worth, I didn't," Jono intoned, around a mouthful of muffin. "I woke up in a hotel room, naked and wrapped around somebody I haven't seen in fifteen bloody years."

He kind of envied the people who had woken up in the dorms. He doubted that George would have slapped him across the face, for a start.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter blinked a few times. "Okay, there is no way I can ask this without seemingly like a jackass, but... do I know you?"

He didn't remember anyone that looked quite like that back in high school.

[notmyownage]

Claudia followed the siren scent of coffee, then brightened considerably at the sight of muffins. Really, they never got muffins at the B&B -- it was a good thing Lena never had a real customers, because as a hostess, she could kinda suck.

"Muffiiiiiiiins," Claudia said in her best zombie impression. What, you thought 20 years would mature this woman?

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Now there was a voice that Peter recognized. He turned and did his best to not grin openly, which left him with a partial smile on his face. "All that government work has taken its toll, huh?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia, on the other hand, was totally willing to grin away. "Totally. You know the Secret Service just sucks your brains right out."

[vanillajello]

"If you're actually a zombie, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to punch you in the face and try and push you out the window." Kate would have totally done it too, even if that was a joke. "We don't serve your kind here."