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Second Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

Natalie was pretty sure there had been sofas in the common room when she'd come in a few times over the weekend. Normal, common room-y sofas. She was pretty sure.

Right now, though? Nests. Just nests. This was probably part of that oh-so-wacky Fandom weirdness that she'd been hearing about, right?

So far, it wasn't really impressing her. It was more of an inconvenience than anything. Still, she went about making her oatmeal, and thanked whatever higher power happened to be at work on the island that a table and a few chairs had been spared from whatever this nest thing was supposed to be about.

She leafed through some random magazine while she had breakfast, and hoped nothing important had suffered from a transformation.

[ooc: Open like a common room! A common room with nests!]

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Jack entered the room, still in pajama pants and a t-shirt, and did a short walk around. "Not only the third floor," he declared. "I thought maybe it was a weird third floor hazing thing for the new kids."

"Nope," Natalie replied dryly, glancing up at the new arrival. "Unless it's some hazing thing all over the dorms."

In which case she was going to give it points for creativity.

"I could probably find out the truth, but I'd prefer breakfast. Is there any milk down here?"

Natalie shrugged. "I think I saw some in the fridge, but I don't know whose it is."

Which might have also had something to do with not yet knowing a whole lot of people in general.

Sam had woken up in a nest and he was embarrassed to think that it'd taken him way too freaking long to figure out how to get out of that nest without hurting himself.

Eventually, he'd ended up just rolling out onto his feet and staring but after that, he'd made a quick exit from his nest laden room in case the nest meant he was about to turn into a freaking bird.

The common room down the hall seemed like a safe place but when he appeared in the doorway and saw more nests, he frowned.

"Did birds conquer the island overnight?" Sam asked, mussing his sleep tousled hair and blinking. It wasn't a great greeting but it was a greeting.

It was Monday morning. The fact that there was talking instead of random grunts of acknowledgement was greeting enough.

"If they did," Natalie replied, "they came and went and left their homes behind."

"Pretty sure the milk belongs to whoever gets to it first." He headed to the fridge. No, it wasn't his floor, but there were enough people who came to his floor in search of food that he felt comfortable doing it. And yeah, he was under the impression that Kate had a new hairstyle and he hadn't noticed. He hadn't seen her in a really long time, okay? "Met any of the new kids?"

Jack thought about it for a moment. "If you see any eggs, worry."

"I guess that's better than thinking I did this on my own while I was asleep," Sam replied, padding in to try and find some orange juice he'd shoved in the refrigerator awhile back.

"I don't think I wanna be ruled by birds anyway," he added offhandedly. "Too weird."

Sam paused to actually think if he'd seen eggs anywhere around his room. He was pretty confident he hadn't which meant he could stop imagining laying an egg.

"If that happened, at least we'd have breakfast for awhile?" he joked, trying to find a spot that wasn't a nest to sit on. "Eggs are a pretty adaptable food."

Of course, eggs from a human might be different.

Yeah, that was just going to keep on happening to Natalie. She was just going to have to deal with it.

That question was a bit odd, so she raised an eyebrow, though it was mild. Not really making a connection to the random weird dude at the picnic yet. "Not really?"

"Very feathery," Natalie drawled, poking at her oatmeal with the tip of her spoon. "Bad for people with allergies."

"There don't seem to be too many this time." He fished out the milk and a bowl and set to finding cereal. "They all came over the summer instead."

Jack grinned. "As long as they don't have anything in them that shouldn't be eaten, and I'm not even going to guess what might come up, I think we could make a killer omelet."

The eyebrow raise got a little less mild, and a little more genuinely interested. "You guys have summer school here?"

Well, she'd missed that bit in the broschure she'd gotten. Also, hi, Jack, you're not talking to who you think you're talking to.

"I don't recognize you," Sam said after a moment spent downing his orange juice. That meant he wouldn't be mixing her up with Kate, at least. "I missed the welcome picnic too. The president called and needed my help."

That was a lie. He'd just been anti-social as hell lately. "How's the new kid shine doing?"

"Yes?" he said more as a question than a statement because wouldn't Kate know that? Box of cereal in hand, Jack actually stopped and looked at who he was talking to properly. Not Kate. Go figure. "I am so sorry, I've been standing here talking to you thinking you were someone I know."

"Yeah but how would you know if there's something in there that shouldn't be eaten until you eat it?" Sam wondered. "If you take that first bite and your throat tightens up, you're pretty much screwed."

"I was thinking more beaks and claws, but now you've convinced me never to eat strange eggs."

"Sorry, man," Sam said apologetically. Or maybe he wasn't that sorry since warning people about strange eggs seemed like a nice thing to do. Or something.

"Did you tend to eat strange foods that you had no idea about before?" Sam asked curiously.

Natalie paused, then remembered the encounter she'd had at the picnic. "Maybe I should've kept wearing my nametag."

"Apparently it's not shiny enough," she replied, still contemplating her breakfast, before eating a spoonful. "People keep mistaking me for some girl that used to go here." She looked up again. "I'm Natalie, for the record."

"You could just tell me your name and I promise not to mistake you for anyone else again." Of course, that wasn't the point, but he was trying to be nice.

"Not usually my thing," Jack admitted. "But the thought of a really big omelet cartoon-style is pretty tempting."

"That sounds fun," he said sarcastically. It was spoken like someone that hadn't had a problem with that first. "I'm Sam and I don't have a long lost twin or anything like that so no great conversation starters for me. Bummer, man."

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