2nd floor common room ; saturday morning

[necroslacker]

Sam wasn't really a fan of being up this early. He couldn't say what'd woken him up either. It hadn't been a nightmare because he remembered those vividly and it hadn't been a visit from Brooke or Ashley either. He'd just...woken up and hadn't been able to get back to sleep.

So, he'd ended up in the common room. He'd thought about cooking something but that way lay disaster and pain so he'd made himself a gourmet bowl of cereal (Captain Crunch to be specific) and flopped down on the couch. When he found Saturday morning cartoons on some channel, he felt like he was five again instead of pushing nineteen. Man, Ramon could never find out about this or he'd never live it down.

Cartoons were more entertaining than news shows and infomercials so Sam settled in to wake himself up (just because he was awake didn't mean he was awake) and hopefully get himself together enough to run some errands later.

Or maybe he'd just eat more cereal.

[CR's open for one and all]

Comments

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Waking up early on a Saturday, wasn't something Kate complained about so much as accepted. Regular disturbing dreams and years of Voron's insistence it was good for her had resigned her to that one. Waking up early on a Saturday and being a man on the other hand, that she objected to.

To say she was looking surly when she came in to find coffee and breakfast might be an understatement, and she was opening and closing cupboards with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

[necroslacker]

"Uh, you trying to break things there, buddy?" Sam asked, glancing over his shoulder at Mr. Smiley back there. "Haven't heard the old adage 'you break it, you buy it', I take it?"

Sam didn't recognize the other guy but he figured he was still new enough that he hadn't met everyone and maybe someone had slipped in unnoticed.

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"Heard it, Seattle. It's not hitting the top of my agenda." No, she'd like a giant mug of coffee and cereal before she tried to think too hard about any of this.

"It's all in once piece for now." Which was enough for her.

[necroslacker]

"Wait, what'd you call me?" Sam asked, spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth when he realized what this other guy had called him. "Who are you? Did I meet you and forget it because you're boring and unmemorable?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Something weird was going on. That much, Toby had been able to deduce from the rather constant stream of mental WTFing, shrieking, or annoyed resignation that had served as his wake up call this morning.

But right now all he really wanted was some freaking cereal, and the second floor common room always seemed to have a better selection in the cupboards.

"Hey man," he greeted as he wandered over to the kitchenette.

[necroslacker]

"Morning, Toby," Sam said, waving at him with his spoon. "What's got you up so early?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Is it early? Huh." Toby asked with a frown. He hadn't really checked the time when he'd finally woken up, as distracted as he was. "Just... hungry, I guess." Which was a lie. He was hungry, but that hadn't been what had woken him up.

[necroslacker]

"Early on a Saturday morning, even," Sam replied, nodding. "You must have really been hungry. I'd offer to share the gourmet breakfast I cooked with you but I didn't cook and it wouldn't be gourmet if I did. I think there's some cereal left."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Kate had probably slotted firmly into at least two of those categories in his mental alarm clock this morning. At least she'd settled more into the third after a mug of coffee and realising there was probably fuck all she could do about this for the time being.

Which didn't mean Toby was getting anything more chatty than a grunted, "Morning," when he wandered in.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Morn..." Toby trailed off as he glanced over at the speaker only to realise he didn't recognise them at all. Not that he'd actually met everyone at the school yet, but it was a small school. You got to know faces, if not names. "...ing," he finished, rather lamely.

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Kate raised an eyebrow.

"That was really very uncertain for a greeting," she noted. This was kind of entertaining, if only for watching the confusion.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"TOBY."

Oh.

Shit.

Aiiiiieee!

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Oh, he knew that particular indignant tone, even if said tone was significantly lower than usual. "Kenzi?" somehow it hadn't exactly occured to him that she might be affected.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Fuck my life."

Kenzi looked... well. She had on guyliner, the pants were a little small, but the rest was stuff she'd scavenged from her closet and made kinda work for her. She hadn't tried to shave though. And now she wish she had, and what the hell, island, what the hell and he heard that and "... shit, shit, shit. Hi. Shit."

[perilless.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like Rosella was going to turn into her brother and stay in her room. That was so not happening and, once dressed and looking presentable in William's clothes, she straightened her tie and went looking for mischief.

She was glad to hear activity down on the second floor, but a little disappointed to peek her head in and not see anyone she instantly recognized as any of her brothers' friends yet. Still, she cleared her throat and marched on in with a particularly brusque, "Good morning, everyone! I hope it's going well! I say, are those cartoons?"

That was apparently how Alexander talked, really.

[necroslacker]

"Yuuuup," Sam said, taking in the newest arrival and trying to decide if this was another person he hadn't met or another Kate situation. "You from a place they don't have cartoons. I'm so sorry."

[perilless.livejournal.com]

"I'm from a place where there isn't television at all," Rosella admitted with a laugh, but the laugh made him stop for a moment because it sounded so weird hearing Alexander's laugh instead. She cleared her throat, shaking her head. "We have to depend on court jesters and terrible puns for entertainment where I'm from."

[hurtingzeebo]

So Sam had woken up a boy. This resulted, among other things, in Sam being even more hungry than usual. So after a fairly standard amount of freaking the hell out in her room, she got dressed in her usual variety of plaids and wandered around to look for something to eat.

"Hey other Sam," she said as she came into the room, making a beeline for the fridge.

It possibly wasn't difficult to figure out who she was, even as a sudden member of the opposite sex.

[necroslacker]

"Hey..." Sam paused while he tried to figure out yet another face that he didn't recognize. After Kate though, he was a little more in tune with what might be going on. "...other Sam."

Yeah, that was an easy one. "Woke up a little different this morning, didn't you? Man, a scientist would love this place."

[hurtingzeebo]

"I figure it's just trying to promote, like, cultural understanding or some chiz like that," Sam said. "Or the island wants me to join the frat after all."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi squinted at the guy she didn't know. Man, this was unnerving on all kinds of levels. "Hey." Glum, glummer, glummest.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam nodded back to . . . guy she had no idea who was. "Hey, cute emo boy-band person."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi stomped in, about four inches taller and forty pounds heavier than usual, but otherwise pretty much the same. Including the eyeliner.

Upon seeing Sam, her sense of injustice reared up and she assumed a crucifixion pose looking furious. "So, does this thrill you?"

[necroslacker]

"Uh." For the second time that morning, Sam's spoonful of cereal stopped halfway through his mouth. "No? Of course, I wasn't really expecting to get presented with something thrilling this morning so maybe I'm just not awake yet."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I'd be thrilled. But I'm full of schadenfreude." Kenzi grumbled her way to the cupboard. "Except not this morning. This morning, I'm the one being schaden'd. Or whatever. Maybe if you have coffee, you'll appreciate the insanity." She started making some for herself. There was no way she didn't deserve someone else's coffee.