Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[wasthecuteone]

The current bit of madness at the school was basically Petra's worst nightmare. She was thankfully unaffected, but she'd spent most of last night running through a jungle in her dreams, chased by a giant frilled snake wearing a Yale sweatshirt. The snake kept calling her 'JT,' and when she'd caught a glimpse of herself in a pool of water, the face peering back at her hadn't been hers. That had been when she'd woken up and decided sleep was no longer happening.

So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?

((Open common room!))

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[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

To say that Marshall was unaffected by the weekend's madness was disingenuous, given the increased presence of hot guys on the island so soon after his brain poked him and went, "Also, boys;" that said, at least he was untransformed, although he was now dreading the moment that the island decided it was the boys' turn to live on the other side for a few days.

He wandered into the common room in search of breakfast, giving Petra a half-smile and a bit of a wave. "Hey," he said. "... Is that cake? Please tell me there's more."

[wasthecuteone]

"In the kitchen," Petra said, pointing with her fork. "Don't know where it came from, but it's tasty. Hey."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"Caaaaake." Marshall grabbed himself a slice and poured himself some coffee from the pot before settling down in a chair.

"Uh, sorry I missed club this week," he added. "I was... I got caught up in something. Completely forgot about it."

Or, you know, chickened out at the last minute. One of those.

[wasthecuteone]

"Whatever," Petra said. "No worries. Just show up next week if you want to."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"I will," Marshall said, smiling a little wider. "How'd it go, anyway?"

[wasthecuteone]

Half the club was straight and that Miley kid needed to grow up already. "Pretty well," Petra said. "I thought so, anyway. We're talking about doing some stuff with the frat and the sorority. Why doesn't sorority shorten, anyway? I guess 'sor' sounds weird." She shook her head a little. "Anyway. Yeah. Pretty well!"

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

Well, at least Marshall would help increase the non-straight quotient.

"What kind of stuff?" Marshall asked. "Like, a party or something?"

[necroslacker]

Sam actually decided to venture off his own floor today. When he got up to the fifth floor, he'd actually decided to hit the roof to check out the view but had to stop when he spotted some people in the common room.

The roof could wait, Sam decided, while he checked things out. Brooke would be so pleased he'd been so social. And then she'd want eight thousand details which she wouldn't get.

"Morning," he said pleasantly, giving the girl a nod. "Looks like you're one of the lucky ones that hasn't flipped genders this weekend. Congrats."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"Uh. Hey, Sam." Don't freak out, Marshall told himself. Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out.

He managed something approaching his normal smile. "I guess it's mostly the guys who are lucky this weekend. Which makes me wonder when it's going to his us."

[necroslacker]

"I'm trying not to think about that," he admitted with a slight wince. "I think I'd be a pretty crappy girl, to be honest. I can barely relate to them as a guy. Relating to girls as a girl who's not used to be a girl? Harder than calculus."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, calculus isn't that-"

Beat.

"Or that could just be me."

[necroslacker]

Sam snickered at Marshall catching himself there and took a seat on the couch so he could stretch out his legs.

"So, you're a math guy, are you?" he asked, still amused. "It could just be you but there's nothing wrong with that."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"Math, science, computers. All that kind of stuff," Marshall explained. "I was, uh, in the science club at my last high school. So, y'know, if you ever need help with any of that stuff, you can totally ask me."

[necroslacker]

"Thanks, man," Sam said appreciatively. "I'm not sure when that might come into play here considering the types of classes but if it does, you'll be the first place I go."

He didn't need to end up failing out of high school after dropping out. "No science club here. Doing stuff on your own to keep up the skills?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Either that or the magical forces didn't know what to do with me," Petra said a little bitterly, jamming her fork into her cake. Then she shook her head and said, "Thank God. You did not want to see me a crying wreck."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, I'm not really good with crying wrecks," Sam admitted with a nod. "I'd probably offer to get you a donut because sweets cure everything. That's what television taught me at least. I should really stop learning things from television. Bad, bad teacher."

[wasthecuteone]

"I already have cake," Petra pointed out. "And currently the TV's teaching me about offsides. I have no idea what it is but apparently it happens and means we get slow-mo."

[necroslacker]

Sam glanced at the television, squinted like it might help him understand things and then shook his head. "Yeah no, soccer's not my thing. Well, sports aren't really my thing in general unless skateboarding counts so I'm gonna be no help. I tried to play this, I'd die trying to catch my breath."

[wasthecuteone]

"God, no, I'm not going to play it," Petra scoffed. "I'm going to watch cute guys run around on the screen for my amusement."

[perilless.livejournal.com]

The novelty of looking like her brother was wearing off a little for Rosella, which clearly meant, to her, that she wasn't doing enough about it. So she went exploring, hoping to find some of Alexander's friends, but when she went upstairs and found her own friend, she figured that could be...interesting, too.

"Oh, hello!" she said, still in that overly done masculine voice that she really didn't need to do. "I thought I smelled some coffee brewing in here! Might there be more for sharing?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Yeah, the rest of the pot's in the kitchen," Petra said, waving a hand in that direction. "There's cake, too."

[perilless.livejournal.com]

"Coffee and cake?" Rosella asked, reveling in the deep sounding chuckle that went with her squared shoulders and overly manly carriage. "I should have come up to this floor more often. Especially since it appears to come with such lovely company."

Because Rosella thought flirting with her friends while looking like her brother was a fun idea.

Rosella was kind of messed up sometimes.

[wasthecuteone]

Sadly for Rosella's sense of fun, Petra's response to that was, "Dude, it is way too early in the morning for this."

Also she had a niggling suspicion that whoever this was normally had different parts. Call her crazy.

[perilless.livejournal.com]

That was a crazy that would probably serve Petra well. Rosella, however, did not seem too put off by the deflection, though; after all, 'he' was a married man.

She chuckled again. "Nonsense!" Rosella said, moving over to the coffee pot to help herself to some. Male or female, she still loved the fact that she got all of her food and drink herself around here. "You just need more coffee, I'll bet. Or perhaps more cake. There's always room for more cake!"

[wasthecuteone]

"I definitely need more coffee," Petra agreed. "Coffee is awesome." Coffee kept the nightmares away.