Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Chuck had tried so, so hard to hide away this entire weekend. That was how long these usually lasted, and he'd managed to avoid island crazy in that way a few times before. It worked for him.

And it had worked this time! Mostly. But without preparation there was only so long he could hole up in his dorm room reading and living off chips and candy before hunting down something a little more like... well, real food became necessary, and as such, leaving his safe-haven. From experience of these things, everyone went down at once, but as he recalled not everyone looked like girls they knew, and somehow that was worse. He'd blocked out this particular memory when meeting Annie for a reason. It made his head hurt in so many ways, and him uncomfortable in so many more.

So he planned to make this little outing as short (and himself as blendy) as possible. Keeping a hoodie up while making cereal might not necessarily the most subtle choice, but was what he went with.

[[ Open common room, with potential for bouts of SP as I have guests. ]]

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[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

There were times Annie was just not happy with the third floor common room's selection of food, and so then it meant having to go up a couple floors to scavenge see what they had.

"Hi there!" she greeted the behoodied person as she went to look in a cabinet.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

The fact some cereal might have made it onto the side rather than into his bowl was probably proof enough that Chuck was extra jumpy today. He'd never tried to deny that he was a world-class klutz, but he could usually manage that, even when people spoke to him.

He managed after a moment of recovery to get out a strangled "Hi," and remembered not to turn around. "Did uh, did you want the Lucky Charms?" Please say no, he might just throw them at her in a state of panic.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"No, thanks, I have too much to do to deal with a sugar crash..." And that would be her trying to look to see who she was talking to. It was just rude to not know.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Yes, it probably was. That didn't stop Chuck from wincing and keeping his eyes trained firmly downwards.

"It's probably not good for me either, but I think if you don't let your sugar high drop off until you're asleep it's probably a pretty good way to keep you going. Or maybe I just hope it is. Don't you think?"

And if he babbled, maybe she wouldn't notice anything else.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"...Maybe you should lay off the Lucky Charms for a while," Annie said.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

He probably should.

"I think this is more the result of trying to life off only the things in my room, than the Lucky Charms. I haven't eaten these yet." Still babbling. "So really, they're not at fault."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking something safe. Like Corn Flakes," she said, sort of in the tone she would use to talk someone down off a ledge. "Do you want some? Much less hyper-inducing..."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"I... could eat some?" He could eat most things, honestly. "I don't know that Lucky Charms are unsafe, exactly... Unless they proved that the additives are toxic or carcinogenic or something, but I think they'd stop selling them if that was true."

Still babbling. "... Maybe." He pushed the bowl a little further away all the same.

Yes, he'd have cornflakes, thank you Annie.

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

Richie had left the room very briefly yesterday and made a run to a common room for some supplies. He was trying that again today, literally running up a flight of stairs in hopes that the 5th floor common room would a) be empty of people and b) be full of food.

Apparently, no such luck.

"Oh. Uh, hi."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Chuck winced. Another one?

At least, the chances of this person actually being the owner of this face were lower now he'd already run into her.

"Hi?" He should work on sounding more sure about that.

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

"I was just looking for food," Richie said, heading for the fridge. A hoodie was a great idea. Why hadn't he thought about a hoodie? Then he could hide properly.

"Don't mind me."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"Or me, but I... have the milk," he offered. "If that was what you were looking for?"

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

"Just...food," Richie said. "Not sure what. But milk works, I guess. There's cereal, right?" Cereal was easy and fast and he could go back to hiding quickly.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"Lots of cereal," Chuck confirmed. "I was tempted by the lots of sugar route, but apparently I'm too wired already and should probably avoid it."

[richieryan.livejournal.com]

"But the sugar stuff tastes better," Richie pointed out as he started looking through cabinets for something especially unhealthy. "Cocoa Puffs?" He grabbed the box.

"I could skip the milk and just eat the whole box and stay in my room longer that way..."

[Sorry, ended up having a dinner guest and had to disappear]

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"I tried that sort of thing," Chuck admitted. "I'm... still somehow here, eating cereal and talking to all the people I wanted to avoid."

"... Not you," he clarified.

[cant-be-helped.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hello Annie," Dorothy said as she entered the common room, completely unaware that it wasn't her big sibling she was greeting. "What are you eating?"

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

There was a brief choking issue reared it's head at that, because Chuck had certain issues with coming off smoothly when startled.

"Me? I'm-- cereal," he wheezed out, eventually coughing and clearing his throat. "Eating, the cereal. But uh, not actually... Not Annie. Sorry." Best to get that out there, even if it wasn't in the most intelligible form.

[cant-be-helped.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Dorothy said, momentarily vexed. "You look just like her. Unless -- you said you were not actually not Annie. So you are?"

She was a bit confused.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"I really don't think she'd like it if I started impersonating her," he decided. After this morning's little chat, he'd decided that Annie was A Scary One and her wrath to be avoided.

"So... No, still very much not Annie."

[cant-be-helped.livejournal.com]

"This is very confusing," Dorothy said. "Are you one of the boys, then? I didn't realize that some of them would look like other girls."

This was a very weird sort of magic at play.

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

"I didn't... uh, either?" Chuck offered. "At least, I hadn't really thought about this. It happened the one time, and I didn't actually know that I looked like someone else, and now this time I do, and that's really, really weird."

"We're working through it." She yelled at him for being a face stealer, Chuck babbled apologetically. It sort of counted.

[cant-be-helped.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm glad it's not the other option I could think of," Dorothy said, though she wouldn't elaborate unless Chuck asked. "But I suppose I should introduce myself."

She gave a little curtsy in her plain off-white dress. "Dorothy Gale. It's nice to meet you."

[wasthecuteone]

It was happening again. Petra was, again, freaked right out, but also? Kind of mad. The island had given everyone else with a penis a vagina and she got skipped? What was that? Of course, she probably would have had a minor breakdown when it inevitably reversed itself, so maybe it was for the best.

Still, she'd been hiding in her room, and also only ventured out in search of food, wearing a sweatshirt and lounge pants, her hair thrown back in a messy bun, no makeup. She looked pretty much like hell.

"Hey, Annie," she said distractedly as she opened the cabinet to get a bowl for herself. "How's it going?"

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Chuck hesitated. "I... kind of wish I could say I was Annie, because I think that would be less awkward than this. Or... would be if I was actually her. But I'm not."

"Aside from the yelling if she found out, I don't think I need any help adding to any future identity crisis issues on either of our sides."

Still babbly. Sorry Petra.