4th Floor Common Room [Sunday Morning]

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Some kids chose to lie in on a Sunday. Most, probably.

George was not one of the these kids.

One week down and he'd remembered and reacquainted himself with at least the basics of Broken technology: lights, kettle, toaster. Enough to make a passable breakfast and a mug of tea. The television still confused him somewhat, despite what he'd seen of it, and no matter, since he had no desire to watch people punch each other anyway. It was left switched off.

He had other things to keep him busy anyway. Spread on the coffee table along with his tea and breakfast were a couple of atlases. There were a few things he wanted to compare, and what better time to do it than when half the school was asleep.

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[abitlowkey]

Asleep or off celebrating the wonder of mothers. Neither of which Loki was terribly prone to doing.

Both Loki and a magpie on his shoulder peered into the room, spotting George first of all. "Is there food?"

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George glanced up at the sound of a voice. "I found bread and unnatural cereal in that middle cupboard," he offered. He'd given the cereal a miss and stuck to toast, personally.

"Good morning," he added after a moment.

[abitlowkey]

"Does it have a cartoonish figure upon the box or an unfortunate name?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had discovered the wonder of the common room pretty damn quick. There was always food, there was entertainment, and there was a place for him to park his ass down on - all big perks.

So when he woke up from a non-descript nightmare early that morning with his stomach growling, he'd grumbled, gotten up, and stumbled down to the first thing his brain registered as a common room, nodding at the kid with his nose stuck down books before ambling onwards towards the nearest food storage... thingie.

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"Both, I believe." But that probably depended on your definition of 'unfortunate'. "One has a very inaccurate image of an undead on." Inaccurate as compared to his experience, anyway.

[abitlowkey]

Pff. The undead.

"Ooo, I am quite fond of the so called 'boo-berries' in it!" Loki said brightly, making a dash for the cupboard.

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George was a disturbing sort of a morning person, and offered a raised hand in return and a "Good morning," of greeting.

"If you need water, it is already hot." George wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but this one was looking slightly bleary and perhaps he was.

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"... Boo-berries?"

Blue berries, George. Blue berries.

[abitlowkey]

Blue berries didn't taste like that. Perhaps to people who had never had any before...

Loki offered over the box once he had taken a handful of mouth cutting cereal. "They are quite interesting. Though, I must admit, I enjoy most of the Midgardian food."

[suitably_heroic]

"How can you be this cheerful right now?" Atton asked, waving a vague hand at him. Hot water. Yeah, right.

... he'd make caf later.

"Is the sun even up yet?"

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George tipped a small amount of the cereal out onto his plate. "That's not a name for this world I've encountered..." At least, he assumed he was talking about this world. Perhaps it was more specifically related to the cereal.

A few pieces of the cereal got eaten before he nodded. "But I would have to agree."

[abitlowkey]

It could be anything!

"Earth," Loki amended with an easy wave of his hand. Then, carefully poured some cereal out on the floor where his magpie could eat as well. "Are you new then?"

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"For a few hours already," George informed him, smile growing a little. "I suppose it must be habit, I'm used to being awake at the crack of dawn." Partly because he often had a list of things to do, and partly because he liked to have time to do his hair before doing said things.

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"Until someone newer arrives, I suppose," George agreed, watching the bird for a moment. After spending so much time around Audrey and Ling, a magpie didn't seem too unusual a pet to go for, but it could hardly be ignored.

"George," he offered in introduction and held out a hand.

[suitably_heroic]

"It's the crack of it all right," Atton muttered, grabbing something that looked like food - pop tarts, as he was about to find out - and turned back towards the room. "Why would you be awake right now of your own free will? There's got to be something wrong with you."

[abitlowkey]

Loki smiled, looking at the hand curiously for a moment before taking it. "Loki. I am not new."

Anymore.

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Ulrik was a bit of an early riser himself, as it happened. He'd been about to head into town for his usual breakfast from the Perk (because ahahaha, no, like he knew how to make anything, please), but he'd decided on a bit of wandering first.

"Hello," he greeted George, recalling him as a fellow new-kid. "I didn't think anyone else got up this early."

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George shrugged. "Some would say so." But he thought he was perfectly sane, thank you. "But I had some things I still needed to look up about this world, and since I was awake..." As good a time as any.

"You're up and about too," he pointed out. In case he hadn't noticed.

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"I'm told there might be something wrong with me because I do." George curled his lips in a small smile. "But it is better to know I'm not alone."

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"So noted." George released his hand with a quirk of a smile of his own. "How long is not new?"

[abitlowkey]

"Since the winter!" Loki replied, finding a seat on which to perch as he ate his chemical filled cereal straight from the box. "It is an interesting place, at the very least. I was a girl."

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"Nothing wrong with you at all," Ulrik said firmly. "In fact, it's everyone else who seems determined to waste perfectly good daylight." Though he'd had some experience with electric lights in Magdeburg in the few months before arriving in Fandom, their presence had yet to undo habits learned through a lifetime of not having them to rely on.

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"It i--" Wait. "Before you came here?" Not that being a girl before and not now was something he'd come across with any regularity, but it made more sense than any 'for a day' business.

[abitlowkey]

"Oh, no." A beat. "Well, I suppose I was. Though that was a different case. It was not, precisely, my body."

Seriously, Marvel. Seriously.

"But I am most assuredly male! The instances I was a girl here were brief and shared by those around me."

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George grinned. See, finally someone who got his motivations. "It is a waste," he agreed. "And sunlight is so much better than this artificial light everyone here seems so keen to use."