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Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

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"Is there any Count Chocula in there?" Stiles asked when he came into the common room. He was being followed by a golden retriever. "None for you because you are a dog."

"I'm not that kind of dog, Stiles."

"Nope. Dog. No chocolate for you."

Be in awe of his ability to brush off weird shit that happens to him.

Victor, meanwhile, was followed by a large black bird when he wandered downstairs.

The bird's name was Remedios. He knew that because she had not stopped chattering into his ear in Spanish since he woke up, and one of the very first things she'd said was to call her Remedios. And Remedios was quite firmly of the opinion he needed a balanced breakfast.

//With eggs and meat//, she told him from her perch on his shoulder. //Not just cereal. Honestly, it's a wonder you haven't died of anemia yet.//

Victor yawned, looked sheepishly around the room. "Oh, good," he said. "I'm not the only one with an animal -- issue."

Remedios fluffed her feathers, taking offense at that.

"I think so," the hyena offered helpfully. "The boxes are pretty yummy too."

Cade rolled his eyes. "This karking planet. I didn't need a weird fuzzy friend."

"Nope," Cade said laconically. "She's called Camelai and is a hyema?"

That was wrong, Cade.

"I'm gonna take a rain check on the boxes, but thanks," Stiles said as he made his way towards the pantry. "What's so wrong with this, man? Better than the fuzzy friends we had last week, at least Olesia talks back."

"Spend a lot of time talking to things that don't talk back, Stiles?" Olesia asked, sounding like she already knew the answer.

"All. The. Time."

"What do you feed a weasel?"

"Ermine," came a muffled protest from inside his backpack.

"Weasel."

It had been something like this all morning for Sparkle, who had woken up to see the ass-end of a stoat rummaging through his sock drawer, and who had promptly stuffed the offending creature into his bag, intending to chuck the little thief outside and be done with it. That hadn't worked according to plan, and now he was stuck with it making annoyed protests from the bottom of the sack.

"I can't get rid of the damn thing."

"Hyena," Victor said automatically. "This would be Remedios on my shoulder. She's a raven."

Remedios nodded a greeting, then took off and circled the room low to get a better look at Camelai.

"I didn't like them either," Cade groused, "but this one ate all of the good cereal."

"Join the crowd," Cade said. "If I wanted a dog, I would've picked one that wasn't so ugly."

"Hey now!" The female voice sounded decidedly offended. "Kark you, Cade."

"Excuse you, Count Chocula is delicious." Funnily enough that came from the dog, not Stiles. Though Stiles would have agreed.

"At least your dog," Sparkle said, with a distinct sort of stress on 'dog' that suggested that he knew full well that she was a hyena, "isn't a sock thief. The little shit in my bag was trying to make off with my yellow ones."

"They were comfy!"

"So are fur stoles!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me!"

Silence from the bag.

"So. It's one of those weekends, huh?"

That was a very astute observation, Sparkle.

"This is really weird, right?" Cade checked. "Talking animals are weird."

Atton, meanwhile, arrived without comment for once.

Instead he sank down on the couch; the mangy wolf that was with him echoed the motion, flopping onto the couch next to him looking vexed and like she thought the entire universe was against her.

"Did anyone else wake up with--" Well. Tony got his answer just by looking around the room. Something copper colored moved around his forearm, also looking around.

"I told you," the snake said in a quiet hiss.

"Um, yeah," Victor said strongly. "I mean, some birds can learn to talk, but ... not the way she's been doing it."

//I told you I'm not just a bird//, Remedios put in from a few feet away. //Were you listening?//

He sighed. "Did anybody warn you about talking animals? 'Cause they left it off the list for me."

"I haven't tried it," Cade admitted. "It's really that good?"

"You got the wolf? Why did you get the wolf? I got stuck with the weasel."

"Ermine!"

Sparkle had a very insistent little voice coming from his backpack today.

Cade shook his head. "Just the girl thing. I'm gonna lodge a complaint."

"Of course you are," Camelai said with a snort.

"I don't know," Atton said, shooting him a foul look, "I don't keep pets for a reason."

"I'm not a pet," the wolf said. "Will you pipe down?"

"There's like a party of talking animals today," Sparkle shared, glancing at Tony thoughtfully as the snake spoke... hissed... said things. "I have a weasel-"

"Ermine."

"-whatever in my bag. Why is this island so messed-up?"

"She was trying to eat my boots?" Cade offered.

"It's hardly my fault they smell like something that died," Camelai retorted.

"Allergic or something?"

Sparkle had left Velcro in his room today, on account of weasel, what.

"At least there's only one of them this time? Instead of like the million puppies that were around here the other week."

"You too?" Cade asked.

"Besides," the wolf complained, with nary a thought for the fact Sparkle had said something else, "I'm the one stuck to him all the time."

Surly was as surly did, apparently.

"Yeah, but at least you could keep the puppies in the damn ball," Atton griped. "I can't even get this one to sit and stay."

"Oh, no no no," Sparkle said, pointing at the hyena. "You do not mess with a man's boots. That's, like, law, you know."

"Sparkle, you're not supposed to talk to--"

"Shut up, sock-stealer."

Animals. Jeez.

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