Third floor common room [morning]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

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[myownface]

Sparkle had a grin on his face and a lighter in his hand as he sauntered into the common room today, yes.

A lit lighter, naturally. While he ran his fingers through the flames as though, really, making a concentrated effort to light himself on fire was no big deal or something.

"Have I ever mentioned that I love this place? I fucking love this place, man."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade stared at him for a second. "Are you fireproof or something?"

That was so karking unfair.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Don't light yourself on fire!" Olive said, and zipped over (okay this super-speed thing was pretty cool) so she could look at what he was doing more closely.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Olive mumbled, clearly still half-asleep as she wandered over to the kitchen in her pajamas, then decided to step it up so she could get some coffee before she had to go to radio.

Deciding to step it up today meant that, rather than just move a little faster, she had the coffee grounds in the maker and the pot in her hand within a matter of seconds, before she paused, wide-eyed.

"What did I just do? Did you just see that?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"You moved really, really fast," Cade said, tilting his head. "Not something you can usually do?"

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy was on her way downstairs when she heard people in the common room. "Hey guys," she said with a smile. "Today we shop. Who's with me?"

If Caroline were still here she'd probably be stunned speechless. Shopping and Mercy went together about as well as cats and water.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade stared at her. "Um."

[myownface]

"I am like way too busy playing with fire today to go shopping," Sparkle supplied ever-so-helpfully. "Anyhow, I don't get paid for like another week. Anything you're going to shop for in particular, though?"

He could be nosy with the best of them.

[dollpocalypse]

You know what was cool? Levitating into the common room instead of walking there. Without wings. Just... levitating.

"Hey, are there any-- ow--" damn it, low ceiling-- "Pop-Tarts?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Hey there...flying guy," Cade replied laconically. "Go check the kitchen if Sparkle hasn't burned it down yet."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

Olive eyed him, then sped herself over to the opposite side of the room. "Go higher."

Yes, she wanted him to bump his head more. Olive's plans were subtle and inventive.

[myownface]

"Holy shit, man, you're flying."

Sparkle actually didn't sound too envious about that, today. Normally, maybe, but today he was experimenting with, you know, lighting Pop-Tarts on fire and eating them before they turned too ashy to still taste any good, so...

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...what." Tony had not had enough caffeine or sleep to deal with this. Possibly both.

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

This morning had started with Jessica going out on a little training run across the rooftops. That training run ended when Jessica discovered that her webbing was gone and she crashed into the ground. With that, she put away her slightly turn costume and made her way to a common room.

She felt like drowning her lost power in homemade pancakes, so she was going to go ahead and make them.

As she walked into the common room and saw all of the weird stuff happening, it dawned on her that she had no idea how to make pancakes.

"Good morning, everyone. Is... something a little different in here today?" Topher was flying, what the hell.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Jessica, look!"

Olive was like, right up in your space now, Jessica. She'd been across the room a second ago.

AMAZING, RIGHT?

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"People are a little weirder than normal today," Cade agreed.

[myownface]

"It's probably the island," Sparkle offered, from where he was sitting on the counter, casually holding a pop tart over the stove element with his bare hand, mostly because he also had some toast on the go in the toaster, and this just seemed like the way to be. "And I will be choked if this is gone by like Monday, because it's freaking awesome. I'm fireproof!"

He didn't know who Jessica was, no, aside from occasionally seeing her around. But that wasn't going to stop him from gloating at her about it.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"No, it's a perfectly normal day here," Tony replied. Because he had his snark on this morning.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony made a noise of greeting, making a direct beeline for the coffee maker. "Hey," he managed once he'd gotten it started and the smell of coffee was waking him up.

[myownface]

"Tony!" Sparkle gave Tony a wave from across the room. "Long time, man. How's your day going?"

Sparkle's day was going great, if the way he was casually running his hand through the flame from his lighter without flinching was any indication.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Boss," Cade said, giving him a lazy wave.

[selfhelphero]

Billy hadn't noticed that anything was particularly off today, but then, he hadn't noticed much of anything yet, uncaffeinated as he was. He wandered into the common room and blinked a little at everyone as he went for the coffee maker, wondering if maybe he wasn't the only one who felt a little off after all.

[dollpocalypse]

"Billy!" Topher squeed from mid-air. "I can fly! Without help!"

It was possible he was giddy about this.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Morning." Tony had already finished his previous pot and made a new one at least. So. He was awake enough for real conversations.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Trade you a cup of that for some cereal," Cade offered, holding up his box of Cocoa Puffs.