Fifth Floor Common Room: Sunday Morning

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After the events that took place in the warehouse Friday night, Barry was distancing himself from the place for a bit. Besides most of his experiments could be run remotely at the moment.

Barry was monitoring those experiments from his tablet while he ate his breakfast which consisted of a bowl of organic cereal and soy milk. On the TV was yet another horrible TV movie from SyFy which dealt with prehistoric sharks that could swim through sand.

"This movie is utter shit," Barry declared to no one in particular in between bites.

And yet he kept watching it while eating his cereal, monitoring his experiments and apparently designing something on his tablet that looked like a baseball cap.

Anyone coming by to agree or disagree with him would be welcomed.

[Bored. Come entertain me!]

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The common room was a stop on the way back from the preserve so hearing someone already up and around caught his attention. He was hungry anyway and figured he could find something to eat.

"Morning," he greeted, sliding his fingers through his hair and glancing at the television after wandering in. "...are those fish in the sand?"

He wasn't that smart but even he knew that had to be wrong.

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"Sand shark," Barry explained. "It can swim through sand as easy as water. And for some reason will everything but motorcycle helmets. "

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"Right." Nathan blinked at the television but continued on towards the kitchen area. "Guess that means going into the sand or water isn't safe anymore. What's next, flying sharks?"

He hadn't been here during that invasion, obviouslyl

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"Well on Wednesday they'll be showing Sharknado 2," Barry said gesturing at the TV. "They'll be flying then but because of a freak storm."

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"Of course that would be a thing." This island and its entertainment was never not going to be strange. "You going to watch?"

Nathan dug into the refrigerator for some juice before reaching for some bread.

"Complete the set or something?"

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"Fuck, yeah!" Barry said with a grin. "Shitty movies like this are fucking awesome. Are you not a fan "

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Cooking woke Kathy up a little more, so she was slightly more human when she nodded to Nathan. "Morning. Egg toast?"

Look! Actual words! Full coherent sentences would have to wait a little while longer, but she was using words now, rather than grunts and gestures.

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"Egg toast?" Nathan repeated with a slight arching of his eyebrow. he sounded amused. "Morning."

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"Breakfast sandwich," Kathy explained. "I'm gonna add kimchi and brown sugar to mine, but you can have it plain if you want."

She yawned a moment before adding, "Never had cereal growing up. This was our quick breakfast."

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"Oh, you're going to cook?" Nathan asked, interested. "I didn't know anyone else did that around here."

He tended to not to find anyone but himself cooking in common rooms. Must have just been missing the others that did know how to cook.

"I thought about making something too."

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"Not as much as I should," Kathy admitted. "Usually hit up the cafeteria at school. But I can't face mornings with only cereal to eat. Ugh."

Breakfast was the most important meal of the day! It should be hot, hearty, and flavorful!

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Cecil came in yawning and rubbing his eyes and being herded by an osmingo just taller than he was. "All right, I'm going!"

He blinked at Barry and grinned. "Hi, little sib! I -" He got prodded again. "Okay! Someone's decided it's breakfast time," he explained, giving Foucault an exasperated look as he headed for the fridge.

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"Hey, Cecil," Barry said in between bites of cereal. "Just out of curiosity what does your let ducking eat anyway?"

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"Anything he can get his beak around," Cecil answered with fond exasperation. "But he's supposed to eat shrimp and algae."

Which he fished around in the fridge and found. Of course. "Here you go, greedy guts."

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"Well just as long as he doesn't develop a taste for human flesh," Barry half-joked. "So how've you been Cecil?"

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Cecil shrugged as he hunted up some cereal for himself. "Pretty good. Except for the weekend I ended up dead. Classes are fun. What about you?"

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Kathy blinked at the...giant bird thing. "Am I still dreaming?" she asked. "Is anyone else seeing this?"

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Cecil eyed her curiously. "It depends what you're seeing, I guess. I don't think you're dreaming, but if you were, that'd be just what I'd say, wouldn't it?"

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"You've got a giant...bird...thing?...with you?" Kathy checked. "Taller than you, even? Is it a student?"

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"Oh!" Cecil grinned as he set the dish of shrimp and algae out. "You haven't met Foucault before? Kathy, Foucault. I'd introduce him back, but his mouth is full. He's not a student, just my pet."

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Kathy stumbled into the common room, bleary-eyed and still more than a little asleep. Her late nights in Baltimore had pretty nearly killed her old early-bird-gets-the-worm habits. She hadn't even gotten dressed yet, just thrown on a bathrobe over her pajamas and shoved her feet into a pair of old, floppy slippers.

Look, she had nowhere to be and no one to impress. Whatever.

She zombied into the common room, focused just long enough on Barry to wrinkle her nose at his breakfast, and headed for the fridge to grab some eggs. Time for some gaeran tost-u. It was the closest thing to an American breakfast her mother had allowed in the house.

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"Morning sunshine," Barry said with a grin. "Late shift still kicking your ass?"

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"Ugh," Kathy grunted, flapping a hand at him in a way that was supposed to be insulting, surely. "Shurrup, cereal-boy."

Yeah. Take that, Barry.

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"You need some coffee SJW?" Barry teased. "I can make some for you so can be fully coherent. I need to talk to you anyway."

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That earned Barry another glare. She went by Banzai now, Barry, honestly.

"Can't drink coffee on an empty stomach," she mumbled. "Teeeeeea."

Opening a cupboard, she pulled down a box of Golden Monkey Black Tea. Hey, if it was good enough for the White House, it was good enough for her.

She put the water on to boil and started preparing her breakfast, glancing over her shoulder to ask, "Want any?"

Tea, egg toast, whatever.