fandomhighdorms | fourth floor common room: wednesday morning

Current Mood: pensive

Entry tags:

fourth floor common room: wednesday morning

It felt like it'd been awhile since Nathan had cooked anything. It hadn't since he regularly did it but that was often over an open flame in the preserve. Today, he'd stopped into the common room and ended up in the small kitchen.

There wasn't a lot to choose from and he didn't have any handily available recipes but he figured he could make due. So, he went to work on some egg and bacon sandwiches. There was always plenty of eggs, pork and bread around so it would easily serve himself and anyone else.

The television was on to provide background noise but Nathan wasn't really paying that much attention to it. Every so often, something would catch his attention but he was mostly making sure he didn't ruin breakfast.

[Open]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Anders was starting to get an odd feeling that something on the island wasn't quite right, but it was hard to separate that from his ongoing moodiness. He tried to put the whole mess out of his head as he went to find breakfast. (And if he was looking for breakfast on Nathan's floor, that wasn't exactly a coincidence.)

"You have bacon," he said, and then "Hi."

"Uncooked bacon but bacon all the same," he said, smiling over his shoulder at Anders. "Good morning. You're up early."

"So are you," Anders pointed out with a tiny smile as he pushed back an escaped strand of hair. "I just didn't sleep well. And I'd say uncooked bacon still counts, though I wouldn't want to eat it quite yet."

"Should be cooked soon enough," he said, glancing at the bacon to make sure. "You didn't sleep well?"

"Weird mood," Anders explained, waving it off. "Nothing to worry about. Did you? It's getting miserable outside."

"Not terribly, no," Nathan said, reaching for the bagels for the sandwiches. "It was chilly and somewhat rainy but I've dealt with worse. I'll probably stay inside tonight and see how the weather turns."

Anders nodded. "You should still be able to have a window open, anyhow," he suggested. "-- if that even helps. There are still all the lights and computers and things."

"That's always going to be a bother," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "As long as it's not overwhelming, I'm okay. Soren doesn't tend to really bring televisions, mobile phones and other things into the room so I tend to be okay."

"I'm still not convinced Soren actually exists," Anders said lightly. "That's good, though. That you have that peace."

He eyed the ongoing breakfast preparations. "Is there anything I could help with?"

"Don't worry, I sometimes wonder that too since I don't see him...ever," Nathan said, shrugging. "And...the bread could possibly be toasted, if you'd like."

"I like toasted bread," Anders said amiably, and went to claim the bagels and try to remember how the toaster worked. (It wasn't that it was complicated, it just made for a change after a lifetime of toasting bread over a fire when he did it at all.)

"Strange question, but does the island feel different to you today?" he asked, as he fiddled with the dial. "It's a something-is-going-to-happen feeling. Might be my imagination."

Nathan stopped what he was doing and chewed on his lower lip. He glanced over at Anders.

"Something like it might rain or something like take cover and hide?" Nathan wondered.

Anders had to think about it. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the fuzzy feeling at the back of his head.

"I wouldn't lock myself in my room," he said finally. "It feels like -- I almost want to say there's a little bit of the Fade in the air and it's getting bigger. Maybe someone was mucking about with magic and it left residue. Messy."

Edited 2014-12-03 18:05 (UTC)

Nathan paused and tried to see if he could feel anything. Mostly, he could hear the buzzing of the technology and little else. He frowned.

"Does it worry you?"

"Enough that I'm glad you aren't staying outside tonight," Anders said, with a tiny shrug. "But not much more than that. It's not enough to do anything about it, either way."

He prodded the side of the toaster with a finger, willing the bread to pop up faster.

"I don't feel anything but I've never really been good at that," Nathan admitted thoughtfully. "I'd walk right into a dangerous area without even realizing it. I'm talented."

"See, and if I didn't like you I'd say that sounds useful right now," Anders teased. "We could send you out and see if you trip over anything that wants to kill us."

Nathan snickered and went to turn one of the burners down to let the bacon start to cool a bit.

"I might do it anyway if whatever this is gets in here," he pointed out. "End up falling into some pit to nowhere."

"Now there's a terrifying thought," though Anders didn't sound particularly terrified as he retrieved the toast and slid in two more slices. "Well, I hope your knack for that kind of thing doesn't doom us all."

"Such confidence," Nathan said, snickering a little. "Now, I'm gonna be staring at my feet when I walk. And end up running into walls."

"And then end up black and blue anyhow, though at least you wouldn't be in a pit," Anders supplied. "So I guess it's the lesser evil."

"So, you think I should walk into walls and doors?" he teased, reaching for some eggs. "You better keep ice on hand, then. Even if my healing would take care of it. Ice would still be nice."

"Maybe just stay in one place," Anders teased in return. "I can't just follow you around with ice all the time, you know. I'm far too busy."

"Far too busy, huh?" Nathan chuckled. "Is your cat keeping you very, very tied up?"

"You wouldn't believe how demanding Lachlan can be," Anders informed him. "It's like having a small, furry toddler who never says thank you."

"And you absolutely love that, don't you?" Nathan asked, sounding amused.

"Everything else might change but a cat is going to be a cat," Anders said. "It's good to have a reliable source of disdain around. Especially one who sleeps on my feet at night."

"He sounds like a good companion," Nathan noted. "Quiet, independent and willing to make sure your feet are warm. Perfect."

"I do seem to like quiet, independent types these days," Anders allowed. "The body warmth is just a bonus."

Nathan laughed shyly and ducked his head. He covered that by dumping the bacon on a plate and finishing up with the eggs.

"I don't know if I'd be as comfortably laying on your feet as a cat would be."

"We could always try, but probably not," Anders agreed. "I'd kick and it would be all scrunchy."

He stacked the toast on a plate and set it by the bacon.

"You'd kick, I'd get angry and go sleep on the floor somewhere," Nathan added with a small snicker. "The morning wouldn't be a good one."

[Sorry for the slow. Got waylaid by a stomach ache.]

"Which is why it's nice that the last few times we've tried that, you've stayed next to me," Anders added neatly. "Much less kicking and much better mornings that way."

[OOC: No worries, just feel better![]

"Yes," Nathan agreed with a slight nod. "Plus, I don't know if I'd even fit on the foot of the bed. I think my feet, at least, would dangle."

He shook his head.

"Anyway, I'm not a cat so I won't be doing that. The other two things, those I can do."

"And you can make breakfast," Anders pointed out. "Where Lachlan wants me to get him breakfast. So you're better to have around in a couple ways."

"Thank you," he said, piling an egg and some bacon onto the plate. "How's the bread looking? Ready to serve?"

"It's toast," Anders confirmed, indicating the plate. "I didn't butter it because I wasn't sure what you had in mind."

"Personal preference," he said, shrugging. "I don't but you can. Maybe the food will take your mind off the weird feelings?"

"You already took my mind off it," Anders told him -- and applied a thick coat of butter to the toast destined for his sandwich, as that was his personal preference.

Once he'd done that and added bacon, though, his mind circled back.

"It is strange, though. I'd never say I missed the Circle, but right now it'd be nice to have a Senior Enchanter to check in with. I'm not even sure who to talk to here."

"Do any teachers do magic?" he asked. "Or something similar? None of mine do."

"I don't think so," Anders said thoughtfully. "There's something about Professor Atreides but I don't know if it's actual powers."

Nathan put his egg and bacon on his toasted bread while he thought about it. "If I had any contact back home, I'd ask but if I tried that, it'd be dangerous. Maybe it's nothing?"

Was it ever nothing here?

"By the time I got word home, it'll probably be over anyhow," Anders said, shaking his head. "If it was even safe. I think all we can do is hope it's nothing."

"Here's hoping," he said, taking a bite. "And if things start to go bad...just be safe if you go out there."

"Done," Anders promised firmly. "I wouldn't go out without back-up unless I had to, anyhow. I like being alive."

"I like that too," he said, nodding. "And I'd like you to stay that way for a long while, if you could."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

fourth floor common room: wednesday morning

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject