5th Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[spin_kick_snap]

Saturday found Kathy in a much better mood than she'd been in previous days. Enough so that rather than staying in the room she shared with Raven (who had curled up smaller than Kathy had ever seen her under her blankets in the night) and finishing off the last of the cereal in sulky silence, Kathy had decided to head to the common room to make a real breakfast. French toast, she was thinking. With--hey! A package of bacon in the fridge that needed to be used within the next day or so. Excellent! And some gaeran tost-u to make it really feel like breakfast at home.

Oooh. There was honey. She could make honey-butter! For the regular toast!

She put the TV on for some quiet background noise (was Crying Breakfast Friends playing on EVERY channel?) as she bustled around the kitchen making a hearty breakfast for herself--and maybe even a bit to share if others showed.

[Open for incoming kids! Though with SP warning as there's a sleep and a wedding to get to. Warning: - possible tw for child abuse mentions in this Dante, folks.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

The boy had woken up in a strange room to strange sounds. It wasn't the first time that had happened, and so while things looked better, he didn't trust it. He'd slipped out of the room and tried to find his way around, but there were a lot of stairs, and a lot of floors that looked the same.

So it was that a slightly grimy-looking boy with dark brown eyes and a suspicious look on his face came wandering into the common room, following his nose. His eyes darted from the woman to the food on the counter.

No one had yelled at him to do anything yet. No one had yelled at him yet about food. But he was hungry.

[spin_kick_snap]

Humming, Kathy turned around--and started when she saw the tiny little boy peering up at her, dirty and suspicious. "The heck did you--" Except even tiny, that stare was familiar. As was the red stone on the necklace hanging on his skinny chest.

"Dante?" she asked, more disbelieving than confused. After all, she'd been on Fandom for a few years now, even if she'd never turned into a little kid herself.

Unless if was Dante's kid or something, but it wasn't prom, so...maybe not?

[rebelseekspizza]

The boy tilted his head and squinted at her. Somewhere, that name sounded distantly familiar, but he had no idea why.

That made him even more suspicious.

He looked back at the food.

There had to be a way to get to the food.

[spin_kick_snap]

Like asking? Asking would get him all the food he wanted! And probably more, because Kathy was a killer about eating vegetables.

"Hey," she said softly, squatting down so she was roughly at eye-level with him. "You okay? You know where you are?" Then, following his glance, she added, "Hungry? I'm making plenty of breakfast to share."

[tigerundercover]

At some point in the morning, delightful food smells drew a little blue girl out of her room and tiptoeing down the hallway. If Kathy happened to look at the right moment, she might catch the little blue-and-red head peeking into the common room.

Before it suddenly got much bigger as Raven shifted into her all time favoritest shape: Rita Hayworth.

"Daaaaaaaahling," she said, swanning into the room in a ridiculous feather and silk dressing gown, an unlit cigarette in a twelve inch holder in her hand. "Breakfast smells divine."

Raven loved playing grown-up.

[spin_kick_snap]

After spotting a tiny Dante, Kathy had decided she needed a lot more breakfasts. She knew she could eat a ton, but little kids were like locusts. So she was standing in front of the stove, alternating between flipping French toast and sauteing vegetables for the eggs.

"Thanks," she said, smiling over her shoulder. Hmm. Unfamiliar voice, unfamiliar face (sorry Rita, sorry Raven), dressed like a starlet from the 40's... "Hi, Raven," she said, warmly. "Hungry?"

[tigerundercover]

Raven pouted at her. "You're not s'posed to know it's me." Then she beamed, because her bestest friend in the entire world totally saw through her clever disguise probably through the use of magical friendship beams or something. "Can I help? I can reach tall shelves!"

[spin_kick_snap]

"How could I not know the glamorous beauty in front of me was Raven?" Kathy asked, holding out her hand for Raven to take. "C'mon now, you don't even need to be super-smart to figure out that puzzle."

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna was staring at Raven with open curiosity; everything from the dressing gown to the hair to the unlit cigarette was outside her experience. "Hallo?" She blinked a little and said in English, "I am Hanna. Who arrre you?"

[tigerundercover]

"Rita Hayworth!" Raven declared, striking what she was sure was a dramatic pose (that was only slightly awkward). "Star of the silver screen. Would you like my autograph?"

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna had awakened in her room, with her kitty Velcro, and been more than a little bit hungry. Since she wasn't in the woods, that meant there was food around here somewhere, and that she wasn't going to have to trap a rabbit.

Thumping down the hallway, Velcro hiding in her hair, she followed her nose to the Fifth Floor.

"Guten Morgen, Kathy." She yawned as she stood on tiptoe to watch her prepare food. "Frühstück, bitte?"

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy spoke a lot of languages, but German wasn't one of them. Fortunately, it was close enough to English that she could hazard a guess. "Morning Hanna," she said cheerfully, pulling down more plates. "Did you ask for French toast?"

Or was the word for breakfast really weird in German.

"Do you know English yet?"

If not, it was going to be an interesting round of charades!

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Ja?" Hanna gave her a puzzled look, and climbed up on one of the chairs, letting Velcro walk down her arm. "Yiss. I know English." Although her accent was even stronger at six than it was at sixteen. "French toast? Was ist das? Smells good." And yaaaaaaaaaaawn.

[not_every_mage]

Anders -- who wasn't Anders yet -- recognized the room he had woken up in, but was sad the girl with the long hair he remembered from the last time he'd had this dream wasn't with him again. She had been nice.

He scooped up the kitty at the foot of his bed in an awkward hug and went off in search of food, lugging a very patient Lachlan along.

"Hi," he said politely to the lady who seemed to be cooking -- and then forgot his manners as he gawped at the TV like he had never seen one before. "What's that?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"Hi there," Kathy said, giving the little boy a bright smile. "That's a television. It's like it shows plays on the screen. You hungry?"

She was mentally going through her list of people this little one could be.

[not_every_mage]

Even if she didn't recognize Anders, she'd probably seen the cat he still gripped firmly enough to make a good guess.

"Yes, ma'am," he said to the offer of food, eyes barely leaving the TV. "But how does it do that? Is it magic?"

[giveherahand]

Mara bounced into the common room, red hair flying. "I want pancakes!"

Rude, Mara.

[spin_kick_snap]

"I don't have any pancakes," Kathy said apologetically. "I'm sorry. Will French toast do?"

Kathy you don't have to apologize for not being a restaurant.

[giveherahand]

Mara knew what toast was, but, "...what's a French?" she asked, screwing her face up.

[justwantedfriends]

Kira was still a little bleary and sleepy as she stumbled into the common room in her pajamas, so it took her a second to register the small children and sigh. "Oh, Fandom."

[spin_kick_snap]

"You're an adult!" Kathy said, delighted. "Oh thank god. Kira, you might be my favorite person in the dorms."

Sorry, Kira. She'd been up for awhile and there were a lot of children about.

[justwantedfriends]

"I never get turned into a kid. That's probably a good thing," she said, looking around. "Oh god, everyone's so tiny."

[kenselvren]

Jalian woke up in a place that was very odd, though it seemed weirdly familiar. It definitely wasn't home, but it was interesting!

She scrambled out of the too-soft bed, strapped on her knife, and went exploring.

The scrawny little girl that followed her nose to the food was brown-skinned and dark haired, but the bright silver eyes (and the knife) were probably a dead giveaway. She eyed Kathy a little warily just in case, but the food was much more interesting.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy appreciated it when obvious traits carried over. A little girl with silver eyes and the ability to murder definitely said Jalian.

"Morning Jalian," Kathy said brightly, giving the small girl a wave. "Hungry? There's plenty to eat if you are."

[kenselvren]

Jalian heard her name, and eyed the girl curiously. She did seem vaguely familiar, even if she obviously wasn't ken Selvren.

"You have food?" she asked. In Silverspeech.