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Second floor common room- Wednesday evening

Hanging out in a common room had been a much better option than hanging out in a dark room by herself, especially once Sabine showed up and found the fireplace going. Maybe it'd be smarter to sleep out here tonight?

In the meantime, though, it was definitely important to go through the fridge and make sure anything was going to go bad fast got out and eaten, right? So if you wanted an excuse to eat cold pizza and ice cream in front of a fire, here it was!

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Peebee wandered in, lit by the orange glow of her active omni-tool, and flopped onto a couch.

"Well, this is fun," she said dryly. "Reminds me of home."

She was so thrilled about that.

"No electricity at home?" Sabine wondered. "There's food to finish, if you want."

"No, no, we've got that," Peebee said, and because she didn't feel like moving biotically yanked a piece of pizza toward herself and snagged it out of the air. "But cold and ice all the time? Ugh. Boring."

"I wouldn't mind it so much if the snow wasn't a third as tall as I am," Sabine said, frowning a little. "How'd you do that?"

"Fun with gravity, basically," Peebee said around a mouthful of pizza. "You don't really strike me as the type to want the technical explanation anyway, but that's about the gist of it. Might want to be careful for a bit, though. I get a little static electricity buildup afterward. What is up with this storm, anyway? Talk about an extreme weather shift. Not to mention a totally different tone from the singing gremlins and candy swords."

"Apparently this planet had some real climate problems, so I'm assuming this just happens," Sabine said. ""The candy and gremlins I blame on Fandom being weird."

"I had noticed that when I was researching the place." Peebee made a face. "Makes sense, but the timing right up against the parade of cute weirdness is pretty sneaky. Impressive, almost. The other stuff got a little annoying sometimes, but this? This is a whole different level of inconvenience."

"Could be worse. Your job could be driving a rickshaw," Sabine pointed out. "...I wonder if I can go to work tomorrow."

"Ew. I hadn't thought of that." Peebee shuddered. "If this keeps up, nobody is going anywhere for a while. That's going to be a problem for anyone trying to head out for break."

"Oh, that's right." Astrid has gotten out, but she knew others were still going to be going. "Maybe they can change portal locations at times like this? I have no idea how that works."

"I can't even get a good handle on the tech that goes into the damn things," Peebee grumbled; this was a long standing annoyance of hers. "So I couldn't say. Who knows? Maybe that'll be fine, but anyone going by the causeway is going to be screwed?"

"Maybe. I'm sure they're canceling flights, too." That was cute, she still thought weather here mostly made sense. "Any idea how long it's supposed to last?"

"You know, I tried to code up a program to predict Fandom weather just so I could figure it out, and I swear it laughed at me when I tried to run it?" Peebee flung up her hands dramatically, but she looked amused. "And since I'm half convinced it would change things up just to spite us if we thought we had a solid prediction . . ."

Well, timing-wise there was a pretty well established pattern by now, but Peebee kind of wanted to have more faith in the island's whimsical nature.

"You coded a program for that?" Well now Sabine was impressed.

“I mean, I tried,” Peebee said. “Only took me all semester and it’s still probably in about the alpha testing stage, but I made the effort, so yay? I learn best when I’m figuring things out on the go, really. Really hands-on, as it were.”

She paused and glanced over at the fireplace, tilting her head. “Huh. I don’t remember — does that ever get lit? Because I don’t think I’ve seen it, if it has. Handy, anyway.”

"I don't remember seeing it before. But then, this place has thrown parties on its own so there are times I decide not to ask questions," she said, shrugging at the fire.

“Ah yes, the surprise I Never party,” Peebee said, grinning. “That was fun. Sometimes the island gives us all a little gift with its whimsy. Other times, well.”

"Other times it gives us singing gremlins and tinsel and a blizzard," Sabine nodded.

Though the blizzard was of course a normal, freak storm.

"Meep meep meep!" Beaker meeped, racing into the room with a lit-up Christmas hat stuffed over his hair and immediately rescuing some ice cream.

By eating it. He was a giver that way.

"I like the hat," Sabine told him, totally genuinely.

People who didn't love light-up Christmas dinosaurs were not to be trusted!

"Meep meep," Beaker said around a mouthful of ice cream. "Meep meep meep mee?"

Why would Sabine know when the power would come back on, Beaker?

"Hopefully it comes back soon," she answered. "You'd think they'd have a generator or something."

"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker agreed, then gestured to the fireplace. "Meep meep!"

Don't get too close to the fire, Beaker. We know how these things turn out for you.

"Yeah, maybe you want to sit back a little more?" she suggested.

"Meep meep mee?" Beaker asked, tripping over a table in the dark and almost setting himself on fire.

That's why you need to be further back, Beaker.

"How about," she said, getting up to go get him, "you come sit next to me, where you get just as much fire warmth."

She couldn't stop, drop and roll with a Muppet tonight, she just couldn't.

"Meep meep," Beaker muttered, flopping down next to her with his ice cream.

It wouldn't have been a big fire. Probably.

"Better safe than on fire," she said. Really, this should be a motto for life.

...Actually, it was for her, the explosives expert.

"Meep," Beaker said.

That was sooo not his motto.

Yeah, she'd figured that out when he blew up in class at first meeting.

"Let's pretend."

Sidon was not at all pleased by the arrival of all this blustery, chilly, wintry weather, though he had expected it eventually. Add in the fact that the power had gone out, leaving him even without the comfort of a warm tank (the hot chocolate, suddenly, did not sound so terrible), and Sidon had to admit to being rather miserable about this whole turn of events. Wrapped tightly in the large, fluffy pink coat he'd gotten for himself last winter, he noticed the fireplaces in the common room, and went to see if it was the same thing on the other floors, as well, just in case.

The fact that this one also had people in it, though, was more than enough reason to stay. He'd hate to wind up being cold, uncomfortable, and lonely.

"It grieves me," he said as he came in, shaking his head, "that I cannot in good faith bid you all a good evening in good faith, but please know that I most certainly would if it weren't for our current abysmal circumstances."

Yeah. Someone really didn't like the snow, you guys.

"It's fine. The snow's terrible." Sabine didn't actually mind it, except for having to get around in what had to be at least a foot. (This was why she needed a jet pack.) "The electricity will come back on at some point. Until then, we have fire, company, and food that's going to go bad."

Food that would, no doubt, not settle well with him, but Sidon did appreciate the optimism coming from Sabine, even if he felt completely and uncharacteristically devoid of it himself. So he smiled faintly, nodding.

"I don't suppose," he ventured, "any of that food might be related to fish, would it? Perhaps I should have thought to bring the stock of fishsticks I keep on hand upstairs with me; I'll certainly have to fetch them later if this continues much longer, which I sincerely hope it does not. I must admit, I am not looking forward to another night sleeping on a couch."

But, alas, he had a feeling he just needed to resign himself to his fate. It was officially winter now, he realized, so he'd best just preparing himself grudgingly for one various discomfort after the other until spring...

"I think there are some fish sticks on there freezer," she said. "They'd have to be raw, though, unless you want to try cooking them over the fire."

Which... let's probably not?

"Oh, no," Sidon had to chuckle a little bit at that, waving a dismissive hand, "that's perfect. That's rather how I prefer to eat them. A Zora's diet does not typically include many cooked foods in general."

He then his way over to the freezer, frowning slightly as he extracted the bag of fishsticks from it. "I'll be sure to replenish them for whoever they belong to after this whole...debacle has cleared."

"You might not need to worry about it. It seems like a lot of the time things just show up and disappear from here," she told him.

Lana came in behind her lightsaber, held high for light, then switched it off when she saw the fire. "Oh, thank the Force. It's getting a bit cold in the room." She came to sit and warm up. "Is this kind of thing usual around here?"

"Do you mean the snow, the power outage, or the fireplace that we don't think was here before?" Sabine checked.

Lana thought about it. "All of the above, really. The extreme weather changes and the poor infrastructure especially. I imagine the fireplace is just this island, being helpful for once."

How was it that that was the normal thing?

"I'm blaming Earth in general for the first two things," Sabine said with a sigh. "I just hope it stops soon. I'd like to actually be able to get around outside at some point."

"I may go outside anyway," Lana said. "I've never been in this kind of weather. It'll be good practice if I ever end up on Hoth." ~~ahahahahaha~~

"That could be a fun reaction," Sabine decided, smiling a little.

"Oh, don't worry, I've got plenty of warm clothes," Lana said, smiling back. "Want to make a trip of it tomorrow, then? It's probably best during the day."

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