Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/17].

[howareyanow]

There was, that morning, a low, disgruntled humming sound emiting from deep within the throat of the young, broad-shouldered man stooping slightly to peer into the refrigerator that seemed to no longer hold any of the fine produce and ingredients that he had picked up for Monday morning breakfast anymore, but instead held a lot less and nothing that seemed particularly appetising.

Least of all because Wayne got this distinct feeling that things had changed again, and, really, now, if you were going to be a weird island with things like aliens and talking cats and dogs and magic and whatever the fuck else, it seemed that the least you could do was just stay the same type of weird for a while instead of going and mixing it up and giving everyone fucking whiplash all the time. It just seemed impolite; get your shit together, island. Clean it up.

The cabinets didn't seem to fare much better, though he did find a few bags of potatoes and an exorbitant amount of potatoes (not very good potatoes, really, they were some of the saddest potatoes he'd ever seen, but they'd do) and canned gravy in there.

And if a good old Canadian country boy like himself couldn't make do with potatoes and gravy (and some mystery meat, too), well, then, he might as well just turn in his citizenship right now, pack up, and move on out to El-Laaaay to go eat tah-cos and go hiking, fuck.

[[ /monday spam! Open common room is open, it's breakfast, it's tradition noooooow!]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

Nina's inspection of her closet had... had been weird this morning because, like, while she wasn't against the selection of dresses she'd found in there...

None of them had been there yesterday and her normal dresses were missing.

Fandom, why.

"Good moooooooorning???????????" she said, sounding a bit dubious about the whole thing, as she wandered in wearing something that was absolutely, one hundred percent, going to make her an excellent target when she went out for class. But it was, in fact, very 1950s chic.

Besides, it... wasn't like she'd been left with a choice today?

[howareyanow]

"Nina!" Despite the frown he was giving the food as he prepared it, Wayne offered up the usual brusque, straight-forward, but not unfriendly greeting he always offered. Breakfast wasn't going to be too pretty this week, it seemed, but it would taste good and it would stick to their ribs all the same, and that was more important than pretty anyway, when it came to food, but he couldn't help feeling like it just wasn't up to snuff this week. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Hi Wayne!!!!!!!!!" she said, smiling for him since it wasn't his fault everything was weird. "I'm, like, mostly confused, I guess?????????? But how are you????????"

She hesitated.

"Everything okay??????????"

He didn't normally frown at breakfast.

[howareyanow]

Well, his breakfasts weren't usually so...frown-worthy. But Wayne also seemed determined to just keep keeping on.

"Not so bad," he answered, and, really, things would have to be pretty bad for him to answer anything but that. "Fix you a plate?"

Her plate was already half-fixed.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, please," she said primly, since the formalities had to be observed. "Can I help with anything???????????"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhh," said Wayne, dragging it out just a little with the impression that he was actually thinking about it a little, but of course he wasn't, "mebbe just the dishes afterwards, if you think you could spare the time."

Formalities. And not obnoxious ones that made it harder to get stuff done, but nice simple ones that only helped moved things along and made things just that little bit more polite.

And he handed Nina a plate filled with his best attempt at poutine, what with what he had available, and a decent side of whatever-the-fuck-kind-of-meat-that-was.

"Not what I had in mind for this morning," he felt compelled to inform her, with a nod, "but it'll do."

[bookbeltof_love]

"Oh, sure, no problem!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped, since doing the dishes, well, she'd sort of planned on that already. "Thank you for breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina blinked at the plate, even as she took it.

"Did the food go different too????????????" she asked, since it looked good, but it also looked not like what he usually made.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Nina? Nina why do you have like fourteen skirts with dogs on them in your closet?"

Vette had worn her own clothing today, yes. Because space, that was a look that was not a good look on her.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina assumed a tragic expression, even though, honestly, some of the… dog… skirts were cute and she would wear them.

"I don't know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were like that when I got up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Poodle skirts and polka dots had been her options this morning. And, well, all week it was looking like.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Weird," Vette replied. "My clothes are the same as they ever were. Heck, the stuff I bought since coming to the island even looks a little more like my clothes from home. I love it."

Because her clothes were already a cobbled-together disaster of whatever she could scavenge, generally.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina looked speculative at that.

"So, like, outside makes sense to you then, right now????????????"

Because it didn't, to her.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I've seen uglier neighborhoods on Nar Shaddaa," Vette replied, shrugging. "I mean, it's still different, but it's as close to home as I've been since I got here."

She was way too excited about that.

[bookbeltof_love]

"So............... like.................. what do you think happened out there??????????????"

Because Nina had squinted outside and just been confused.

Just wait until she got attacked by a giant scorpion or something.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette had woken up this morning with the smell of rust and decay strong in her nose, and she'd gasped. Before even opening her eyes, she'd had this... just... overwhelming feeling of familiar, and a glance out the window hadn't exactly proven her wrong.

Okay, there was a lot more ground than Nar Shaddaa. Less obligatory opulence devoted to giant horrible slug people and those slug people alone. But there was still a decided skip in her step as she made her way into the common room for breakfast.

At this point, it was tradition. Tradition.

"Morning!"

Someone was way too happy to be stuck in an irradiated wasteland.

[howareyanow]

And you don't fuck with tradition, even when the island tried to fuck with everything else.

"Vette!" It was nearly automatic now, really, that slight bark of a greeting with just enough brightness in there to nudge it into the edge of friendliness. "How are ya now?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Pretty great, thanks! You?"

Yup, bonus chirpy today, this one. She was openly wearing her blasters on her hips because, yes, she'd heard the radio broadcast and nope, no way was she going anywhere when there were giant scorpions attacking people, but besides that, everything about her seemed to be more or less in order. Apparently Vette's usual tomb raiding gear seemed to be pretty synonymous with 'vault raider,' too, and as cute as the umpteen poodle skirts Nina wound up with were, she wouldn't actually be caught dead in some of those particular shades of pink.

Miss Dozy was staying in her room today, though, because Vette was reasonably certain that tiny naked kittens and giant mutant bugs didn't mix.

[howareyanow]

Any particular extra chirpiness from anyone (or particular lack thereof from anyone else), if even noticed at all by Wayne, would mostly just be dismissed as a general expected turn of mood out of any teenaged girl, really. And if it made him think or feel anything particularly different, he realized it was maybe a small pang of missing his sister. Because that was a very Katy-like energy coming off of Vette right there, the kind of energy that had already decided that the day was going to be all hers and good luck to anyone thinking otherwise.

"Oh," Wayne answered, "not so bad. Fix you a plate?"

And, yes, said plate was pretty much already fixed. There wasn't a whole lot to it this morning, anyway.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Please, thanks! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and all that, right?"

She was already leaning in to try to figure out what it was.

"Ooo, potatoes."

[howareyanow]

Sad, sad little potatoes that would have been better used as pig slop than breakfast, but, well, you had to make do, and Vette now had herself a plate of the most important meal of the day headed her way.

"With gravy and..." Something cheese-like? "...cheese. Like poutine."

Or as near as he could get. He almost winced a little as he said it; it felt a little like a national disgrace, to try and pass that off as poutine, but it actually wasn't nearly as bad as he was making it out to be. It was just that...he was Wayne, and 'not that bad' was synonymous with 'not good enough.'

"Still haven't figured out just what the meat is, thouogh."

Which was saying a lot. Man prided himself in knowing his meats.

[unusual_sith]

Tradition was important!

Lana poked her head in and smiled. "Good morning, Wayne."

[howareyanow]

He'd said it once, and he'd say it again, a million more times, ad nauseum, but...you just didn't fuck with tradition.

"Lana!" Wayne nodded with his brusque, friendly-in-that-very-Wayne-way sort of greeting. "How are ya now?"

[unusual_sith]

"Interesting, this morning, but not bad. You?"

[howareyanow]

"Also not so bad," Wayne answered with maybe a slight variation to the usual for the sake of conversational ease. "Fix you a plate?"

He thought about asking her how her morning was interesting, but, around here, that question was a real loaded fucking gun.

[unusual_sith]

"Thank you," Lana said. "I confess that's why I'm here; it's good to have someone who knows how to cook the local foods."

[howareyanow]

"Well, I suppose," Wayne drawled, frowning a little as he made quick work of the plate; there wasn't a whole lot to it this morning, realleh, "I'm a a bit more local than some." Lana included, he assumed, judging by the accent. "Not really from around here, up North a bit, and I'm not realleh sure poutine's as known around here as it is up there."

There was a slightly deeper frown as he looked at said 'poutine' before passing it over.

"It's the best I could do with what was available," he added, almost apologetically.