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

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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She was lucky that 50s fashion suited her pretty well, it was true.

Nina looked a bit taken aback by the growl he gave.

"I'm sorry," she said, though part of her wasn't sorry at all. "Should I, like, not bring up how things changed when they do?????????????????"

That was, like, sort of short-sighted, wasn't it, Wayne?

Sure it was, but if short-sighted helped him grasp onto what straws of normalcy were still floating around and clutch onto them, then maybe short-sighted wasn't nearly all that bad.

The rumble in his throat that responded took on a slightly different tone, still pretty disconsolate, but with the reluctance of a stubborn man who still knew a lost cause when he saw one. It might have even sounded a little...petulant.

"Be better," he grumbled, "if things just decided to sit tight and hold on for more'n five seconds, if you ask me."

Which she had, so there.

"Well," she said, taking a seat and digging into her not very breakfasty breakfast, "like, it has been a bit much, lately, I suppose????????????????"

And yet another dissatisfied sort of grumble in his throat. Wayne didn't much care for the sound of that lately, especially since, with pert'near every week bringing something newly obnoxious and different since he got there, it seemed almost as if he'd arrived just in time for all the irritating nonsense.

"Well," he said gruffly, "someone ought to tell it to pump the brakes a little, eh? Oh, better yet, how 'bout we stomp the brakes, put all these ideas, all these..." He sucked in a breath. "...changes right through the fuckin' window?"

Nina hesitated.

On one hand, she was mostly enjoying the changes that happened every week.

On the other hand, that sounded like an adventure.

"How do you, like, think we could go about kicking all of this… stuff…………. out the window??????????"

Wayne turned toward Nina with his typical sharp, focusing movements, opened his mouth with the intent to point out that it was a metaphor, that they couldn't actually go around kicking islands out windows....

....buuut....

He stopped, looking thoughtfully squinty for a long moment. Because here he jadn't had a good fight...or any fight, for that matter, since coming here, and maybe that was what really needed changing around here.

"I don't...knoooowww," Wayne admitted slowly, "but I suppose maybe we should find ouwt. Can't be coming from nowhere, right?"

Yes, actually, Wayne, it could.

"We just have to find ouwt...where it is coming from..."

Wayne.

Wayne.

You can't beat up an island, Wayne.

But what kind of 10-ply degen would he be if he didn't at least try?

And, oh, but this sounded way more fun than people telling her to be careful and listen when I say stay out of it and so even though it sounded completely implausible, Nina was all for it!

Yes, because wandering right into danger when people cared enough to worry was the sane, sensible thing to do.

Nina.

"I bet, like, the place where it's the most changed would be the center of it all????????????????" she suggested.

Nina, no.

Wayne tilted his head after giving this idea far more thought that it ever deserved and turned that attention toward Nina. "Or the place least changed," he offered, but he didn't know how these things worked, so she probably had the best of it there, "and that'd be more on you to know than me. Everything's changed so fucking much since I got here, I'm surprised I still know which way is up."

There was a...slightly worried pause there, brow furrowing as he turned concerned eyes toward Nina for a moment. He honestly couldn't tell for sure if he knew which way was up, actually, so he slowly lifted a finger, pointed it questioningly toward the ceiling, and looked at her hopefully for a confirmation.

Just to make sure.

Nina watched him, vaguely concerned by his consternation and then pointing, but—

"Yes," she said, doing her level best to keep from giggling. "Yes, that is still up!!!!!!!!!!!!"

This week, at least?

Wayne nodded, perhaps smiling just the tiniest bit to help hide just how relieved he was to hear that at least that was still normal and fine and precisely the way it should be, before tucking his hand back into his folded arms.

"Well, then," he said, "pitter-patter. Where should we start?"

He didn't have many plans on a Monday other than breakfast anyway. He was hoping to just kayak around the flooded island a bit, but that clearly wasn't going to be an option anymore, so he supposed his schedule just got pretty much cleared right up.

Nina considered what she wanted to do and what she was supposed to be doing today carefully. She did have a notif that they were supposed to meet by the school today for Tao class, instead of out in the park like usual……………

But she could claim she hadn't seen it...

And this did sound more exciting than class…

"I do have a class to hit up……….," she admitted. "But we could, like, try the park after???????????????"

Alas, Nina liked class. She couldn't quite bring herself to just flat out skip it.

"Can't miss class," Wayne agreed easily enough, though he was thinking he'd be okay skipping most of his classes, but, of course, he'd still always go. "But the park afterwards seems like a fine place to start."

Of course, Wayne had yet to look outside, and he would likely think otherwise once he got there.

...but he would get in a few of those fights on the way...just not quite the ones he was used to.

"It's, like, grumpy bus guy's class," Nina explained, which explained nothing at all. "So I can't miss it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She bounced a little, in her seat, though she was careful not to dislodge her plate.

"But, yes, definitely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The park afterwards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina beamed at Wayne. "It'll be great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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

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