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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/10].

Wayne was starting to wonder why he even bothered going shopping for what he'd need for Monday Morning Breakfast anymore, when it seemed that the island was just going to decide to do fuck-all with it and he'd have no idea what sort of options he'd be walking into. He did realize, though, as he opened the fridge in the common room and let out a low rumble of a disapproving growl, that he could pretty much tell what sort of week they were gonna have based on the contents therein. The cupboards weren't looking too great, either. Slim pickings, this morning...

Welp. He'd just have to make do, trying to think of a good way to stretch just a little, so there was an attempt made to liven up some instant oatmeal a bit and he felt he could stretch out some pancake batter pretty well. There was a block of some pretty frosted over pork sausage tucked way into the back of the freezer; not the best option, but it'll have to work...

Not his best breakfast, by a long shot, and that sort of made him a bit cranky, even if he figured it wouldn't be all that bad considering the state of everything else. That just sounded like an excuse, though. Wayne didn't much care for settling on 'not that bad.'

The worst part of it, though, was the fact that all they seemed to have for syrup was Mrs. Buttersworth. Because that didn't just seem like an Island Thing. That one felt personal.

[[ open breakfast is open! They're messing with my work schedule again these next few weeks, so SP's the play fer me until later, but BREAKFAST ]]

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"Good moooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina chirped, since that, too, was tradition. "Animals are, like, no longer talking!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which was kind of tragic to her, it really was, since it had been adorable.

On the other hand, she was itching to get outside and go see what this new disaster was about so... win-win?

"Nina!" Wayne greeted back, with the usual faint wince and a few blinks as he took in the news and decided that he thought it was kind of tragic, too. Even if it had been a little weird, it had been pretty interesting, hearing what animals had to say for a change.

He wondered if that qualified as an answer to his usual question that followed greeting someone, but, even if it was, it just felt impolite, still, not to ask, "How are ya now?"

Just like he asked, even though he didn't need to, "Fix you up a plate? And a bowl?"

"And a bowl????????" she echoed. "Did whatever's outside mess with the food again??????????? But yes, please, and thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was not going to turn down breakfast.

"I'm doing alright!!!!!! Got, like, notif that class is going to be held in the dorms today????????? Probably, like, means outside is pretty dangerous....... but how are you, Wayne??????????????"

Well, then, first was a plate of pancakes he'd actually be sadly okay with being called flatcakes because it was true with some sausage being handed over in a moment, followed by a bowl of oatmeal, and a nod to the spread of what fixins he could scrounge up on the counter.

"Not so bad," he answered, near automatic, with a shrug to indicated that it was perhaps a little worse than usual, but he wouldn't go so far as to say so. "Considerin'."

His head tilted a bit at the rest of it, though. "Dangerous like findin' a bomb in the park sort of dangerous, y'think?"

The food had gotten all messed with that week, too, so logic would dictate that maybe something similar was happenin' all over again.

"Weeeeeell, I don't really know yet," Nina said, because of course she was going to go outside later. Of course she was. But first she was going to check out his collection of fixins. "But when I was looking outside there was this, like, weird bubble thing the island is in???????????? And if you look beyond that, like, it looks like we're underwater???????????"

Now that, actually, Wayne had to admit sounded pretty interesting, and it was just dedication to the breakfast that kept him where he was by the stove instead of going to go have a look for himself.

"So's an underwater biodome sort of situation out there this week?" he guessed, after a moment to sort of think about it. "Suppose that makes sense, with the food, supplies are probably gettin' a little low,"--except the small army of full-skirted lady-shaped bottles of sugar water masquerading as syrup, anyway--"which means, theoretically, we've probably been down here for a while, according to what the island thinks. Doesn't sound too dangerous, realleh, unless maybe they'd gone and got the pressure all wrong. Or we're runnin' out of oxygen. Maybe things is leakin'....bad craftsmanship, there."

Probably looked it up on Google, Nina.

"Could prob'ly fix that up with a bit of weldin'. Unless, y'know...the pressure." Pause. "An' the oxygen, I suppooooose."

Hey, now! She'd gotten a teacher for her hacking! Nina knew when to get help for the important things!

Prompto's world wasn't going to know what hit it once she legit got good. Google was just for the fun things.

"It could, like, just be old," Nina pointed out, squinting at the bottles of maybe syrup and shrugging a bit before drizzling some of that on. "Even the best craftsmanship wears out eventually???????????? We don't know how long the island thinks we've been here, after all……………."

"Oh, well, I guess that could be truuuue," Wayne agreed, amicably enough, after a moment of squinting that out. "Would have to be a pretty long time, though, realleh. You thinkin' about checking it out later?"

Because he was thinking he probably would. Nothing much else to do on a Monday, might as well...

"Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped, taking a seat and settling in to eat. "Did you, like, want to come with????????????? We made a pretty good team last time!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Like cookies and cream!" Wayne agreed stoutly. "And I think I would like that, Nina. Better'n goin' alone, 'specially if it is a bit...dangerous, realleh."

"It's a date, then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She grinned at him. It was nice to have a partner in a fight, even if Wayne wasn't who she'd have guessed would be hers.

But it worked?

"And, like, it's important to know what we're facing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like, how can anyone be prepared for things if they don't go out and see what's going on first????????????"

And, really, Wayne was just hoping the danger was something they could fight. He really did need to see about finding a good sparring partner around here, or else he was probably going to be in for a whole world of embarrassment when he got back home and had to defend his Toughest Guy in Letterkenny title...

Wayne grinned back at Nina. It was a very Wayne sort of grin, so really barely there at all, but still there all the same.

"And in the words of the great, world-record breaking, nine-time American Olympian champion swimmer Mark Spitz," he said, "'if you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail!'"

And… Nina had no idea who that was, but hey, it was a good saying, at least! She got that much!

Though she could have just been happy to have earned a grin from Wayne. That, like, took work.

"And we definitely don't want to fail," she said, rather solemnly, despite her smile. "Especially since, like, some people can't fight at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So they've got to, like, be kept safe!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was so not worried about herself. She kicked butt, lobbed magic, and healed. If something took her out, well, at least she'd have gone out fighting.

"I'm surprised we're not out fighting for and keeping those people safe right now," said Wayne.

Who then paused, briefly, for a Wayne-pause.

"Well, 'cept fer breakfast," he amended, then nodded at Nina, "an' you've got class."

"Breakfast and class are, like, kind of important," she said, almost apologetically. "But after that, it's definitely going to be about keeping people safe!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And having fun while doing so. Ass kicking was fun!

Wayne would agree wholeheartedly about breakfast, but he was pretty on the fence about the importance of any classes here.

But maybe Nina'd fared better in that regard than Wayne with his Hiking in Pressed Khakis, the Science of Wasting Time, and Glitter Fucking Everywhere.

"What class ya got going on today, anyway?" he asked.

"Taoism!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said happily, which she mostly enjoyed because she liked watching Grumpy Bus Driver fail at classes as the island thwarted him each week. "It's, like, all about going with the flow and the philosophy behind that and something about a bear that likes honey????????????"

Nina was honestly a bit confused on that part.

"Last week, like, we threw sticks and had to see which stick would win without interference from us!!!!!!!!!! Then Stance, like, took all the sticks, so I think he was, like, the real winner there!!!!!!!!!!!"

Wayne heard all of that, listened to it, tried to sort out exactly what bears with honey had to do with sticks, except maybe it would probably be a bad idea to go poking at one with the other, but he had to admit, he wasn't sure he really followed.

But he was fairly sure that he wasn't likely to find his way any better if he asked Nina to explain further.

"I'd say," he ventured, cautiously, "that that would definitely make him the one....with the most sticks. So...if that was the point, then....yes."

"Good morning, Wayne," Lana said, offering him a smile as she came in. "How is your day so far?"

"Lana!" Wayne...well, he didn't really smile, it would have been hard to really classify it as such, especially by Wayne's own standards, but there was no denying that the expression was at least pleasant. "Good, n'you?"

"Not bad so far, though I'm wondering what the island's thrown at us this week." It felt a little like the wasteland, though not quite so decayed, but definitely Darker.

"It sure would be nice," said Wayne, in a slightly louder voice as if making sure that the island could hear him, but fuck all if that'd even do anything, "if maybe it didn't decide to throw anything at us. Fuck, give the goalie a break there, big shoots!"

He grunted, slightly, shoulders lifting and falling with a huff of a sigh.

"I know my uncle Eddie sent me here so that I could go and have some new experiences outside'a what I'd get around Letterkenny, but fuck a duck, I don't realleh think this is what he had in mind!"

And, if it was...he was going to have to have some words with his uncle Eddie...

"I was sent to gather information, but I don't think this was quite what we intended, either," Lana said. "Goalie...that's a sports position, right?"

"Correct," Wayne nodded. "The goalie's the one that tends the goal, usually in hawkey or football, but not American football, that one's got no gaolies, just a bunch of dude running around in shoulderpads and tights and tackling each other instead of just getting into a good old fashioned tilly."

"A tilly?" Lana asked.

"Oh, ya, you know," said Wayne. "A tilt...A donnybrook..."

Lana looked at him expectantly, waiting for a word she understood.

"....a fight?" Wayne tried, and, if that one didn't work, well, then, he just didn't know what to tell you, Lana.

That one, she knew.

"So goalies are in fighting sports, and sports without fights don't have them?" she asked.

"Lana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Laaaaaaaanaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We're in, like, a fishbowl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Wasn't that cool?!

"A fishbowl?" Lana hadn't been outside yet. "With what sorts of fish this time?"

"I don't know yet," Nina said happily. "But, like, Wayne and I are going to go check it out later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I know is that looking out the window this morning was super weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"It was, but I didn't see the fishbowl part." It was mostly grunge and buildings from her window.

"The key to seeing the fishbowl," Nina said sagely, "is to look up!!!!!!!!!!"

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