Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/24].

[howareyanow]

Breakfast might have been a little later that Monday, on account of the fact that Wayne hadn't exactly woken up in his bed that morning but, oh, y'know, somewhere out in the wilderness where he'd been taking down larger-than-usual human-faced rodents with his bare hands and teeth for the better part of the weekend, but there would still be breakfast. Heck, there'd still likeleh be breakfast even if Wayne had gotten up that morning and still had all those teeth and claws and horns and whatnot, because it was tradition.

And you don't fuck with tradition. Not even as a terrifying mutant monster version of yourself.

But it didn't really matter now, now, did it? Because Wayne wasn't a terrifying mutant monster version of himself, Wayne was just his usual version of himself now, only in black-and-white, it seemed, like the rest of the world, which he wasn't sure if was some side-effect to his brain being all bad all weekend, or if it was just a thing the island was doing, and he was really wondering how he could actually test all of that, because it was going to bother him until he knew fer shure.

Food in the fridge, though, that was a good sign for the week, and it gave him the chance to whip up his usual breakfast stuff, with maybe a bit more and bit stronger coffee than usual, and he was really hoping people were hungry this morning because he just really wanted to sort of rub it in a little.

Because he said it was just a bug. And from where he was standing, he'd been right.

One hell of a bug, sure, yeah, okay, he'd give you that. But just a bug, all the same.


[[*allows boyos to take over third floor public spaces, innocent whistles* open breakfast is open as always! ]]

Comments

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina had, like, spent the better part of a week as a… a thing and, okay, like, whatever, though, she'd been right, it had been an island thing and now it was gone and the world was all black and white and grey, which was weird but it was also an island thing, which meant that Nina was…

Nina was doing pretty okay with the fact she'd been a weird monster thing that had wanted blood and had probably, like, eaten more than a few usually teal deer (but then, like, deer was pretty tasty even when she wasn't a monster, so, like…) and had woken up nicely confused on a roof in town.

A hot shower, clean clothes, and some time spent making sure her hair was absolutely flawless and… yeah, okay, Nina? Nina was pretty cool with what had happened. It wasn't her fault, she hadn't hurt anyone, and it was over now.

She was sort of, like, vaguely sulky that she didn't have wings any longer though. She, like, hers hadn't been pretty but she'd been able to use them and that, she remembered, had been totally great.

"Good moooooooorning!!!!!!!!" she chirped, wandering in for breakfast and glancing up from her phone. It wasn't, like, quite as enthusiastic as some weeks, but hey, it was still a pretty good attempt.

[howareyanow]

And, honestly, to Wayne, nearly any amount of Nina-esque enthusiasm was about the same, existing in some higher plane of cheerfulness that his stoicism could only comprehend as a general concept of too much, though he supposed he could make a good guess at percentages, and he'd admit he'd only figured she'd need to take it down about 5 to 10 percent, rather than, say, about a 15 to 20.

Or the occasional 20 to 25.

But he was set pretty firm on normal this morning, as he flipped a pert'near perfect pancake (despite the greyness) straight onto a plate for Nina and went to go fill up the rest of it, too. "Nina!" he said, of course. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm alright, I think?????????????????" she said, since it did seem like maybe she shouldn't be so okay with everything, but she was, and that... that was probably better than not being okay with everything? "How are you doing?????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Oh," Wayne replied easily, "not so bad."

A moment later, he added a somewhat emphatic, "Better," though it seemed a little unnecessary, obviously, he was better, but he did feel it was necessary to point it out for anyone who wanted to make a fuss about him being sick. Not that Nina had, of course, but just to, y'know, put it out there.

Just as he was puttin' out a plate that would have been impressively colorful with a variety of breakfast foods if everything hadn't been feeling so washed out that morning.

"Breakfast?" he asked, although probably also unnecessarily, as he already knew the answer.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, please," she said primly, since honestly, that sort of routine was really great right about now.

A beat.

"I'm, like, so glad that nasty cold that was going around is over and done with," she added, since, no matter what Mae said, it had totally been, like, the Fandom version of a cold.

[howareyanow]

Totally a cold! That Wayne could whole-heartedly and determinedly and stubbornly agree with!

"S'just a bug," he nodded. "Nothin' a little rest, relaxation, and," tearing through the woods on a raving bend of ripping and tearing to shreds nearly anything that decided it might want to get in his way, "time couldn't just fix right up. Glad it's over, though, but, no offense, I think I might be skippin' out on any more hot tub parties in the near future."

Even if he still wasn't sure if it was Delirium or Sidon who might have been agent zero in this case, with a big lean toward the big fish fellow on account of all the scales, but it was over now, so he supposed it didn't matter too much, just so long as maybe Sidon thought a little better about it before he went and got all canoodly in an onsen with a bunch of other people in it. S'just polite, even without brinin' potential shark STDs into the mix.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina made a face at the very mention of the hot tub party.

"I," she said, "I'm never going near the onsen ever again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because, like, who knew what had caused it, but her money was on the onsen and… no thank you, that was not happening again.

"Definitely not throwing a party there again," she said, with a decisive sort of nod. "I haven't, like, thought of my next party," there was totally going to be another party, "but, like, it's going to be something totally different!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

Wayne looked a little thoughtful for a moment, turning down the heat on some eggs while he went to reach for his mug of coffee (yes, of course, the one with the adorable dog on it) and have a sip.

"Been thinkin' about throwin' another bush party out by the old campground," he said. You know, one where he might actually invite people to. "...the weather," yeah, sure, he'll call it that, "s'not been very...cooperative fer bush parties, though..."

[bookbeltof_love]

Parties were generally more fun if people were invited to them!

Nina looked curious, though, at the idea of a bush party.

"Like, a bonfire and drinks and just hanging out??????????????????" She'd be down for that. It sounded almost like the sort of parties they'd have at home, really, more than her hot spring one had been. "That sounds like it'd be a nice sort of time if… if the weather works with us this week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was not counting on anything this week, though, not after last week had started so wonderfully and wound up with… massive colds.

[unusual_sith]

Lana finally ventured out from her room this morning, grateful to feel the usual students around her and not those things. She was dressed in her "home" clothes - armored boots, gloves, and tunic in grey and..well, darker grey, apparently; she couldn't remember if this set was green or red.

She smiled at Wayne. "Good morning. How are you today?"

[howareyanow]

"Good!" Wayne replied, with perhaps a bit more emphasis than usual, feeling the need to really drive that point home a little more this morning. "N'you?"

And he was, of course, already getting started on a plate for Lana, too.

[unusual_sith]

"Very grey, apparently," Lana said wryly. "But otherwise well. Glad the last few weeks have passed." Even with the Dark energies around, she preferred her classmates being themselves.

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm," said Wayne, perhaps with a slight sigh as he cast a glance to his very dull and grey flannel, to the common room as a whole, to the particular monocromatic nature of the breakfast arranged on the plate that he was now handing over to Lana. "Onto the next few, I s'pose. Breakfast?"

[unusual_sith]

"Thank you." Lana eyed the grey food. "I can't say it looks terribly appetizing, but that's not at all due to your cooking. It still smells wonderful."

[howareyanow]

"Well, then," said Wayne, "at least I can say with confidence that it tastes better than it looks..."

Although if it was looking just as bleak to Lana as it was to him, then, perhaps...

"Yous having trouble seeing things in color, too, then?" he ventured, even if he wasn't sure he'd feel better or worse knowing it wasn't just him and some strange after-effect of his recent...cold.

[unusual_sith]

"No colours at all," Lana agreed. "I can't even tell what colour this outfit is. Hopefully it'll be fine once I'm home. Everything's in black and white and shades of grey today."

[howareyanow]

"Same fer meeee," Wayne drawled, a slight sigh in it. "Thought maybe it was just..." But he shook his head. "S'not bad, though, I s'pose," he decided. "Could be worse. If anything, dogs're colorblind, so it can't be too bad, being a bit more like dogs."

[unusual_sith]

"Not the aspect of dogs I'd have chosen, but unless we have to do anything involving specific colours, it shouldn't be dangerous at least," Lana said.

[handystand]

"Hey, you're looking pretty okay today!" Okuyasu said instead of hello as he entered. "You feeling better?"

He was totally going to assume he'd been right about what Wayne had gone through.

[howareyanow]

"Told you it was just a bug," said Wayne, with stubborn conviction that last Wednesday when they'd had that conversation was the pinnacle of the...cold and it never even got worse than it was that day, "and that I wouldn't throw up in your bed."

He was particularly proud of that fact, really, which wasn't even that impressive if you considered that he'd pretty much left the room on Thursday and hadn't returned since just a little bit ago.

There were more important things right now than those piddling, petty details, anyway, and Wayne reached for a plate.

"How 'bout some breakfast, Okuyasu?"

[handystand]

"I'll take some!" Okuyasu said, happily. "Much better than bed vomit, that's for sure. Seems like we're somewhere... okay, not really normal. I hope I can tell the difference between ketchup and chocolate right now, there's a lot I'm having trouble with."

[howareyanow]

And Wayne was going to look at Okuyasu, a look that Okuyasu had probably gotten pretty used to seeing from Wayne, the sort of look that presupposed that he may have been eating way too much sugar cereal.

"That's what reading the labels is for," he suggested, as he offered up a plate full of breakfast food, hoping his roommate could at least still tell the pancakes from the eggs from the bacon.

"But, yeah," he allowed, "place seems to be having trouble with its....colors today."

[handystand]

"Yeah, but like this plate," Okuyasu said, gesturing as he took it. "I have to trust that you've put the right stuff in here, which I do, but if you go to a restaurant right now they could be serving you anything and you wouldn't know!"

[howareyanow]

"Well, I'd think," said Wayne, whose look that suggested that Okuyasu was made out of spare parts wasn't getting any better, "that the restaurant would still want to serve you just what ordered, because it'd be just bad business not to..."

There was, however, a pause.

"Unless..." he ventured, "they got things mixed up, and they could be serving you anything and they wouldn't know. But, well, then, that's just their fault, that's just a labeling problem on their end...."

And that was when Wayne discovered that this could go deeper than he'd first realized. Maybe Okuyasu was onto something there after all.

"Well," he proposed brusquely, "simple solution! Just don't eat at restaurants until this thing clears itself up, and you'll be all set."

He nodded, feeling pretty satisfied and proud of that nugget of logic right there.

[handystand]

Okuyasu was, in some ways, actually made of spare parts. He'd been resurrected or reassembled more than once in the past year.

"Not a bad idea," Okuyasu said. "Also have to be careful when shopping. Certain drinks are going to look a lot like others right now, at least if you're not paying close attention. Not to mention, we could all be wearing mismatched socks or pants that don't match the rest of our outfits."