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! ]]

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[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."