fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning (Daytime) [07/08].

The fact that Wayne had bothered to take a quick glance outside first before heading down to the common room was showing some sort of progress, though he figured it didn't matter much what was going on outside exactly, because it would pretty much mean that the week was pretty fucked even if it did look normal, although, to be faaaiiirrrrr, last week's wasnt' too bad. He didn't care for the whole getting lost thing whenever he wanted to go somewhere, and he felt sort of bad kicking the asses of critters not even half his size, but, look, you don't go around trying to kidnap people and drag them into sewers and not expect to get your asses kicked because of it. You just don't, so he didn't feel that bad about it at the end of the day.

He was, however, glad to see at least the food in the fridge hadn't been messed with this week, so he could set about making his usual breakfast to start the week with. Because, no matter what wound up happening by the time Friday rolled around, at least Monday morning could be nice and normal, dependable and expected.

It was the little things in life that counted, after all.

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

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"Well, maybe I'll give them another try sometime," Vette hedged. "You know, I'll get you to give them a quality check first just to be sure."

And that way if she wound up at a magical ball, in a magical ball, she'd know who to blame.

"I'd offer to have my little sister check on how the crop back home's comin' in," Wayne mused. "We got a coupla peach trees. Nothing much, just a little to fill in the produce stand a bit. But I'm sure by the time it managed to get through customs and make its way down here, they wouldn't be nearleh as good. S'sort of thing you want right off the tree, if you can get it."

"You know," Vette mused, "I don't think I've ever actually had fruit right off the tree? I'm sure it's great, but... where I'm from isn't really much for agriculture."

What with having no accessible ground.

That could make things a bit difficult, it was true.

"S'best way to have it, realleh," said Wayne, though he was a bit biased, and it didn't make him sad to think that people could go their whole lives without ever having fruit right off the tree before, but it did make him feel even more convinced that big city degens really didn't even know just how bad they had it, now, did they? "Highly recommended! Just maybe not here. Fuck, I'm not sure I'd really trust much of anything that came out of the ground around here."

"Yeah, this whole place seems like it's been put together wrong," Vette replied, frowning a little and poking at a piece of bacon with her fork. "And I mean, it's not the first place I've ever been that I can say that about, but this one definitely seems to be putting some extra effort into it."

"I've said it before," said Wayne, "and I'll say it again, but I'm pretty sure this is not what my uncle Eddie had in mind when he sent me here to see a bit more of the wooooorllldddd...."

And he frowned a little, squinting.

"Though I s'pose," he allowed, a bit reluctantly, "it's definitely been...an experience."

"It'd be a hard one to match," Vette agreed. "But, hey, what doesn't kill you, right?"

...

"I regret saying that already."

Wayne grunted a little in agreement.

"Besides," he said, "statement like that is objectively untrue. Gettin' your dominant hand mangled up in a woodchipper, fer example, doesn't kill ya, more'n likeleh, but it sure doesn't make you stronger, either, because now you've only got one hand, and it's not even yer good one. Unless you're ambidextrous, I s'pose, but then you've just gone from ambidextrous to just..dextrous."

"... Okay, but what if you get a really cool cyborg hand?"

Just wondering. That was totally a thing back home, after all.

"Well, okay, sure," said Wayne, after a moment to think about that, "if yer bringing bionic enhancements into the mix, then I'd say that was doesn't kill you does, in fact, make you stronger, assuming that the following conditions are met. Number A: you can even get one in the first place. Number B: the craftsmanshp is more that a step up from decent. And Number C: it's not likeleh to malfunction on you too much."

Then, his head tilted slightly, the tilt of a small revelation.

"Just like any piece of equipment, if you get right down to 'er."

"Well, sure," Vette allowed, nodding. "I've seen some pretty bad cybernetics. But then again, I've seen some impressive ones too. It really all depends on how many credits you've got, you know?"

... That said, they weren't anything approaching pretty, in her time. Little more than metallic skeletal bits with occasional built-in blasters.

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning (Daytime) [07/08].

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