Third floor common room- Monday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had been pretty scarce after the whole Toymaker thing. Even after she felt better about it, she hadn't much wanted to deal with people. But new kids would be here soon and classes would be starting and so she finally decided she had to get out of her room. It was breakfast day, anyway, maybe she could hang out and see if anyone hated her?

So she went up to the third floor and... no Wayne, no breakfast.

"Well, that's new."


[Someone had to! Open!]

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[thishouseishaunted]

Mae burst into the room at high speed, still reveling in not being stuffed. And having a mouth.

"I DEMAND SUSTENANCE!!!!!"

She looked around and blinked.

". . . Where is the breakfast friend?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine shrugged, definitely not thinking about any hugging parties. "Maybe he slept in?"

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae shrugged and nodded. "That'd be fair." She went over to raid the pantry and the fridge. "Let's see, I guess I could make us something."

Bowls of cereal. Mae could make cereal.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'm glad you've decided to step in so the systems don't go hungry," Sabine said, actually sincerely since they probably weren't the only ones used to today being breakfast.

[thishouseishaunted]

"Hey, gotta do my part, right?"

She climbed up on top of the cabinet to look for bowls. This was definitely going to result in broken crockery somewhere.

Possibly deliberately and with a certain degree of glee.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Don't let anyone else's narratives fool you. There was definitely something weird going on this week, because Prompto Argentum was up early on a Monday morning. Something was definitely not right with that!

Buuuuut, being up early on a Monday for a chance meant maybe Prompto could get in on those Monday morning breakfasts he'd been hearing so much about (and maybe enjoying some leftovers in the fridge on occasion, too!). So, since he wasn't sleeping anyway, he drifted on over to the common room with a hopeful sort of hop in in his step.

Peek in.

Ambled in.

Frowned.

"Aww, man, did I miss it? Am I too late?" Then he blinked. "Too early???"

This was all too early for him right now, if he was honest.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"He doesn't seem to be here," Sabine told him. "It's a surprise to all of us."

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto blinked at least a few more times while his foggy morning brain processed things like information and words.

Then he sighed, throwing up his hands. "Oh, sure," he said, "the one time I'm actually up early enough for breakfast Mondays, and the dude's not even here! Mondays are my sleeping in days, Sabine! What are the odds??"

It was like some mysterious force prevented him from ever being in this same room with that other guy on the same day for some unknown but brain-saving reason!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'm sure somehow we'll all survive," she told him. "I'm sure there's still food."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Well, I mean, sure," Prompto agreed, albeit in a sort of reluctant way. "We'll survive, there's almost always still food, but...it's the principle of the matter, Sabine."

And more proof of his own dumb stupid bad luck, he guessed.

[thishouseishaunted]

"I'm making cereal," Mae told him.

It seemed to be a process that required climbing over the cabinets and possibly scaling the shelves in the pantry. In her defense, Mae was very small.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"...I like cereal," said Prompto, tilting his head a little at such kitchen climbing capers, then he grinned a little. "You wanna hook a dude up, Mae? What've we got?"

[thishouseishaunted]

"Sure," Mae said. She peered at the boxes. "We have . . . corny things. Oaty stuff. And brightly colored balls of sugar."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oooh, brightly colored balls of sugar, please!" Prompto chirped with a grin. "The more sugar, the better, right?"

And somewhere, far away, in the far reaches of rural-ass Ontario, Wayne felt a sudden surge of anger over apparently nothing at all.

But, to be faiiirrrrr...Wayne felt sudden surges of anger over apparently nothing at all about twelve times a day.

[bookbeltof_love]

Yeah.

Yeah that was... what... Nina hadn't been hoping to see when she'd poked her head hopefully into the common room.

"Oh," she said, and heaved a tragic, tragic sigh.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Oh. Sabine had never seen that reaction before.

"You okay?"

[bookbeltof_love]

'Wayne, like, told me last week he was leaving," Nina said gloomily, wandering in and draping herself on the couch. "But I was hoping he wouldn't have left already???????????????"

Ugh.

"That's, like, the worst part of boarding schools," she said. "No one ever stays????????"

Except her. Since she had nowhere else to go.

Ugh.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Oh. I would have hoped he'd at least have said goodbye," Sabine frowned.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Right??????????? Like, even one last breakfast bash or another bonfire party or something???????????????? End the summer," which reminded her to talk to Shuri about the potluck, "say goodbye sort of thing??????????????? But to just... leave????????????"

Rude, Wayne.

[thishouseishaunted]

"Hi Nina," Mae greeted. She tilted her head. "Do you want some cereal?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Hi, Mae!!!!!" she said, smiling since she was glad to see her but, like, man that question was kind of depressing. "Sure, I guess???????? What kind are you having???????????"

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae held up a box featuring bright colors and a grinning cartoon character. "Brightly colored balls of sugar," she said. "It turns the milk into a muddy rainbow."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Yeah," said Prompto, waving from where he stood digging into an incredibly exciting box of oaty/cardboard cereal, "that's what I said, too."

It was Monday and he was actually up for breakfast, but there was no breakfast! It was a tragedy</i., Nina! You had no idea! He gave her a faint smile. "Hey, Nina."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina eyed him dubiously.

"Are you, like, feeling okay???????????????" she asked, genuinely concerned. "You're not usually up this early???????????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Uuuugggggghhhhh," Prompto groaned miserably, throwing back his head, which probably didn't help much with Nina's concern. "I know! And it's the worst! I just, like, woke up. And couldn't fall back asleep. So I thought, well, hey. I'm up, might as well go see what this whole Monday morning breakfast thing was all about, and," he swept an arm at the room, "here I am. With my...delicious oat cereal...."