Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/09].

[howareyanow]

Two weeks in a row now, Wayne woke up, got dressed, checked his hawkey fights online, and then headed down to the common room to start making up Monday Morning Breakfast without anything strange or untoward happening. He opened the fridge and found everything precisely as it should be, waiting for him to get to work and get crackin'.

Well.

Except the milk.

"Fuck a duck."

It was purple. Purple. Not even blue, like Lana's weird alien blue milk, but honest-to-God purple. Wayne made a little disconsolate sound in the back of his throat, because he knew milk weren't exposed to be purple, but it smelled alright. It tasted alright. He waited a moment or two to make sure it didn't make him grow a tail or give him spots or make him think he was the Queen of Fucking England or nothing like that, and, for all intents and purposes, it seemed like just regular old milk.

Only purple.

He planned on using it sparingly, but he did sort of wonder if the girls might actually like that it made the pancakes look just a little bit prettier this week.

[[ and it's open! Breakfast time! Come'n'get it ]]

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[following_my_fishie]

Del wasn't actually sure what day it was. Yesterday had been an adventure. She peered cautiously into the kitchen and then gave an almost relieved little, "Yay! Wayne's here! It's Monday, I remembered, yay!"

"I told you it was Monday, Delirium," Barnabas said patiently.

"That's different than finding out myself," she said cheerfully, "but now I know!"

And yes, this girl liked very much that the pancakes were pretty. "Ooooh! Purple! Pretty! May I have two, please? And some bacon for Barnabas?" Beat. "Also please?"

[howareyanow]

"Delirium! Barnabas!" They each got a hearty greeting and a nod and an appreciation for the politeness and proper manners. And maybe just a bit of pride squaring his shoulder a little more over the idea that Mondays meant Wayne in the common room making breakfast. It was a little thihng, mebbe, but it felt good. At least it helped make him feel a little better about being there in the common room making breakfast instead of doing it back home. "Yes, you may!"

A plate of two pancakes for Delirium, a plate of bacon for Barnabas, and he went to set the latter down on the floor and handed the former over to Del with a "How are ya now?"

[following_my_fishie]

Del skipped to a table with her pancakes and set down Barnabas' plate for him. "Thank you! How am I right now? I'm very happy because there are pretty pancakes! How are you today, Wayne?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Goooooooooooooooooood mooooooooooooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ah yes, the battle cry of Nina, who bounced in looking delighted and like she'd gotten a rather lot of sun over the weekend.

Because she had.

Also, there was a bluebird trailing in behind her.

[howareyanow]

"Nina!" said Wayne, of course, because that was just as traditional as the breakfast itself, if not even more so, and he was already putting together her plate, and, naturally, wondering about the bluebird while also wondering if he'd even want to know. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she bubbled, wandering on over to him. "Like, oh my gosh, I got to swim all weekend and go fishing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The scenery was so gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which was true. Though she wasn't just talking about the location. Mmmm.

"How are you???????????????????"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine wasn't a regular at these breakfasts or anything, but every once in a while she liked to show up.

"Morning."

It was hard to follow Nina, okay.

[howareyanow]

And it was always nice to see her when she did.

And it was appreciated that she didn't try to follow up Nina or, worse, outdo her.

"Sabine," Wayne nodded a greeting to match her own. "How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Not too bad yet," said Sabine, who was a realist. "How are you today, Wayne?"

[bookbeltof_love]

And Nina loved being hard to follow!

"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Hi, Nina," Sabine smiled. Good mood today?"

There did seem to be more vowels than usual!

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was in a state much more befitting a social situation this week, and, although she didn't exactly plan on eating much of the food that was definitely being prepared without gloves (she'd even eaten something in her own common room before coming up; nothing much, because she couldn't cook much herself, but enough to tide her over, she hoped), this breakfast thing was clearly a opportunity to engage with her fellow classmates over some ritualistic bonding of a sort.

And she had, of course, made something else before coming up.

"I've brought tea," she said, by way of greeting, with a soft smile as she came in, holding up her flask, "if anyone would want some."

Because that coffee stuff was terrible, and, even though it helped with the hangover a bit, she couldn't see why anyone would drink that over some good, proper tea.

They would have to use the common cups, though, because the look she imagined on Kalr Five's face for even thinking of letting ungloved hands touch that tea set was enough to convince her to only bring it out for special occasions.

Ones where everyone would be properly dressed.

[howareyanow]

"I'd have some tea," said Wayne, who really was more about the coffee, but if someone was offering, it seemed impolite not to take 'em up on it. He took a second to look Tisarwat up and down. "Tisarwat. How are ya now?"

Looking significantly more alive than last week, he could tell her that much already.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"Better," Tisarwat offered with a smile, moving to fill the shamelessly modded mug that Wayne had held out, even though his shamelessly modded sharp movements to do so threw her a little. "Thank you. Smarter, at least, going into this next week. And how are you?"

[unusual_sith]

Lana perked up a little. "I'll have tea, thank you."

Since there wasn't caf, she generally made do with coffee, but tea was a good thing.

Then, because she remembered, she pulled on a pair of gloves before reaching for a cup.

"How was your first week here?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

And Tisarwat wouldn't be able to help smiling a little anytime someone actually did put on a pair of gloves for her sake. She might have felt a little bad about it, like she was receiving special treatment or something like that, but the fact was that they really did make her feel more comfortable talking to a person, so they could have a nice civilized engagement instead of her being distracted by trying not to be distracted by the indecency of it all.

"It's been....enlightening," Tisarwat said with a small laugh, holding the flask ready to pour Lana some tea once she had her cup. "Very...interesting and eventful, and I still feel there's so much more still to learn, but it seems there will be time. How has your week been? Probably not nearly as exciting."

[mother_forker]

Coming back from her work out, Eleanor got off on the wrong floor and found herself in the middle of a bunch of people eating breakfast. She gave out some kind of grunt of acknowledgement and opened a cabinet to see if there was some free food she could steal, clearly ignoring the food Wayne was preparing and sharing.

[howareyanow]

Wayne took a moment to just sort of watch Eleanor as she came in, grunted, then seemed to walk right on by the food that was pretty clearly already there (he looked, for a moment, at the food,confirming this to be true, and then back to Eleanor as she started rifling through the cabinets).

"....how are ya now?" he offered, sounding maybe a mite confused.

[mother_forker]

"Fine. Just getting breakfast," she replied poking around in the shelf to find a very old box of pop-tarts labelled Jamie Madrox. She shrugged and started to unwrap one of the foil wrappers. "What's this? Someone's birthday breakfast? Why's the milk purple?"

[unusual_sith]

"Eleanor, good morning." Lana nodded to her sibling. "How has your first week been?"

[mother_forker]

Oh. Hey. Albino-sister girl. What was her name? Something with an L. Laura. Nope. It would come to her.

"Weird," she stated darkly. "Did you know that the ethics teacher is a jerk? Also? One of the bars is owned by a vampire or something. And apparently books can fly."

She took a bite of the stale pop tart she found made a face but continued eating.

"I'm not sure why this place is the way it is but apparently it's all here to freak me out."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine hadn't met her yet, so there was a half-cautious wave in her direction, since she wasn't entirely sure what to make of the grunt yet.

[unusual_sith]

Lana came in and smiled. "Good morning, Wayne. How are you?"

She was destined to never get it quite right.

[howareyanow]

It was...close enough. He s'posed....because his response back still had all the brusque sort of cheerfulness Wayne was likely starting to be a bit known for, at least in his greetings.

"Good!" he said. "N'you?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Morning," Sabine greeted her.