Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/30].

[howareyanow]

Well, now, that was an exciting weekend. It wasn't every day that a simple Letterkenny farmboy found himself on the edges of creatin' what he could only imagine would be quite the international incident. And Wayne found he didn't really much care for excitement, anyway, so, while he really was going to miss having Katy around, he was mostly just glad to have things go back to normal again.

Normal fer this place, anywhey.

He got up a little extra early this morning, too, jus' in case he had to go and beat Nina to the punch, not realizing that it wouldn't even be an issue this week. Still, he was glad to see the common room empty when he got there, and he set to the task of getting breakfast started. Because Katy'd mentioned it, he even thought of doing French toast, since apparently Nina made her some (and it had involved cabbage!), but everyone knew French toast was just a waste of time, so fuck all that. He was sticking with the standards: pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, so on, so forth. And he had something to do, and it was productive, and so he was feeling pretty alright.

[[ if it's breakfast, it's open! ]]

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[chirpchirpchirp]

"Wayne! How are ya now!"

Vette, at least, was looking better today than she had been yesterday. Which was mostly one part 'thank goodness all the people are gone' and one part relief to see that Wayne, at least, was doing well enough today to be up to his usual breakfast shenanigans.

Even if there was that low-key bead of worry about Nina up and taking off in the dead of night. She kind of just figured Nina knew what she was doing, right?

Right.

[howareyanow]

Wayne would have to be feeling pretty poorleh indeed if he were to go so far as to skip out on Monday Morning Breakfast, and this one felt especially important if he wanted to just keep on keepin' on and put last weekend mostley behind him.

"Good!" he answered, and he did mean it, already going to fix Vette up a plate. "N'you?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Oh, not so bad," Vette replied, trailing along behind him, because: Plate! "I guess Nina has gone off to do some business somewhere, so things are quiet in the room. And you'll be relieved to know that I got through the whole weekend without kneecapping anybody."

And the resulting being killed dead that would have happened, likely.

[unusual_sith]

"Morning, Vette." Lana smiled. "I see you made it through the weekend."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"And I didn't even kneecap anybody," Vette agreed, grinning proudly at that.

... That was such a low bar, Vette.

[amitragic]

Most Monday mornings, Ulysses only managed to drag himself out of bed with minutes to spare before he had to try and sprint out of the dorms to get to class, so he was blissfully unaware of any and all Monday breakfast traditions that were happening right on his very floor.

But guess today was going to be different, because here he was, wearing some tie-dyed hipster nonsense t-shirt and red shorts as he padded in, rubbing the heel of his hand over one bleary eye before his other senses decided to wake up, and --

"Jesus Chriiiist, it smells amazing in here. That's unfair, man."

[howareyanow]

Monday Morning Breakfast certainly did have its usual suspects, but then there were always those mornings where it seemed to pull someone new right out of the woodwork, which was, in a way, sort of the point And there were probably lots of words to describe Monday Morning Breakfast that went beyond Tradition, sure, but unfair seemed a bit of an odd one. Wayne frowned at the current pancake in his skillet before flipping it.

"Unfair how?" he asked, and then gave the other guy a nod, because the question sort of ruined the cadence of Wayne's usual greeting, but, in cases like that, a nod worked to set things on track and he added: "How are ya now?"

[amitragic]

"Good, man, how are you?" Ulysses replied, because he may have been a disaster in many ways, but he still had manners. "And I mean, uh, unfair like here you are with, like, a full breakfast spread that smells fucking incredible and probably tastes that way too, and like, here are people like me who are probably just gonna have some stale cereal before class, 'cause we didn't take that kind of initiative or like... plan to have breakfast."

So he maybe hadn't guessed there was any sharing involved. And also he was rambly as shit when he'd only just woken up. Sorry.

Also, fuck, did all of that sound like an accusation? He held up his hands, just a bit. "But it's cool, man, you do you. Good for you."

[abbreviateme]

Kyubey had spent the weekend creeping on people people watching and, now, feeling the need to be companionable and the mun needs to toss SOMEONE in this common room if not Nina he trotted on in, tail flooping behind him and ears perked eagerly.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully.

[howareyanow]

The most interaction Wayne really had with Kyubey, that he could recall, was that one weekend when the little guy had been creeping in his room to give him that Big Damn Destiny that turned out to pretty much be a hill of beans (was that really only two weekends ago?), but he wasn't about to go and hold something like that against a weird-cat-person-type-thing.

"Kyubey," he nodded. "How are ya now?"

[abbreviateme]

"I'm doing well, thank you!" Kyubey said, drifting over to wind himself around Wayne's ankles. "And yourself?"

[amitragic]

Did Ulysses make kind of a quiet little 'ack!' sound at the appearance of a talking cat... creature? Yes.

Was he embarrassed? Also yes.

He'd spent the last month or so trying to just be cool with his new surroundings, you know, after the first two weeks off waiting for the fever dream to pass until he'd accepted it wasn't going to. And he was getting pretty good at it!

But guess it still didn't work this early in the day. "Uh... Good morning," he said, trying to save face.

[hourtohour_notetonote]

Simon hadn't really planned to get up anything like 'early' (read: 'sometime before noon') on Mondays, seeing as he didn't have class and all, but given the new job that is TOTALLY ABOUT to be offered in another thread, his plans had been a little derailed.

Which, conveniently, meant that he got to follow his nose down a floor that morning and walk into the third floor common room.

"Please tell me you're sharing," he said. "That smells amazing."

[howareyanow]

Seemed like today was just an out-of-the-woodwork sort of day, which Wayne didn't mind much at all. It was always good to see a few new faces here and there, let the roots of this tradition spread a little further. He recognized Simon from his shop class, of course, and gave the other boy a nod.

"Plenty to go around," he assured him. "How are ya now?"

[hourtohour_notetonote]

Simon was just coming out all over.

"Good! Better, now, since I don't have to scrounge up a stale poptart," he said, with a grin. "Only really bad thing about coming to school here is missing out on my sister's cooking. You do this often, or is this a special occasion?"

[amitragic]

"Does it not smell basically like heaven in here, right?"

Ulysses was pretty happy with this free breakfast situation, yes. And apparently it led to interjections like the above.

He'd also almost entirely finished the piece of pancake he'd been chewing on, so it was only a little muffled!

[hourtohour_notetonote]

"I had no--" Simon cut himself off and swallowed his own bite of food before starting again. "I had no idea this was a thing, but apparently he does it every Monday?" He gave the other exceptionally cute boy a smile and waved with his fork. "All of a sudden, I'm glad I've got a job on Mondays now if it means I get to wake up in time for this."

... Because without the job, he would still absolutely be sleeping in, even knowing that breakfast was a thing.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

On the one (gloved) hand, Tisarwat was still feeling a little despondant over the fact that her hopes to sneak off back to the Radch with Zieat hadn't exactly worked out the way she'd been hoping.

On the other (gloved) hand, this meant Tisarwat was not stuck with a Presger Translator for however long it would have taken to get back to the Radch.

It felt very much like a coin with both sides the same, but a decent silver lining.

After all, things weren't terrible here; they weren't great, but she actually did enjoy things like Monday Morning Breakfast, even if she really didn't eat breakfast, especially not with the wave of disappointment that hit her over the fact that Wayne was cooking instead of Nina. She hoped that wasn't a one-time thing, unless she could start on getting Wayne to wear gloves, but...Tisarwat was an excellent strategist. She knew how to pick her battles."

At least there was tea, though, and as she came in with her flask, heading toward her usual spot on the couch, she took in a few not-typical faces and nodded. "Morning," she said, " if anyone wants tea..." She held up her flask. "I've brought some."

[howareyanow]

Tisarwat and her tea really were becoming a part of the tradition, too, Wayne felt, and so it was no surprise that no sooner had she walked in that he quickly drained the last of his coffee in his mug and then held it out for her before she got too comfortable there.

"I'd have some tea!" he declared. "Tisarwat. How are ya now?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Gods, Wayne, could you at least rinse out the cup first? Tisarwat gave that mug with the remnants of coffee still clinging to the inside a disparaging look, but she still dutifully poured some tea in for him, but if he didn't notice that she wasn't filling it up too much, then that would be fine.

"I'm alright," she said, nodding, "thanks. How about yourself? Did you have any visitors this weekend?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Good morning," Shuri sang out, comm unit in one hand and a jar of something with tomatoes, chiles, an onion in another. "Okoye gave me two gifts before she left: tomato relish for eggs and to look the other way when I shaved off half of T'Challa's beard."

[howareyanow]

Wayne was just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that he'd somehow managed to find a girl who not only took it upon herself to shave off half of her brother's beard on account of him bein' a jerk, she downright reveled in it.

"Now there's a good friend," he noted with a faint grin of approval. A grin that might have actually gotten a tiny bit bigger as he looked over to give her a nod. "Shuri. How are ya now?"

[following_my_fishie]

Delirium bounced in, "Yay, it's Monday! Hi Wayne! How are you now?"

Barnabas was notably absent.

[howareyanow]

"Good--" Wayne started, noticed the distinct lack of a certain good bo, and may have faltered slightly with a frown; he had a plate of bacon already set aside an' everything! "--n'you?"

Delirium. Just Delirium.

He hoped everything was okay.

[unusual_sith]

"Good morning, Wayne. How are you today?"

So. Close.