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

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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"Sure," Vette agreed with a laugh, "but there aren't exactly any ancient ruins to explore around here, are there? I need ruins, Wayne."

A pause.

"The scrapyard is kind of close, though."

Wayne took a moment to consider that, as if he might have somehow managed to come across any ruins on the island that might have slipped Vette's notice.

"Jus' a bit," he concluded. "This place is pretty dry on ruins, it's true."

"It's kind of tragic. What is a treasure hunter to do, right?" Vette gave her head a sad shake, pausing only to pop a bite of pancake into her mouth. "I have to figure out something that's similar, now. Preferably something that doesn't have me wandering around in the sewers or something, since that's sort of the last Fandom frontier that I haven't explored yet."

Because: Sewers. Ew.

Wayne could sympathetize with the reluctance, Vette, but, on the other hand...

"This place," he mused, "seems like just the sort of place that'd put all its treasure down in the sewers, though."

Vette's fork paused about midway between her mouth and the plate.

"... Why would you do that to me, Wayne?"

Now she had to check, or she'd be wondering about it forever.

Wayne caught that pause, slowly realized just what it was about what he'd said that would have caused it, and then realized that he couldn't feel bad about it even if he tried. After all...

"Well, ya said you'd be bored and twitchin', didn't ya?" he said. "Get after it. Now you've got something to do and plenty of showerin' to do afterwards to kill even more time."

So, you know, a thank you Wayne would be nice.

"I'm going to get bitten my a gremlin or eaten by an alligator or something," Vette mumbled, eating another bite of pancake sullenly. "And then I'll be insane or dead and filthy."

She ate another bite.

"... But if there is something interesting down there, it'll be totally worth it."

"And just think of the stories!" said Wayne, encouragingly, with a flip of his pancake, because he was now completely convinced that this was exactly the sort of thing Vette needed to get her through her bout of Ninalessness.

"And there I was," Vette narrated, waving her fork in the air, "knees-deep in nasty water, when I spotted it! The golden plunger!"

...

"You know, I've been living here too long," she noted. "That actually almost sounds plausible."

"Y'see," said Wayne, "that's what I'm saying. Considering fuck all that goes on out here above the surface, I bet there's got to be some real shit to be dug up down there, too."

It was the sort of shit he was pretty sure he'd want no part of, but it definitely seemed the sort of shit that might be right up Vette's alley, and so more power to her, he s'posed.

"I'll be sure to thank you personally when I'm holding some priceless relic that I've dug out of the muck," Vette decided, nodding solemnly.

And that's all he wanted, really, was to be acknowledged in gratitude.

"Apologies in advance," Wayne added, with a nod, "if it winds up bein' cursed."

Because...this island.

"Hey, curses are all part of the territory," Vette replied, shrugging. "That's how I wound up here in the first place, after all."

Well. She assumed.

"See, at least you got a curse," Wayne pointed out. "All's I got is a very insistent uncle."

Though, truth be told, ever since he got back from his little misstep back to Letterkenny, he wasn't actually minding being here pretty much at all outside the utter lack of chorin' to be had.

Give or take a few twerpy kings.

Vette considered that for a moment, lips faintly pursed.

"Sounds nice," she decided. "Where do I sign up for a very insistent uncle?"

"I think you just kind of get stuck with them," Wayne said, sounding a little apologetic about it, "unfortunateleh..."

He considered possibly offering up his, but, even for all his insisting that Wayne got out of Letterkenny for while, Uncle Eddie was a real great guy. A real fuckin'g reat guy.

"Same with sisters, huh?" Vette's smile was a little wry. "Yours seemed nice enough, though. I think maybe you're both pretty lucky, there."

"Now that's a Texas-size 10-4," Wayne said, emphatically. "She seemed to have fun while she was here, too. M'glad the two of you seemed ot get along, but I always figgured the two of you would."

"Once she got over the initial 'oh hey, an alien' excitement, she was pretty fun," Vette decided, grinning a bit. "I wouldn't mind hanging out with her some more. You should talk her into coming here, Wayne."

They'd be menaces, it'd be terrible for all involved.

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

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