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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[amitragic]

Did wandering around aimlessly and vaping count?

Ulysses shrugged and ran a hand back through his hair, which flopped back down as soon as his fingers were through it. "I don't know, I just... read, like a fair bit? And I go to the mainland a lot, just to hang out."

And to wander around. Vaping.

[hourtohour_notetonote]

Well, that thing with the hair was something Simon hadn't known he found hot, so now this conversation was educational, too!

"Oh, yeah?" Simon asked, perking up a bit. "What kind of stuff do you read?"

[amitragic]

"Uh, books?"

Also a ton of conspiracy theory sites on the internet, but he knew that didn't make a great first impression.

"I mean, like, classics. I'm doing Kerouac right now." Because it was a time-honored hipster tradition.