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.

[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]

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?"

[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?"

[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.

[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.

[howareyanow]

There was, perhaps, a faint grunt at the mention that apparently Nina wasn't even around, thus sort of making his getting up early pointless, but, at the end of the day, getting up early was never pointless because that just meant you could get more chorin' done. Or, he supposed, in this case, a little more breakfast.

"Oh, did ya, now?" asked Wayne, finishing up that plate and passing it one over. "Well, good fer you. I think we can all agree that the weekend was at least slightly better off fer everyone without any kneecappings."

No matter how much someone might deserve it.

And wasn't that just a bit of an odd feeling fer Wayne, thinking it was a good thing when someone--who absolutely deserved it--didn't get himself kneecapped. But he was trying not to dwell on it, so he was going to move onto something else.

"Any idea on when Nina'll be back?"

He'd put his money on when its most inconvenient and/or obnoxious.

[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?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne may have rumbled a little at that; it was just a natural instinct when a cat-like-thing went winding itself around his ankles when he was trying to work to just give it a ltitle nudge away with his boot (and, someitmes, if it was a particularly stubborn cat, a bit more of a kick), especially in the house, but he had to remind himself that this wasn't exactly the farm and Kyubey wasn't exactly one of Katy's adopted barncats she just let run amok all over the place.

"Not so bad," he answered, and he meant it, mostleh. "Fix you up a plate?"

[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?"

[abbreviateme]

"Yes, please!" Since that had been, in fact, the reason for the winding. Feed the not-quite-a-cat creature, Wayne! "Oh, I meant to ask—did you ever find your destiny?"

That had been strange, not being quite himself.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Not a clue," Vette admitted, shaking hear head a little as she took the plate and made a beeline for the bacon. "She didn't even say what she was going off to do, exactly. For all I know when she gets back she'll have conquered a small moon somewhere or something."

[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]

"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."

[howareyanow]

Much to the chagrin, no doubt, of the inhabitants of said small moon.

"More'n likeleh," Wayne mused. "Be nice to have some quiet around here fer a change, though."

HE MEANT THAT WITH LOVE, NINA.

Even if he did actually mean it a bit more than just a rib, too, because he was now realizing how it was going to be nice to not have her potentially poking him about the drama of the weekend.

[howareyanow]

Wayne sort of blinked at the bit of a rambling there and remembered that, right, probably not everyone knew about Monday Morning Breakfasts yet.

"Well," he said, taking a moment to look at how much food actually was already prepared, "it's fer everyone, so..."

He trailed off a little, either to let the point hang there for the taking or just because that was how Wayne talked, it was hard to tell.

"Unless you'd rather stick with the stale cereal."

Wayne would definitely judge you over it, Eleanor, but to each his own, he s'posed.

[howareyanow]

Wayne wasn't quite sure what not-quite-a-cat creatures ate, mostley, so he just put a little bit of everything on the plate with maybe a little more bacon, and figgured Kyubey could work it out on his own.

"Not the whole thing," Wayne admitted, and then took a moment to consider where to put the plate, and settled on just the floor, but a bit out of the way, so no one was tripping over him while he ate, "but I think I'd've gotten there if I had more time. Mostleh got to the amulet. Got to the fightin'. There was some bit about a mysterious cave I was supposed to take on next, but that's when things went back to normal, I think."

[howareyanow]

The fact that all those pop-tarts in these cupboards seemed to be exceptionally stale only seemed to give more fuel to the fire of why anyone would even bother.

"Every Monday!" said Wayne with a stout, proud sort of nod. "It's tradition. I'll fix you up a plate, if you like. Not sure it'll compare to yer sister's, but...what'll ya have?"

[hourtohour_notetonote]

"A little of everything?" Simon ventured. "I mean, it's maybe not as fancy as what Nora cooks, but if it tastes as good as it smells, I'm not going to be disappointed."

It all really did smell really good. ... Mostly the bacon.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Yeah, I guess," Vette replied, tilting her head a little. "I dunno, I'm used to the energy of her, you know? So I'll probably be twitching around the island all week just trying to keep busy."

[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]

And Wayne could sympathetize with that, even if he had gotten a bit more used to the lacksidasical pace of the place.

"Well," he offered, "I'm sure you can think of something. No lack of things to do around here if you really know how to look fer it."

[abbreviateme]

Kyubey wound around underfoot as Wayne carried his food over to an out-of-the-way spot and then sat down primly in front of the plate.

"Thank you," he said cheerfully. "It's too bad that you never found your destiny; I was curious what it was. All I remember was that it was very important."