Wayne (
howareyanow) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2020-05-11 05:40 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/11].
Wayne was still mebbe a little bit sore about what felt a little like an attempt at a breakfast coupe to him, what with Nina going and making breakfast yesterday morning, but he s'posed she could have also just been doing what she thought was nice for the new students and didn't want them to have to wait until Monday to get a good meal in their stomachs, and so he supposed he'd just have to wait it out and see if she decided to go ahead and do it every Sunday, just like he did every Monday, and if that were the case, well, then...
She could have at least picked literally any other day of the week that wasn't the one right before his breakfast day, if that were the case.
But again, it was something he wouldn't be able to determine until next week, so there was no point in fussin' about it now, especially not when he had a traditional Monday morning breakfast to start putting together, all the usual trappings and fixing, from yer pancakes and eggs to your bacon and sausage, fruit for the grease-averse, juice, coffee, so on and so forth.
He figgured, what with some people needing to be up for classes and the particular aroma ventilating structure of the dorms itself, there should be at least a few people, if not the good ol' regulars, wandering in to see what's up and to get a little fuel.
It was, after all, the most important meal of the day.
Even if the Internet might tell you that was all just marketing, Nina.
[[ open breakfast is open, come get some food! ]]
She could have at least picked literally any other day of the week that wasn't the one right before his breakfast day, if that were the case.
But again, it was something he wouldn't be able to determine until next week, so there was no point in fussin' about it now, especially not when he had a traditional Monday morning breakfast to start putting together, all the usual trappings and fixing, from yer pancakes and eggs to your bacon and sausage, fruit for the grease-averse, juice, coffee, so on and so forth.
He figgured, what with some people needing to be up for classes and the particular aroma ventilating structure of the dorms itself, there should be at least a few people, if not the good ol' regulars, wandering in to see what's up and to get a little fuel.
It was, after all, the most important meal of the day.
Even if the Internet might tell you that was all just marketing, Nina.
[[ open breakfast is open, come get some food! ]]

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She... was not used to this place.
The siren call of breakfast lured her up one floor though she hesitated, looking in, to find that it was just one boy making a mountain of food. Now, Elli knew that boys tended to eat more than girls but, even so, she rather thought... no, she couldn't assume... perhaps he could eat all of that?
Elli dithered.
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"Goooooooooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina proclaimed as she swanned on in, ready for breakfast.
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except possibly handwavily bc the player kept MEANING to ping and then flaked, but it was the first official day of the new semester, so she and Cam were making it a bit of a point to be here."Good morning, Wayne," she greeted. Camden... well, Camden was just going to pad over and wait expectantly for a sausage or five. She was a hungry mountain cat, here!
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Alara had her first class later that morning and she was trying not to feel too anxious about it, still she thought she might wander a bit beforehand and had ended up at the third floor common room.
She debated for a few moments but curiosity got the better of her and she spotted the different foods that were being made.
“Hey,” she said quietly, finally deciding to stop hovering at the doorway and enter the room.
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