Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/15].

[howareyanow]

Aww....fuck.

There was a problem with breakfast. Wayne didn't like when there was a problem with breakfast, but at least the problem with breakfast usually involved the food being a bit different than he expected, be it in type of food or color or abundance of one thing over the other, but he'd yet to have a problem exactly like this before. And that was the problem that everything....pots, pans, plates, mugs, utentsils, bowls, everything...had been placed extremely high up, and far from any countertop that he could climb to reach it. Even the chairs seemed just a bit too short, leaving him to just look up at the ceiling where all the things were, and truly not appreciating this level of Monday morning shenanigans.

Fuck.

Someone might need to get a ladder.

[[ random breakfast is open! there might even eventually be some food? ]]

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[white_oleander]

Perhaps taking a cue for another bright blonde at this school, Astrid was actually all smiles while she came into the common room to grab some breakfast before heading to her classes. She wouldn't go as far as to pepper her conversation with an excess of punctuation, though she did notice all the things gathered on the ceiling out of Wayne's reach and had to laugh.

"So much for breakfast," she giggled. "Unless someone knows where to get a ladder."

[howareyanow]

"Shouldn't be too hard to find one," Wayne, suddenly a bit overdressed fer Monday Morning Breakfast, but looking very good while doing it, "if it all doesn't come down here pretty soon..."

Then he gave her a nod, which seemed rather formal all of a sudden, although it was really just his normal nod. "Astrid. How are ya now?"

[white_oleander]

Astrid could have answered Wayne with words, but that somehow seemed less logical to her than answering his rote and regular question with a kiss.

If only she knew how this was apparently going to be a theme with her day...

[howareyanow]

Wayne certainly had no idea that Astrid had felt that way, and while he might have felt a little bit flattered, there was the whole fact that Wayne didn't feel that way about anyone but Shuri, and he planned to keep it that way, thank you very much. As Astrid came near, he just pulled his head back, marginally out of the tragectory of her kiss, and said, "Pump the breaks, there, Super Chief."

[dauntlessdragoon]

It was funny; even though she knew by now that she could find breakfast in the third floor common room on Monday mornings, Freya could usually also follow her nose to the aromas of Wayne's excellent cooking. But that morning, she couldn't smell anything and, half worried that there might be something wrong with her sense of smell, she headed upstairs to find out.

And just stood there, considering the conundrum with a flick of her tail.

"Huh."

[howareyanow]

Wayne's head moved, from looking up at the all the kitchen stuff on the ceiling to toward the door where Freya stood, tilting with interest.

"Freya," he greeted. "How are ya now?"

[dauntlessdragoon]

Freya was about to answer, genuinely and honestly, but the whole absurdity of the situation caught up with her. Here they were, in a room where they'd usually have breakfast, with all the things to make that breakfast just out of reach. She could, of course, simply jump up and retrieve them all with ease; it was barely a hop for her, but she was too busy being caught up in a sudden burst of laughter over everything to tend to that right now.

"Ha," she said, and the laughter grew, "ha ha ha!"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had been pretty absent from breakfast lately, so she should really make an appearance.

Even if that appearance www decidedly more boylike as she said, "Good morning."

[howareyanow]

Since Wayne wasn't exactly doin' a whole lot of cooking right now with all the stuff up on the ceiling like that, he was just sort of leaning on the cabinets with his thumb in his beltloop, waiting for some sort of solution to present itself, and he nodded to the unfamiliar face.

"How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It was then that Sabine, again a girl, looked up at the ceiling. "I'm okay. But oh, that's terrible."

[howareyanow]

Apparently, watching Sabine turn from a masculine version of herself into the normal more feminine one was a bit too much for Wayne, on top of all the ceiling stuff, because while he was leaning on that cabinet, he must have found a nice bottle of Gus'n'Bru (as well as a nice party hat), and was just going to meet that comment with a much needed gulp from it.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'm really concerned about this entire situation," she told him, looking away as she said it. It was too hard.

[howareyanow]

And Wayne, who was wishing he really still had that bottle of whiskey, just looked at Sabine very pretty and very distraught, all at once.

"That," he declared, in a much softer voice, "is a Texas-sized 10-4."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"This day, I swear," Sabine said seriously, into a comlink she shouldn't even have yet.

[howareyanow]

Well, while Sabine was talking into her comm she shouldn't have, Wayne was making himself comfortable I a hot tub that wasn't there before. Keeping his hands strictly out of the water, of course.

"Fuck a duck," he said, which seemed the only appropriate response to random hot tubs or any of all thos, realleh.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine, suddenly with her helmet on, pulled out her paint sprayer.

Threateningly?

[howareyanow]

Which made Wayne, now dry and fully clothed, a bit angry, really.

"And now what's that going to help do to fix any of this?" he demanded. "Fuck, Sabine, figgur it ouwt."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine burst into tears.

[howareyanow]

Wayne sat down on the edge of a table, folding his arms as he looked at Sabine. "Now what in the world is crying about it gonna do?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Fine," Sabine said, not caring what he did or thought right now.

[howareyanow]

Well, that got cleared up real quick, which was good, because Wayne would have felt a little bad about making Sabine cry like that. But since she got over it, his attention shifted back to the ceiling.

"Now about all this tom fuckery... "

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Why is this place always so out of hand?" Sabine demanded, looking a little growly.

[howareyanow]

"Put a fucking shirt on," said Wayne.

Because that was an answer, apparently.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine answered that by being four.

"That's a bad word," she noted.

[howareyanow]

And now she was four, and Wayne didn't, uh, didn't much care fer kids, so he was just going to stand there with his head tilted expectantly until this one passed right on and Sabine stopped being four.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri burst out laughing as she came in. "You just can't catch a break, can you?"

[howareyanow]

Something fell from the ceiling, landing right behind him, but it wasn't any of the kitchen stuff, just some burned debris.

His shoulders slagged.

"Can confirm," he murmured, not so much miserable as just....despondent.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Aww, poor Wayne. And Shuri was sympathetic, truly, it was just...food on the ceiling. It was funny!

"At least it's not pizza?"

[howareyanow]

"Pizza," Wayne said, pulling out a chair and having a seat at the table, leaning back and considered the convenient bottle of whiskey already there, "would be at least better than nothing ."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"You're not drinking alcohol for breakfast, are you?" Shuri asked, looking shocked.