Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/31].

[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't get a chance to chat with many of the newbies on picnic day, meaning he didn't have many chances to let them know about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, hopefulleh, the breakfast would take care of letting them know itself through the power that was cooking aromas working its way through this school's odd kind of ventilation system. Or word would get around somehow. Or he'd just have a lot of leftovers for the week, and that was okay, too, though not exactly optimal.

Honestly, though, by Monday morning (though a bit of a later start than usual since he wound up with a class first period; that was hardly going to stop breakfast, though!), he was mostleh just feeling glad that, when he came into the common room, all the stuff he'd gotten for it was there and just the way he'd left them, there wasn't anything weird going on with any of the equipments or cupboards or dishes, no abundance of weird ingredients, no lurking gremlins, no nothing out of the ordinary....which was a little out of the ordinary, but Wayne, who was about 95% sure this island was going to try and fuck up the first Monday Morning Breakfast of a new semester, was not going to complain!


...not about that, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[x_discospider_x]

And once there was food in Troy's stomach, therefor taking care of one basic need, he could now focus on another one like socializing. Multitasking? Never really one of his strong suits.

"S'up, Miles?" he asked with a lift of his chin to the guy. "How's it going?"

It would be kind of interesting to see if his brain had managed to get a wrinkled as Troy's own since they last talked before the bus here.

[sparkinyou]

"Hey, Troy," Miles said giving him a grin. "I'm-"

That's a good question.

"Okay? I guess? I don't know. This whole place is different. At least my roommate and I are getting along so that's good. How about you?"

[x_discospider_x]

Damn. He knew he asked it first, but that was a good question, wasn't it? Troy was going to take a moment to think about it.

"My room's pretty much a blanket fort," he offered, "and my roommate is a straight-up hottie. I have one class today and it's about superheroes, there's free breakfast, and my big sib is a talking cat, although she said she couldn't give me magical powers, so...I'd put it...somewhere around...five outta seven."

Yeah, he was absolutely down with just rolling with this while he still could.

[sparkinyou]

"Really? I'm in that super hero-"

Wait.

"Did you say your big sib is a talking cat?"

How did he miss that?

[x_discospider_x]

And he didn't even mention the talking rat that he was definitely avoiding thinking about!

But only because rats were unpopular! Not for any other reason.

"Yeahhhhh," said Troy, who did not look nearly as excited about this as he felt he should be, "she talks and wears people clothes but she doesn't even have magical powers herself..."

Which seemed like a tragic waste, if you asked Troy.

[sparkinyou]

"Well she's already a talking cat," Miles pointed out. "How much more magical do you need to be?"

And Miles had met Freya! She was nice! At least to him.