Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/15].

[howareyanow]

Breakfast that morning...might be a bit slow going.

Because when Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast, something felt...off. Something definitely felt...not right. And that was normal, realleh, fer most Mondays around here, but the real kicker here, unlike most Monday mornings that were a bit...off....Wayne couldn't figgur out exactly why.

And, realleh, that there was the worst kind of off.

Everything seemed normal, but he didn't trust it, so it was with great caution and mebbe even a bit of nervousness that he opened every cabinet, every drawer, expecting something awful to be inside or something to jump out at him, but so far, everything had been fine. The same suspicious caution was practiced in opening up the flour, pouring the milk, with the crack of each and every egg.

So far, so good, he s'posed, but that just meant surely something real bad was lying in wait at pert'near any second now...

...mebbe Shuri really had been onto something yesterday with all her booby traps.

[[ and open breakfast is open! if a bit suspicious! ]]

Comments

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I can eat breakfast and then punch someone in the face."

Totally reasonable.

[howareyanow]

"Well," Wayne decided, picking up a plate and starting to inspect it with a worried frown when he thought he saw a crack, "so's long as you do have breakfast."

He set that plate side; he definitely didn't trust that crack. Picked up the next to examine.

"It's the most important meal of the day."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It's fine," Sabine said.

She'd apologize next week.

[howareyanow]

"I'd fix you up a plate," Wayne offered, sounding almost apologetic himself as he set aside another one, picked up the next, "but these plates seem a little..."

He squinted at the next one, bringing it as close as he could without touching his nose to it.

"....suspect."

Of what? He wasn't sure! But they just didn't feel right, if you asked him.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I didn't do anything to them," she said, opening the fridge just to slam it.