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You know, it'd been a while since the students had been roused from their beds to go stand outside in the middle of the night while the building around them screamed at them. Tonight was a good night to fix that.

So at exactly 3:00 am, the fire alarms in the dorms began going off, leaving you all to do just that.

You're safe now. You're welcome.

[Open! Go get your cranky on.]

white_oleander

The last time Astrid tried to make Monday Morning Breakfast, she wound up in a hole for two weeks, so she was pretty ready to take that as a sign that she just wasn't meant to carry on the tradition.

But she was up that morning and kind of bored and had some time to kill before her class, so...why not? She was back again, making a small batch of the usual fare that could easily get bigger if anyone wanted more, grabbed herself a plate, and went to sit at the table to enjoy it (and thr fact that it went without a single hitch) with a nice glass of orange juice.

The bland normalcy of it all was almost absurdity in and of itself.

[[ open breakfast is open! and I've surely cursed myself to get slammed now that I've actually managed to get most of the usual monday spam out ]]

canlendanear

Alara had been at Fandom for over a year now and she had only just discovered that there was a gym in the dorms. It looked like it hadn’t been used in a while but she found some punching bags that still looked like they were in good condition.

She had spent the morning talking to her sister and keeping her appraised of what had been in happening in Fandom, she had even asked if Solana had had any ideas of what could be happening since she thought asking an outside perspective might be useful but Solana hadn’t been able to come up with any theories but she would keep looking into it for her.

So for now Alara was focusing on the punching bags as both a way to keep herself occupied and to avoid going outside if she could help it. Luckily the punching bags were pretty sturdy and could mostly handle her strength, she had only destroyed one so far.

[the gym is open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had only recently discovered the joy of iced tea and was thrilled to walk into the common room and find a large pitcher of it just sitting on the counter, ready to be consumed.

She poured herself a glass, rummaged through the cupboards until she found a package of cookies, and took a seat on the couch.

The TV was already on, so the book she'd brought with her was lying on the couch beside her while she decided whether or not the cartoon that was playing was worth watching. She did enjoy stories of princesses and this seemed to be one.

[Open common room is open, naturally]

white_oleander

With it being a break week between sessions, Astrid was in no rush to get upstairs to the designated MMB common room to get to work on all the usual pancakes and eggs and everything for breakfast, and part of her almost had a feeling that this morning was going to be one of those weird ones, and, sure enough, she found out that there was no usual ingredients for making breakfast that morning, there were only...

...these.

At first, Astrid wasn't even sure what those were, they just looked like an awful lot of weird egg...things? But there were a lot of them, as if the common room itself decided to make breakfast, but had no idea how to actually do it, put these together, and awaited for the kids to come in and enjoy them. Whatever they were. Astrid decided to be bold and tried one of them, making the sausage inside a really big surprise, but not a too terribly unpleasant one? They honestly weren't that bad, for how weird they were, or for the fact that they just randomly showed up.

So she just got some coffee started, put on a kettle because most people these mornings seemed to be drinking tea, and then wondered if she should bother trying to find something for pancakes or just take the hint from the common room and leave it at weird sausage-hashbrown-egg-bites for everyone.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

apocalypsehow

So, his brother was currently a cat. And said cat was now in Five's care as Annie went to a party or something. He hadn't really cared too much.

Until he realized that was supposed to actually look after cat!Diego.

Then he was wondering if he should call her to come back early because he now had claw marks all over his hands and arms from the furry little monster. "Fine, stay under the couch for all I care," he hissed at the lowly growling form jammed up under there.

Ah, yes. Brotherly love at it's finest.

[of course it's open]

white_oleander

Everything seemed pretty much in order for Monday Morning breakfast this week. No weird ingredient swaps, no excess of highly processed foods instead, the appliances and equipment was all functioning properly and as they should be, no weird monsters or animals just hanging out...

...well, the gremlin in the corner was back, but Astrid found that if she just gave him a plate of pancakes, he seemed content. And it would probably make sense that him having breakfast would make him less inclined to bite people, but still. Definitely something to keep an eye on or a wide breadth of until she had to leave for class.

And with everything running smoothly, she actually got a good portion of it ready this time before anyone else started trickling in. She was starting to get the hang of it, even if it was still not nearly the level that Wayne had been.

[[ open breakfast is open of course! ]]

white_oleander

While Astrid was slowly starting to wonder if she should bother keeping the Monday Morning Breakfast tradition up anymore (should she fail, would her dreams suddenly be plagued with visions of plaid and flannel and disapproving brows?), she did, at least this week, have a direction she could take it, and, if anything, it sort of kept her mind off of how she still hadn't heard back from Susan and just how ridiculous this game the woman was trying to play with her actually was. She could, at any moment, probably reach out to Ingrid herself. She could start writing her letter again, but...she'd be a good sport. She'd wait her turn. She was curious to see exactly what move they would make, without her forcing their hand.

And venison had been brought up last time, and so venison was making an appearance this week. Some of it was just cooked up plainly, because Astrid sort of assumed that would be more appealing to Malia's palate, but she'd also looked into a casserole with eggs to put together, too. And pancakes, too, not with the venison but mostly because the casserole took some time to cook and it just felt weird to not have pancakes, at this point.

Either way, there was breakfast, and the likelihood of a lot of leftovers, to the point where Astrid really did wonder what Wayne always did with all that extra food because this was nothing compared to what he'd put out.

[[ open breakfast is open, albeit probably slow because uggghhhh it's only Monday and already I'm saying 'boooooo' to this week XD ]]

snowdroplace

Goddess, but what a completely wonderful, marvellous day it was!

Elli was nearly radiant as she sat cross-legged on the floor of the common room with a ton of magazines and books about her, all about babies and what they liked and how they grew and what milestones could be expected when and all the things that people bought or made for them. The fact that she had no idea where all of these incredibly on-point research materials had come from didn’t bother her at all today.

She was too happy!

She was good at sewing and knitting—did she have time to make a baby blanket? But, oh what colours should she do it in? Should it be striped or colour-blocked or, or, or?

Elli checked her math for the fifth time (a sad, unfortunate necessity of being on the island meant that the math really was important) and she was pretty sure she had it right, that the baby wasn’t coming until early October, by this world’s time, and that was hopefully enough time to decide what to do…

Oh, maybe she could make booties, instead? Or a little cap? Or all of the above? It wasn’t really spoiling a baby to make sure they had soft things to enjoy, after all…

Of course, though, first things first, she needed to decide upon flowers to send to her parents to congratulate them… baby’s breath would have to be included, of course, but what else? Maybe a bunch of different flowers in pastel colours? That would look sweet, wouldn’t it? Perhaps with a new rattle since Elli wasn’t sure if they still had the one she’d used as a baby…

Oh, goodness, this was the best news! There were so many choices to make and each of them just an absolute delight and joy to ponder!

She was going to be a big sister!

[Open common room is, of course, open!]

white_oleander

It wasn't so much that the common room was filled with chocolate ice cream, as it had been on other mornings that insisted on throwing Astrid for a loop, but when she went upstairs to maybe get some breakfast started, she saw a bunch of it in the freezer and, all of a sudden, decided that was what she wanted for breakfast.

There was still plenty of stuff for a more traditional breakfast, too, it's just that after a few weeks of duds, Astrid didn't really have it in her to go through the effort of making a bunch of food that was just going to become leftovers, but if anyone else wanted to make some, there was literally nothing stopping them.

She did put on some coffee, though, and then went to get comfortable on the couch around her bowl of ice cream for breakfast, idly flipping through morning television shows while somewhere, far, far up north, a Canadian farmer stopped everything his was doing to glare into the horizon with a very strong sense of sudden disapproval.

Astrid figured she might regret ice cream for breakfast later, but, for now? It worked.

[[ open not-really-breakfast-but-could-be-breakfast is open! ]]

apocalypsehow

Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.

"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.

The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.

[open!]

desertwolfcub

Malia had spent most of her time since the full moon last week out on the preserve, including spending more than a couple of her nights out there. She'd made friends with an alot of fur who didn't mind sharing its den when she felt cold, which kept her from being too tempted to crawl into bed with a fellow student just to feel warm.

You're welcome, Clare.

But she was still trying to get used to this whole 'being human' thing again, so she was back in the dorms today, wandering around exploring. Which was how she happened upon a big empty room full of mirrors and slightly springy floors, and strange, dusty, vaguely humanoid shapes with little beaten up dents and cuts on them.

"The hell is this place for?"

[as the headcanons post reminded us, we have a salle! And Malia hadn't done anything in a while. OPEN!]

imawizard

This had been the strangest day Harry had had since he was here, and he'd gone to the common room to decompress. Maybe watch something. Maybe talk to people.

And what happened was he decided he was gonna get on a broom and play Quidditch in the common room sooooooo there was that.

[Open!]

white_oleander

Astrid had briefly considered moving breakfast out onto the deck that morning to do some actual grilling since it was Memorial Day, but that was probably a bit out of her skillset, and something that Wayne would have been able to pull off much better than she could. The only experience she really had with grilling was that time camping in Mexico with Ron and Claire, and Ron had done most of it, all Astrid did was catch the fish.

So she kept it in the common room, and, in addition to the pancakes that she was getting better at churning out each week (though still no where near Wayne's mechanical efficiency), there were also breakfast burgers, as well as anything else anyone might want to contribute since they weren't, thankfully, restricted to Pop Tarts this week.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

Well. It was bound to happen eventually.

At some point in the night, or maybe it was early in the morning, she had no idea when these things actually happened, but the ingredients Astrid had gotten last night to make breakfast with this morning had all, somehow, been either transformed or replaced with nothing but boxes of Pop Tarts.

On the bright side, there was absolutely no lack in variety to the Pop Tarts, as it seemed every single flavor was present and accounted for, including the discontinued ones and some that clearly never made it to the market...at least not in this dimension.

Astrid might have been shocked by there being so many absurd varieties if it weren't for the fact that she actually worked in a grocery store and was already well aware of the excess of unnecessary flavor choices in certain brands.

(Looking at you, Oreo).

But...at least this made her job pretty easy today, and the clean-up would be a breeze, and there were even toaster strudels for anyone who wanted to feel a bit fancier about the whole thing, too.

[[ pop tart breakfast is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had been quiet over the course of the weekend.

( And not just a LITTLE quiet… )

They couldn’t all be together, she said on her twitter, inviting people to join in, but they could all be under the same stars.

Nina pointedly ignored that she knew good and well that the stars weren’t the same everywhere. That wasn’t the point of this evening.

[Cut for mentions of sexual assault. Written with

defenderofdesmoines blessing! Open post; feel free to mod an invitation to the vigil from Nina.]

white_oleander

A few people had shown up for breakfast last week, so Astrid saw no reason why she shouldn't just keep up the tradition at least a little bit longer, especially since there'd been some interest, at least from Miles, at other people helping out, too. She wondered if she could do something to make it even more communal and take a lot of the work off of one person with a sign-up sheet or something like that, but for now, she was just sort of focusing on getting the food ready and improving her own techniques for making a bigger breakfast for more people than just herself a little easier.

If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.

With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.

[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]

x_discospider_x

Troy knew that, technically, he should probably get to bed soon or something since he had a first period workshop tomorrow, but he'd filled his lazy Sunday with way too much sugar cereal and he was kind of too wired to sleep right now.

Maybe if he found some nice, boring PBS documentary or something on TV as he flipped through the chan--

"Oooooh! Kickpuncher!"

Sure, it was the edited-for-TV version, but Troy was still not going to complain!

[[ it's a Stuck at Work Sunday Night, so very much open! ]]

white_oleander

Astrid and Troy both had sort of failed to spread the word to the new kids about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, then again, they'd just sort of adopted the tradition, so they didn't have nearly as much stake in it as Wayne had. In fact, they had so little stake in it that Astrid knew Troy was pretty much out the moment he realized he had a first period class and that he'd have to get up earlier to fit in it before he went. Which was understandable, first period classes were generally why Astrid stopped going to breakfast, but she figured she could at least give it a try to keep the tradition going if there was any interest in it.

She didn't consider herself as good of a cook as Wayne, and she'd definitely never cooked much for other people, just herself, and it was simple things, because you didn't get too complex when you were barely tall enough to reach the stove and was only cooking because it was one of those weeks where your mother sort of forgot about things like feeding you. But the effort gave her something to focus on that wasn't her mother or her empty room, so she was all in, wondering if Wayne would criticize her for her less-than-perfect pancakes or just be proud that someone was keeping his breakfast tradition going.

Probably both, she s'posed.

[[ open breakfast is indeed open! ]]

white_oleander

"Wait," said Troy, once he'd successfully shuffled down the hallway after Astrid after she'd come to get him that morning to go down to the common room and she started pulling out what they'd need to get started on some breakfast, "so does this mean waking up this early every Monday just to get this done?"

Astrid shrugged a little, opening the fridge and scanning it for the ingredients they'd need. "Sure," she said. "You've got to get an early start so you don't miss anyone who's got the first period classes."

"I'm pretty sure missing out on breakfast is what they get for having first period classes."

Astrid grinned a little bit, handing Troy a carton of eggs and a big mixing bowl. "It'll be good for you," she informed him. "Helps build character."

"I think I've got more than enough character already," Troy decided, but he reluctantly started in with the eggs. "Don't be surprised if this ends up being an entirely you thing by the end of the summer, I'm not sure this is going to be sustainable."

"Don't worry," Astrid assured him, putting her own attention into getting some coffee going and mixing up some pancakes, "I won't be."

Dammit, Astrid! And now Troy was going to feel...slightly compelled to just keep it up to prove you wrong.

Slightly.

Not that much.

Because this was, like, stupid early, just for breakfast, and on a break week, no less!

[[ because I can't fuck with tradition. open breakfast is open! troy, obviously, modded with permission ]]

weirderthanthou

Jesse couldn't believe how much she'd let herself get away from-- herself, over the past few days. It had taken another encounter with Essej - and the memory of Trench - to wrench her back into useful shape.

Then she'd spent the evening putting information together. And... okay, she wasn't sure whether the vines on the school were just another thing or the root (heh) of the problem, but she knew they were growing, and that couldn't be good.

And so by morning she tapped into Fandom's radio network and sent out a terse message: "The school seems under siege by plants. Join me on the grounds if you want to help."

Then she turned up there, herself. And waited.

The ash kept raining down.

[[ for team fighty! ]]

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