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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! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne almost didn't even make it on over to the common room fer breakfast that morning. There'd just been this heavy feeling weighing down his broad shoulders since he woke up that morning wondering what was even the point? No one even really cared about MMB and the tradition of it all, 'cept mebbe him, really, and it wouldn't even matter soon, anyway, he'd only had two or three more of 'em left before he graduated and it was back to the farm, back to chorin', so what did it even matter? Mebbe you could fuck with tradition after all; mebbe you should.

Odds were somethin' terrible was going to happen once he got down there, anyway, like all the eggs were actually monsters or all his pancake batter turned to slime or some other such tomfuckery...

But somehow, he managed to pull through this fog of reservations and excuses and shuffled reluctantly down the hall to the common room, not at all comforted by the fact that the eggs were just eggs and his pancake batter remained batter, because that just meant that, if the breakfast was normal, then something else was likeleh to go pear-shaped instead, but at least there was something in the fact that he'd have a good solid breakfast in his stomach to prepare him for whatever it was that might be headin' their way...

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

x_discospider_x

Ummmm....today had been the last day of classes, which made it officially summer...how was nobody totally on a party for that fact???

It was, at least, a problem easily fixed, so with help from Wayne and Astrid (and Astrid's T&C discount, heh heh heh), snacks, beverages, and a keg were procured and dragged all the way up to what he was now dubbing The Party Floor, a few pizzas were ordered, and if the mass text wasn't enough, each of the party planners went down to a respective floor to holler out the news of a party on the sixth floor (each to varying degrees of shouty-ness).

So now it was time to pump up some music, crack open some drinks, and party it up.

And if no one else showed up, there was worse company than Astrid (no comment on Wayne but he did do most of the keg carrying), but that would be kinda lame on everyone's part.

Who didn't party on the last day of school before summer??

[[ I'm stuck at work,my brain is dead, have an impromptu OCD-free party, idk! ]]

howareyanow

Mebbe it was jus' because he knew there weren't many of these Monday morning breakfasts left; mebbe it was because he knew that this place had gone and made him quite a bit paranoid about this sort of thing, but....when Wayne got down to the common room to get started on his weekly feedings and the most important meal of the day and everything was pretty normal and straightforward and how it should be for yet another week, he couldn't help feeling...suspicious. Like the other foot was about to drop. Or that all this quiet was likeleh trying to build up into something truly, spectacularly full of tomfuckery that there was no way he could even prepare for it.

So he spent a good deal of his prep and cooking trying to find even the smallest little thing even slightly off, as if spotting something like that would mean that he wasn't in for a doozy of a day when all this normal gave up and gave him one last hurrah.

But, no. No, everything seemed ship-shape and pretty normal.

Fer now...and hopefully fer the rest of his time here, but he wasn't getting his hopes up any time soon!

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

legionqueen

So thanks to one of the teachers at the school randomly offering to make her one, Juillenne just... had a prosthetic leg now. And true to Barry's word, it operated basically like a real one, sensation-wise.

And yet, here she was, flopped on the common room couch, aimlessly flicking through channels.

"Ugh," she complained, powering off the TV and flinging the remote to the other end of the couch. She sat there staring at the blank screen for a few moments, and then shook her head. "This is stupid," she said to Camden. It was then that something occurred to her. Last time she'd been this bored, she and Sabine had headed up to the sixth floor in hopes of finding a party. They'd not found a party, but they had found a... very strange room. Maybe the rest of the rooms were equally as strange?

But that was the sort of thing that was way better with company, so she texted Sabine asking if she'd be up for checking out if the sixth floor had anything interesting to show them today. And then a few other people, just for good measure.

[ooc: so, so open. feel free to mod a text or just wander by! minor ooc-free ocd so that people can get roped into the adventuring as RL allows because time is meaningless.]

apocalypsehow

Well, Five had survived a 'family dinner' yesterday. Which was possibly the most shocking part of the whole weekend.

Oh, and Tim was still here.

Five sat in one of the chairs, staring at where the child-shaped mannequin was sitting across from him. "I can see your mother in you," he decided.

Tim continued on being a mannequin in response to that.

[so open]

howareyanow

Anyone who knew Wayne on any of these sorts of weekends knew that he, uhhhh....he didn't care much fer kids, and there was a good chance that by the time Monday rolled around, they'd all be gone, anyway, but you never really knew around here, so he was bracing himself to need to provide a few more extra pancakes and a few more eggs than usual that morning fer breakfast.

And trying not to think too much on the fact that he'd had a kid show up on a weekend like this before, but was spared that particular experience this year.

Made sense, though, if you thought about it.

What with graduation right around the corner, an' all...

[[ open breakfast is of course open! ]]

lovethatjourney

As advertised, there was a party today, because this week was a lot and Alexis figured people needed to blow off some steam. Maybe hook up a little. Maybe it'd be a good precursor to prom!

So the common room was decorated, there was some good grinding music playing since there was a dance floor and all, and the counter was covered in snacks and drinks in case people needed something to hold while they mulled around. And she had entertainment in the form of games, so maybe that would get people going.

Welcome to the party! Alexis was here to facilitate you getting smooches!

howareyanow

Did it....did it seem a little warm in here, lateleh? Or mebbe that was just Wayne.

But not in that spring making its way toward summer sorta way, but in that uncomfortable under the skin sorta way that definitely put to mind exactly what you'd es'pect to come to mind to someone who bred dogs as part of his living.

It was definitely a little warm in here, lateleh.

Not that that dissuaded Wayne from still rocking the flannel, though he very noteably seemed to have one extra button undone on his shirt as usual as he tried to distract himself with a few more videos on his daily hockeyfights.com fix before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast. He was pretty sure, though, that the hockey fights only made it worse.

And then he was left squinting into his pan with each new pancake, because he wasn't sure if they were just all coming out in lewd and inappropriate, Not-Safe-Fer-School shapes, or if that was just all he was seein' in 'em that morning.

Either way, there was breakfast. Let's not talk about how all the pancakes seemed to look like dicks and boobs. Well, and butts. A few of those were definitely looking like butts.

Well. Fuck a du--

--nope. Fuck. Just fuck.

[[ i am so sorry. anyway! open breakfast is open! ]]

sexy_giraffe

Well, Tahani wasn't sure why they were having makeovers on a roof unless it was to take windswept-looking pictures for afterwards but here she was with all of her off-season clothing, far too much makeup and hair things, and absolutely zero schnapps.

Schnapps, Eleanor? Schnapps?! There were not in a ski chalet, the only place it was ever acceptable to drink schnapps.

Tahani took a seat on a fold-out chair she'd found and flipped through her Instagram account looking for inspiration looks. It was so brave of Eleanor to ask for help!

[OOC: So open.]

howareyanow

Waste not, want not was definitely an adage that Wayne tried to live by as best he could, and he had no idea if all the containers of fried rice in the fridge that morning had to do with Sabine's excess take-out just the other deeey, or if this was a completely unrelated leftover incident, but he would have felt kind of bad if he just ignored it all and went on about making more food when there was already so much.

Thankfully, all you really had to do with something like fried rice is mebbe fry it up again for a few light minutes and crack an egg over it and you pert'near had breakfast ready to go.

So it was a good thing there were plenty of eggs to be had, too.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had spent the morning at the warehouse, and by now she figured it was time for a lazy-ish afternoon, where she could turn on the TV and mindlessly flip channels until she either got bored or found something that looked terrible/decent in front of roughly 20 containers from Ching Tai when she'd ordered all of one.

Mostly though she was pondering where she could sneak in a small painting of her symbol as an "I was here" thing without anyone noticing right away.

[Open! Distract me while I should be doing adult stuff.

howareyanow

Now, Wayne wouldn't want to say he was gonna blame Sabine fer this, but...a part of him felt he sorta had to blame Sabine (well, Sabine and her stomping around and slamming cupboards looking for her cereal last week) on this.

This being the overwhelming amounts of sugar cereal scattered all around the common room that morning.

Still in their boxes, thankfulleh, but the mere presence of such things felt like an insult to the fine institution that was Monday morning breakfasts!

But Wayne did his best to diligently work around the cereal to start cooking up something much more suitable fer the most important meal of the day, and he had enough faith in his fellow students to know that a few of them would choose the proper route and have him fix up the usual plates, but he knew there were a few that would likeleh just go fer the sugar cereal and probableh have too much of it, to boot.

Like fuckin' degens.

(Though he s'posed there was something to be said about not letting things go to waste, even though some things were better off bein' just wasted!)

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

If today wasn't the sort of day for Astrid to spend floating around in the quiet, cavernous abyss of the dorm's basement pool, she wouldn't know what would be. Because a call had been made and an appointment set, and next week, she would be meeting with none other than Susan D. Valeris, hot shot Hollywood lawyer and headline chaser, with her dark hair and red lips. Susan D. Valeris, the woman who was taking up her mother's case, the woman who was trying to insist that Ingrid was innocent, that she was a victim of a wrongful and deplorable arrest, that she should be free. A woman who wanted Astrid's help in defying the reality that had happened across her very eyes.

All of a sudden, it really did seem long ago. Almost four years now. And memories could be hazy...

But for now, it was just the water beneath her and the innertube that allowed her to drift into the abyss as she stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think, tried not to plan, tried to just put herself in fates hands until Susan said what she had to say and hopefully, Astrid would never have to deal with her or think about Ingrid anywhere else but where she was now ever again.

[[ and she was well overdue for a pool post! open of course! ]]

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! ]]

scoffs_at_tradition

Do you know what happens when a scientifically minded engineering genius gets a little paranoid?

An elaborate freaking Rube Goldberg-esque booby trapped common rooms, that's what.

Come on in! But watch out for the lasers on the floor, the bowls of whipped cream ready to tip onto you and the giant foghorn ready to go off if you trip an alarm.

Shuri herself was on the sofa under a blanket watching the ultimate in comfort TV: ~~Mythbusters~~ It's Science As Long as You Write It Down.

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had woken up feeling very relaxed today and that pleasant, calm feeling had continued as the day went on.

Right now she was curled up on the couch in the common room. She had a new book from the library, a cup of tea, a comfortable seat, and a box of cookies she'd found in a cupboard. What more could she want in an afternoon?

[Open common room is open and real chill]

howareyanow

Welp.

Wayne sure hoped no one 'round here had one of those peanut allergies, because, boy, did he have some bad news for them.

Last week as a whole was pretty quiet, so Wayne was expecting at least another bit of tom fuckery around the kitchen that morning, and he was right. And it came in the form of a whole mess of peanut butter in the cabinets.

Walls of peanut butter.

Cabinets stuffed to the brim.

Drawers filled with those flat little plastic packets of 'em that you get at hotel breakfasts.

Thankfully, there were still plenty of the usual things behind all the peanut butter, but if you had all that peanut butter, it seemed a bit odd to just not use some of it, so he worked a bit of it into some of the pancakes, and even some crepes, and he was all fer anyone wanting to use it on regular toast, but anyone wanting to work it into some French toast could just fuck right off. Who had time for that?

(Well, technicalleh speaking, he had no Monday classes, so he did. He had time for that, but fuck off anyway).

[[ open common room, open breakfast, of couuuuurse! ]]

howareyanow

For all the things Wayne could have expected to go wrong when trying to tackle Monday Morning breakfast the Monday after a school trip, this...wasn't actually that bad. He was half expecting everything to turn out with fish in it (or, more specifically, fer some reason, lobsters), or with noodles, or all the untensils were replaced with chopsticks (which, really, originated in China, anywhey, so way to go on that one, super cheif), but...

...none of those things happened.

In fact, most of the the usual standard hearty breakfast fare turned out just fine, no odd ingredients, no loops thrown with odd cooking impliments. A perfectly normal, typical, breakfast-as-expected.

Well...

'cept fer the pancakes.

Wayne was trying not to think about the pancakes.

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

howareyanow

Wayne didn't know which was more irritating: the fact that half his pancakes were turning out heart-shaped even though Valentine's Day was clearly over, or the fact that the other half of his pancakes seemed to be turning out with the face of either George Washington or Abraham Lincoln on them since it was apparently Presidents Day today.

On the one hand, he didn't care much for Valentine's Day at all, but, on the other hand, he generally didn't care for eating things that had people's faces on them, either.

But he s'posed, in the end, it all got et all the same, so he was determined to handle it in the most tried and true Wayne method he knew: by simply, staunchly ignoring it as best he could.

[[ open common room, open breakfast! ]]

gospel_of_oblivion

Warping the natural fabric of the Universe with magic was a responsibility and an honor and Illyana wasn't supposed to do it for selfish reasons blah blah blah.

Which is the only reason why she hadn't suddenly made it a gorgeous summer day over the entire island. Responsibility and shit.

She had, however, created an invisible dome over the deck. Any rain or snow blowing around would hit the outside of the shield and just slide away, and inside she'd brought the temperature up to a nice 75F. If you looked up, the illusion she'd laid on the inside of the dome gave you blue skies and a gorgeous summer day.

She could manipulate little pockets of reality. As a treat.

So here she was, sipping a fruit smoothie and reading a book. And every time some annoying bit of lugguage decided to drop out of nowhere, it recieved a bored "Yeet," and Illyana using magical TK to toss it into a portal to Limbo. Except for the big trunk that read 'Issues With Authority.' That one she was using as a footrest.

Illyana was perfectly aware of her emotional baggage, thanks. This was just rude.

[OOC: Totes open!]

howareyanow

Despite the fact that there had been no Superbowl parties here in the dorms yesterday, to the best of Wayne's knowledge (or even any Puppy Bowl ones, although, fuck, he could watch Puppy Bowl all day!), the common room was all but overflowing with Superbowl party leftovers.

With no indication of the usual ingredients he picked up on Sundays when he could in sight.

And even though Wayne had, by now, started to expect this sort of thing, it still made him grumble quite a bit, be grateful he still at least kept an emergency supply of coffee in his room for days like this, and was glad he came a little bit prepared to try'n make the best out of the situation.

There were, at least, inexpicably, plenty of eggs, so he'd just have to lean into that while making the best of the leftovers.

He might be able to make a decent scramble with cocktail weenies, mebbe a little bit of guacamole toast, a potato chip frittata, and a chili burrito.

And, of course, the ubiquitous leftoever pizza.

All in all, he s'posed it could be (and had been!) worse...

[[ open common room, open breakfast! ]]

howareyanow

There appeared to be some new bookcases in the common room, including smaller ones that sat awkwardly on the table and the counters in the kitchenette, but not just any new bookcases. No, these bookcases appeared to be filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches instead of actual books.

Was Wayne going to ask why there were all sorts of bookcases filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches in the common room?

Hard. No.

Was he going to generally ignore the bookcases filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches and get on his way to cooking up some proper breakfast as per usual?

Can confirm!

He supposed some people might have taken it as a sign that most of the work was done for him and he didn't need to bother with the usual stuff, but Wayne would much rather err on the side of having as little to do with island tom fuckery as possible.

[[ open common room, open breakfast! usual fuck-you-monday sp likeleh to apply! ]]

howareyanow

Y'wanna know what? As far as weird weekends went, that last one actually wasn't all that bad. Wayne had spent most of it talkin' much more eloquently than he'd probably ever had, and managed to discover at some point yesterday that he was a secret prince all along, but then Monday morning, he was right back to being just a simple farmboy again.

One that was in the common room, glad to see that the island hadn't screwed him over by way of supplies, at the very least, and there was more'n enough in the cupboards and fridges (which were blissfully silent and without faces, it should be noted!) to get a good breakfast started.

As far as weird weekends went, it wasn't all that bad, but Wayne definitely preferred things nice and normal like this.

[[ open breakfast is of course open! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

This morning, Belle's enchanted and talking wardrobe had provided her with a blue dress suitable for everyday wear. An everyday dress and a ballgown was all any proper maiden needed, really, wasn't it?

After dressing she made her way to the common room to look for something to eat. Unfortunately none of the enchanted and talking objects in her room were able to provide food. The common room, however, was prepared to feed everyone after a song and dance routine that had clearly been practiced.

Eventually Belle was seated with a teacup (who was very cheerful to be used for drinking) and a plate of pancakes which she was very excited to be eating once the flatware stopped feeling compelled to be entertaining.

There was also a large serving dish on the counter full of something grey that the dishes insisted was delicious.

[Is everything in the common room singing "Be Our Guest" or similar to Belle and anyone else who comes in? Yes. Why? Because I could. Is this post open? Yes, though my availability may be sporadic.]

howareyanow

Without anything too funneh happening over the weekend, Wayne was able to actually follow through with his plans for breakfast that morning, meaning his mood was much better, although the differences were subtle at best (unless, he s'posed, you knew where to look for them). Which meant tha the was able to get everything and prepare everything for a full English, at the behest of one of their full English classmates.

Well, perhaps not the behest of. Enola had mentioned beans, and that was enough to turn it into a thing, albeit only in Wayne's mind, but that was enough that his mind could finally settle a bit now that it was done and over with without anyone being ~~sixth~~ six to mess up with it.

And he sure hoped everyone was hungry (they usually were), because he was making a lot of it, as if to compensate for all the sugar cereal and Poptarts from last week.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Having been only ~~sixth~~ six this weekend sort of messed up Wayne's usual shopping habits to get everything he'd need for his Monday Morning Breakfast, which was particularleh disappointing because Enola's request for baked beans last week had him lookin' to fix up something full and English. Now, sometimes, the island seemed to predict what he was lookin' to fix up and provided for him all the same, when he wasn't able to do the shopping himself, but this Monday was not one of those times.

All there seemed to be was some leftover sugar cereal and Poptarts.

Well, at least there was some coffee.

And mebbe he might be able to do something with this leftover pizza? Mebbe he should just put breakfast on hold for a small amount of time so he could get some proper food...

...or mebbe hope Nina showed up, and she could make do with what was in the fridge with that nonsense tom fuckery she called cooking...

...fuck a duck.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

grayskollar

Between the caffeine (thanks, Five!), Looking for Catra, and having a whole new island to explore, it was entirely possible that Adora hadn't actually slept since yesterday morning.

She had, however reached the point where she couldn't ignore the growling in her stomach any longer, and so, much grubbier and covered in bits of plant, she'd ended up back at the one place she was reasonably sure had something resembling rations. Currently she'd clambered up on a bench and was going through any cupboards she could reach.

[Open as common rooms are. SP due to work and timezones.]

apocalypsehow

~~Because it was funnier~~ Five had woken up perfectly normal this morning. Normal and enjoying the fact that his roommate wasn't there so he could work on setting up a chain of events that may have started the apocalypse now that he had access to more materials.

You know. Since it wasn't destroyed in said apocalypse and all.

But right now, he was just enjoying a nice cup of coffee without anyone throwing knives at him and contemplating going to get himself a donut.

[open!]

notfinishedyet

After classes were over for the day, Enola felt the need to be out of her room. Feeling a bit peckish she went through the kitchen area of the common and found enough to put on a proper afternoon tea.

There was jam, clotted cream, scones she was able to warm up and many other moddable items to partake of.

And with the whistling of a kettle, there was also properly prepared tea.

And apparently coffee if that was your thing.

[Open]

unusual_sith

It was a little cold out, but that just meant wearing an extra layer. It was nice and sunny, so Lana was going to sit on the deck and compose her next report back home.

Well, eventually she was going to do that. In between just browsing the holonet on her comm to see what new political gossip there was.

[Open deck!]

howareyanow

Well, Wayne hadn't really gotten much of a chance to get the word out about Monday Morning Breakfast to any of the new kids, but, fuck, there were only four of them, and where word of mouth failed, it seemed this place had a good habit of spreading word of nose once things really got cooking. And he felt much less crunched for time now that he didn't have a first period class (or any class on Mondays, fuck!), so he coudl really enjoy just a good solid morning full of making food and feeding friends.

With it being the first MMB of the semester, he stuck with all the usual, often moddable classics, especially the pancakes and the bacon and the eggs and potatoes, but also some fruit for more healthfully minded, plenty of juice and milk in the fridge, and, of course, some good fucking coffee in the pot.

It was, after all, the most important meal of the day, especially when that day was Monday!

[[ open breakfast is oooopen! ]]

lovethatjourney

Alexis had spent break decidedly not here, and returned today with a perfect tan and just enough time to get her things halfway unpacked before she got a call about a delivery.

Which meant she was then having to go downstairs, argue with the delivery person, and then finally come back up with several bags of Chinese food that she was setting out in the kitchen.

"I didn't even order this," she said, not that that would stop her from trying at least some of it.

[Open!]

amitragic

So that was that on 2020, huh?

Ulysses wished he'd gone to a party, wished he'd gotten wasted, wished he'd sloppily made out with someone at midnight and then gone back to someone else's place after... But the year had ended about the same as it had gone: vaguely disappointing, kind of meh. And so Ulysses'd found himself doing what he'd been doing most of the year, which was hanging out in his room in his boxers, smoking and reading conspiracy theories on his phone.

So far, 2021 wasn't looking much hotter for him. But at least he was out in the common room - in some fetching neon plaid pajama pants that made the heather t-shirt he was wearing up top look even more nondescript than it would have otherwise - curled up on the couch, eating a damn near overflowing bowl of Lucky Charms.

While scrolling on his phone. Look, at least it wasn't actually more conspiracies, right now!

... Because it was everyone's Insta and Snapchat videos and pics from last night, because nothing really, truly made New Year's Day like a severe case of FOMO and vowing to do better in another 365 days.

There were, for some reason, about a dozen boxes of Lucky Charms on the counter in the kitchen area, and more than enough milk in the fridge to complement most, if not even all of it. So if anyone wanted to join him, at least they were all getting breakfast.

[ooc: The first CR post of 2021 is open!]

howareyanow

Wayne was planning up a trip back home for the holiday and change since he had the time and the resources, but he figured he'd work his plans around squeezing in one more Monday Morning Breakfast for the year before he hopped back north of the border until the next semester. With that in mind, and also the fact that it was pretty clear skies after that nice little bit of tom fuckery last week, and there were no classes he needed to get to, you better believe Wayne went all out with the breakfast that morning, with all the usual staples.

He considered doing a little bit of Christmas spin on the pancakes, but he figgured everyone'd had enough of that sort of thing fer a while now!

Either way, it was Monday, there was breakfast, everything was nice and back to normal, jus' as it should be, and so Wayne was...mostleh content.

Jus' so's long as he didn't think too much on the snowmobile. At least it hadn't been lost in vain.

[[ and open breakfast is of course open! ]]

sexy_giraffe

"--and Elton John doesn't even like you," the mistletoe concluded as it followed Tahani down the hallway.

Tahani'd had just about enough.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" she shrieked, throwing her shoe at it.

"Is this last season?" it gasped. "For shame."

So Tahani was in the common room eating ice cream for breakfast and glaring at the ceiling as the mistletoe continued its abuse.

[OOC: Open!]

snowdroplace

For the record, neither girl had been outside yet.

"Do you think anyone will mind us having a snowball fight on the lawn?" Elli asked, worriedly, as she peered outside and pulled on her mittens.

Nina bounced, curls flying everywhere despite the hat she was wearing. "If they do, we just hit them with snowballs even more," she reasoned.

"Nina!" Elli protested.

With a laugh, Nina spun. "It'll be fine!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop being such a worrywart, Elli!!!!!!!! Live a little!!!!!!!!"

"I live just fine," Elli murmured, feeling a bit stung. "I just don't want to get in trouble!"

Which was going to happen, though not the kind of trouble Elli was worried about. Heh.

"It's okay," Nina said, smiling. "I'll take the blame if anyone's really upset, okay?????? Holly Jollies are fearless!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well, that's not fair either…"

"Do the Snow Bunnies want the right or left side of the lawn to start with??????????"

Elli sighed, but she was smiling. "Right," she said, "because we'll have the right to win that way."

Nina burst out laughing.

[Come join the snowball fight! ~~Plz wait for the~~ OCD has been eaten by candy canes!]

howareyanow

Wayne was in such a good mood when he looked out the window that morning before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast that there was almost even an actually perceptible hint of a smile on his face as he stood at his usual position in front of the stove flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. It was about time this place got some decent snow around here, and he could finally get out there and put that snowmobile he'd been working on in the scrapyard fer what felt like pert'near ages to good use!

Of course, this was all mostly because he had yet to be out in the snow, because of course there couldn't just be a nice, good snowfall 'round here without....conditions, BUT...at least he'd also get to see how that snowmobile might fare when it came to attempting to run down candy canes that seemed to think dragging people under the snow was funneh.

For now, though, still blissfully ignorant, Wayne was just going to cheerfully (well, cheerfully for Wayne, which generally meant slightly more upbeat than a solid stoic line) attend to his breakfast while looking forward to snowmobiling it up once he was done with class fer the day.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

When Wayne got to the common room early that morning to get a start on breakfast, he was not expecting to see that not only was the Christmas Troy still there, it was also fully decked out just the way they'd left it.

He probably should have expected it, really, and didn't know why he felt even a little bit surprised.

He squinted a little at Troy before moving to fridge and the cupboards to start getting everything out to start cooking, until a voice emerged from all that tinsel and garland ornaments.

"Wayne? A little help?" When that wasn't met with an immediate leap to action, he added, a little witheringly, "I really have to use the bathroom."

"Oh, fer fuck's sake!" Wayne huffed slightly, setting down his pots and pans in a clatter before turning sharply to access the situation. Because when a man asked fer help, you helped 'em, but they'd really gone a bit overboard, and Troy, in general, sort of needed all the help he could get.

"I'll go find scissors," he concluded.

Or, at this point, to cut through all that bullshit, some gardening sheers...

[[ open of course! ]]

x_discospider_x

Exactly how all this Christmas decoration stuff showed up in the third floor common room was anyone's guess, really. Maybe somehow, all the stuff from the party on Friday magically just got dumped in the common room instead of the trash.

And exactly how Astrid wound up there explaining some of it to Troy was also sort of a mystery, but there she was, and the concept of Christmas trees and their exploration of their purpose and meaning turned into...well...

There was an small tree on Troy's head with an angel topper; his body was wrapped in garlands and lights, while his hands were held out like branches, holding clumps of sparkling tinsel with a blinking Rudolph nose over his own, while Astrid, marveling the whole time that this was apparently a thing she was doing, was singing along with the gremlin carolers in the room while carefully adding bulb ornaments to the whole ensemble.

"O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy," they sang, "thy candles shine so brightly. O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy, much pleasure though canst give me~"

It was at that moment that Wayne, looking to grab a late lunch, appeared in the doorway, squinted hard at these shenanigan tom fuckeries, and turned his head to look down the hall to consider just leaving.

"Hi, Wayne," Astrid offered. "How are ya now?"

Well, fuck. Now retreat was a little more difficult, wasn't it?

"Good," he replied cautiously, "n'you?"

"Oh," Astrid shrugged, grinning faintly as she hung another bulb on Troy's garlands, "not so bad. Want to help?"

The low grumble of a response indicated that he didn't really want to, not particularleh, but...well, when a man asks fer help...

"Why do you guys do stuff like this?" he had to ask first.

Astrid looked to Troy, since this had been mainly his idea and she just generally went along with things, and he shrugged, as best he could underneath all of his lovely Christmas trappings.

"'Cuz it's fun."

"Yeah," Astrid offered, because she really didn't have anything better herself.

And Wayne squinted a little harder.

"The sight of thee," the singing continued, now with Wayne stoicly joining in and adding more tinsel, "at Christmas time, spreads hope and gladness far and wide~

"O Christmas Troy," Troy was now joining in with his own empassioned harmony, "O Christmas Troy, thou tree most fair and lovely!"

Astrid stepped back to admire their work, with a grateful look at Wayne, who mostly just looked away as if to absolve himself from any hand in this.

"Don't move," she suggested, because some of that stuff was very precariously perched on Troy's person.

He oblidged, definitely long enough for Astrid to snap a picture, but as he held his breath to hold still, he had to point out, "This nose smells like special drink."

[[ why, yes, I did have to take this scene and revise it for Fandom, I could not live with myself if I did not. ANYWAY, it's open like a common room, come admire the Christmas Troy! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had spent a good deal of time, when he got to the common room early that morning to get breakfast going before he had to mosey on over to his class, just sort of squinting into the fridge, occasionally leaking a disconsolate growl-grumble about it, because what he had expected to be in the fridge was not in the fridge, which was a problem, because Wayne didn't particularleh like it when things didn't go as expected.

But he'd convinced himself that he'd be making a very Thanksgiving-themed breakfast that morning, on account of all the leftovers he'd expected (and confirmed having existed all throughout the weekend) to be in the fridge that morning. Only to show up, ready to whip up a Thanksgiving-specific menu, and discover that all the leftovers....were gone.

Another grumble escaped him, because wouldn't it jus' figgur? As soon as he prepares himself fer this sort of thing, the island goes and switches it up on him.

At least, that's what he figgured it was. It made more sense than the idea that anyone had actually eaten all of it by now...

So it was back to a solid, basic, typical breakfast that morning, while Wayne tried hard to not be too disappointed about it.

[[ open breakfast is open! And lacking in leftovers! ]]

x_discospider_x

Troy was back at it again, seeing just how much of those Thanksgiving leftovers in the fridge he could fit between two pieces of bread (withoutmaking a mess of himself, Nina). Which was a lot, thank you very much, and a good thing, too. He was just doing his part to help make sure nothing went to waste!

And then getting comfy on the couch with some cartoon, because Sundays like this were never going to lose their novelty for Troy.

[[ some work-related SP likely, but open common room is totes open! ]]

x_discospider_x

Just because Troy had never actually celebrated Thanksgiving before did not mean he couldn't reap the benefit of everyone else (or at least the island on its own accord) celebrating it. Which meant going back and napping right after he'd finished up his radio broadcast since he didn't have a class to get to, spending a little bit of time adding a few more blankets to the room for effect, and then heading down to the common room to raid the fridge of the copious amount of leftovers that no one had apparently made but were there all the same.

And just because he hadn't celebrated Thanksgiving before didn't mean he couldn't still manage to make an epic leftover sandwich out of that food, either. How he managed to fit that much turkey and potatoes and stuffing and casserole in between two slices of bread was almost a little magical, though his ability to actually eat it without even making a huge mess of it as he settled on the couch to flip between channels in the hopes to find some good sports or action movies was even more impressive, really.

[[ open like a common room, yo ]]

howareyanow

Y'wanna know what? If all Wayne had to deal with that morning was an excess of cranberries that made him feel compelled to whip up cranberry pancakes that morning instead of jus' regular ones, he'd take it. Especially since he knew American Thanksgiving was coming up here soon, which meant that next Monday was probably going to be all turkey in this common room and there prob'ly weren't nothing he could do about it, neither.

So cranberry pancakes? Sure, he'd have cranberry pancakes. And everything else as normal as could be while it still could be.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Well, that was a relief!

Wayne certainly had a contingency plan in place fer if this pony thing managed to last longer than the weekend; he had spent more of his free time practicing how to get a good pancake flip with a pan in one's mouth more than he would like to admit, but he much preferred the fact that he was bipedal with hands instead of hooves again and all that preparation was fer nothing!

So he got to the common room, started making breakfast as per usual, appreciating the use of his hands when he did it because he certainly didn't want to take them for granted again, all the while thinking that ponies were a pretty silly thing to turn into in the first place. He'd go ahead and be pretty stereotypical and assume some of the girls were pretty pleased about the whole thing, but honestly? He thought they should have all just been puppers.

A weekend of being puppers would have been great.

"Mebbe you could get on that fer next time," he said, apparentleh to the island, with a firm nod that seemed to work well enough as an agreement, considering he was talking to an island, apparentleh.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

A Saturday spent bouncing and flying around was… not enough to tire her out. So.

Impromptu party it was!

It was probably best not to think too hard about how Nina had gotten all the towels and drinks and pizza down to the pool or how she sent out a student-wide text—best not to ask how she managed texts either! (The answer was Sir Foomy had helped.)—and stuck up glittery posters all around the dorms announcing the Pony Pool Party.

She even had floats and umbrella'd drinks and music going! How? Don't question it!

Honestly, like, she hoped people showed up but even if they didn't?

Swimming as a pony was totally a blast!

[Feel free to mod your implausibly delivered invitation to this impromptu party! Or just wander on down! Either way, come swim!]

complexfemale

Aside from the daemon thing- which hadn't been so bad- Maeve really hadn't gotten hit with the Fandom weirdness yet.

And then this morning she woke up with hooves.

So if you happened to wander into the second floor common room, you'd find a gray pony with pink hair angrily trying to do things like open the fridge with her mouth while cursing like a sailor. Maybe she could wedge her horn in there to do it, but that was attached to her head and felt like a stupid reason to need paramedics...

[Open!]

howareyanow

There was a lot that could (and would!) be said about this weekend's particular brand of tom fuckery, but there was one thing that Wayne knew fer sure, and that was that ponies, no matter how much they were usually humans or humanoid, didn't belong indoors! Not unless that indoors was a barn, the case of which the dorms were definitely not, so after some well-to-do with the door and a bit of careful awkwardness with the stairs, Wayne finally made it outside, into the open air, and instantly felt better about it.

He s'posed it was a silly thing, to be concerned about, considering he was just as much himself as usual, only in pony form, but it just made him feel a little bit better that if the proper order of what body he was inhabitin' couldn't be in order, at least a simple fact like no ponies indoors could be, and that was that.

Although now he was sort of just squinting out over the landscape wondering just what one did with their newfound pony-ness in general...Mebbe go for a little trot. Go lookin' fer a little hay, or, if he was lucky...some barleh....

[[ open deck is open! ]]

howareyanow

The last few Monday Morning Breakfasts had been a little quiet...some of them considerably so...but did that mean that Wayne was going to cool it on the tradition and back off a little or maybe take a week off or something?

Hard no!

He'd been doing this for well over a year now, and he had no intention of stopping it any time soon, even if he wound up being the only one who cared, because it was tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!

Besides, all the leftovers seemed to still manage to get consumed and enjoyed in a timely fashion, though he didn't exactly know who was eating them or even when, and he s'posed Fosse could be cleaning it all out after a couple of days, but there were still things in that fridge that he was pretty sure had been there longer than he'd even been doing breakfast, so that seemed doubtful.

He was pretty sure one of those things might have been growing eyes.

He wasn't going to be the one to check, though.

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

howareyanow

Yes, there was still an apparent abundance of Halloween candy everywhere in the common room that morning, but if you thought Wayne was actually going to go and incorperate it into his usual breakfast, than you'd clearly been eating too much sugar cereal, bud.

Breakfast was very decidedly, very dedicatedly candy-free, thank you very much, though there weren't nothing stopping anyone from incorperating the candy in their breakfasts all their own, except, y'know, the oppressive inevitability of Wayne's fiercely disapproving squints.

Overall, though, he was just happy he wasn't blue anymore. Or even worse, blue and tiny.

[[ open breakfast is....

.....open! SHOCKING I KNOW ]]

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