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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 ]]

thebeastofhouston

Arabella had planned an entire wedding before, and not just any wedding, a Prime society wedding. Okay, that had largely been Catalina, but Arabella had helped, and no one had gotten poisoned! A last-minute Halloween party should be a snap. She was running into some...unexpected complications, though.

"What do you mean, you can't guarantee how many pizzas will actually be delivered?" she asked her phone. "'These things just happen,' I see...can you--what was that?" She jerked to look over her shoulder in the direction of the suspicious rustling noise in the corner, but there was nothing there. "Sorry, okay, so about the pizzas..."

((Open common room is open!))

thishouseishaunted

Did anyone at this school actually use the lockers? Or were they purely decorative, there for the ~aesthetic~?

Maybe all of them were portals to secret worlds, but only one of them greedy enough to occasionally eat a passing student.

These were all questions that Mae was not at all bothering to contemplate when locker 327 suddenly burst open and spat her out into a heap on the floor.

"So," she said to no one in particular, without sitting up. "That was horrible."

She was basically never going to get that music out of her head.

[SHE LIVES! Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne wasn't sure he should've told those dancing pumpkin people who pretty much just danced their way on in, grabbed themselves some breakfast, and then danced their way right back out that some of the pancakes that morning were, in fact, made with pumpkin, but they (and the skeletons) kept occasionally dancing back on through fer more, so at this point, he figured they probably knew, but he made sure to keep the cans of pumpkin he was using out on display if they want the hint without him having to go and make things awkward.

As if a buncha random pumpkin people and skeletons prancing in through the common room to grab breakfast and then prance their way right back out wasn't awkward enough already.

He just made breakfast. It wasn't his place to ask questions. 'Specially since he knew those questions likely didn't even have any answers...

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina, knowing that this was her chance to sell tickets had, like, maybe gone a bit over the top? But, like, it was more fun that way, right? Right?

Besides, it kept her from getting bored and no one wanted that.

So, Nina's command of the lobby had the place looking like it was a scene out of a horror movie today. Black wooden walls, each slat showing signs of wear and tear, a shiny black floor that looked almost… viscous, and ragged curtains blowing over dark windows (which, if you looked out them would show various scenes of pure desolation) set the scene. Did the lobby usually have windows? Well, it did today and that was all that mattered! The ceiling was now a hundred thousand fractured mirrors and there were cobwebs strewn artfully about.

Things skittered by now and then, too fast to be seen except out of the corner of your eyes. With every footfall, the floor groaned, like something lived underneath it.

In the center of the lobby was the desk, which Nina sat demurely behind, a vision in deep purple and a jaunty witch's hat propped up on her curls. The desk itself was covered in a black tablecloth and more cobwebs. If you looked closely at them, they shivered and shifted, as if alive. A sign, in blood red letters, stated:

HOMECOMING 2020

Get your tickets here!

And, sure, you could try and tell her that Homecoming wasn't on Halloween but Nina wasn't listening on that matter. She was having way, way too much fun!

[Work has been attempting to murder me. Plz entertain me?]

thebeastofhouston

Arabella was returning from her science class when an exhausted deliveryman stopped her just outside the dorm. "Arabella Baylor?"

"Yeeees?" she asked.

"Sign here, please."

Care package? But she'd just gotten back from Houston...Arabella scribbled down her signature and waited to be handed a box or something, but the guy just said, "Have fun with it," and walked away.

It was then that Arabella noticed the twelve foot skeleton standing on the lawn.

"What the--hey, I didn't order this!" The guy ignored her. "How did you get this thing up all those stairs?" Still no answer. Arabella stared up at the skeleton. The skeleton...stared off into the distance, several feet above her head. "What the heck am I supposed to do with you?"

((Open to all who would like to boggle at Arabella's new friend!))

howareyanow

Wayne had, very briefly, considered an attempt to incorperate all the candy that was just sitting around into his breakfast for that morning, and the fact that he'd even thought about it for a second bothered him a bit, that it was his natural impulse to just see what the island had given them and think about using it first and foremost before considering that candy didn't belong in breakfast!

There was definitely a disconsolate growl. This place was starting to make him 10-ply. Or at the very least, three.

So it was breakfast as normal, without any candy, although if anyone wanted to be spare parts enough to incorperate the candy into their breakfast themselves, they were more than welcome, though Wayne may personally, privately wish upon them that every piece they plucked out of those bowls would be black licorice, and they'd learn their lesson.

The pancakes may have taken on a certain mouse-eared shape, though. Whether or not that was done intentionally or by influence of the island, though, Wayne would never tell.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Considering how Wayne had spent most of his weekend stuck in his room with a stubborn mule that refused to move past the doorway until Wayne accepted the idea that the mule was something called a daemon that was apparently something to do with Wayne's soul or other such tom fuckery, thus putting them at quite the expected impasse, and considering how last Monday not only had everything all tiny, but also had Miles bein' all sticky and going out a window, he was going to be a little put out and peeved off if breakfast that morning was anything but normal.

Normal food, normal dishes, he had managed to squeeze in the normal shopping on account of the mule having at least a healthy respect fer tradition...so far...so good!

At least everything on his side of things seemed good'n'normal that morning.

He did not expect that to stay as such once his fellow students started coming 'round, though. He may be stubborn, but he wasn't stupid.

[[ open breakfast is open and bemoaning the fact that I never got around to Wayne and his mule this weekend ]]

gospel_of_oblivion

Illyana was sprawled out on the couch tonight, entwined with a dual-colored fox, as there was a Wendy the Werewolf Slayer marathon on the tv.

What? She liked the ass-kicking, and laughing at their magic.

She had a pile of blankets, some popcorn, and the other part of her soul. It was going to be a good night.

[OOC: Open post, open spots on the couch!]

bookbeltof_love

It was a nice enough day out that Nina, after a few detours, dragged herself, a picnic basket full of food, a few books, and a soft, thick and fluffy blanket up onto the roof.

Dahanain was there too, since it had seemed... like a bad idea to not bring him with. He'd agreed with her, like he knew something she didn't, which drove her a little bit mad but, like, from what he'd said that was just how it was supposed to be.

So Nina, and her daemon danger noodle (aka a blue Malayan coral snake) were hanging out on the roof.

"If you, like, get eaten by a plant I'm not helping you," she warned when Dahanain made to slither off the blanket in the direction of the greenhouse.

"You're just salty I'm not spilling all of my secrets," Dahanain said with a flick of his tail.

"Too right," Nina said, turning back to her book.

"You wouldn't either."

"Also true!!!!!!!!" Nina conceded.

After all, she liked doing her best to keep secrets from herself.

[Open as a roof is, naturally!]

lovethatjourney

Alexis had no idea why she had a peacock. And there'd maybe been a little shrieking at having a bird in her room when she woke up, but it'd been short, because as it turned out Preston was pretty cool, and chill.

Which was why they were hanging out in the common room watching whatever was on E! and snarking.

Totally normal scene here, folks.

[Open!]

x_discospider_x

Troy had spent a good deal of time in the clinic since getting shocked that afternoon, yet another notch in a row of notches that added up to a....very weird day. But they'd cleared him to go back to the dorms, as long as he took it easy, and so he charmed his way into getting two lollipops, and headed back.

And since he was supposed to take it easy, he went ahead and kicked back in the common room with his lollipops and some ice cream, and went to find something good to watch on TV.

When he came across Kickpuncher, he knew his search was over. And since it was playing on network television, all the best parts had been edited out so he wouldn't get too amped up! Perfect!

He was, honestly, just trying to not be worried too much about Miles right now...

He just hoped he was okay.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

howareyanow

It was hard saying goodbye to old Gus yesterday (well, and Katy-Kat, too, but that was diff'rent!), and Wayne had almost considered maybe keeping him around, but the farm was easily the best place for the bo, but it had still been nice to have him around for the weekend and get to introduce him to a few people, too.

But now it was back to business as usual, and breakfast as usual, or at least breakfast as usual as well as it could be when all he seemed to have were tiny knives and tiny pans and tiny plates...

So breakfast might be a while today unless you were lookin' fer some...lighter fare, which was why there was also a box of doughnuts on the table fer everyone to hold them over in the meantime.

[[ and open breakfast is open and tiny! ]]

gospel_of_oblivion

Illyana didn't have anyone here for her and that was fine. Really. She got to go home one weekend a month to see Strange and Wong and have magic lessons, and yes, she wanted to be home more, but it was fine. Whatever.

That totally wasn't why she was trying to make pelmeni on the stove. There wasn't any Feelings that she was trying to ignore. She was just hungry, and had already spent her allowance for the month, and was reduced to using the shit in the back of the freezer to make herself a snack.

//Gods-damned fucking--// Illyana balled-up her dough and started rolling it out again. //Even-out you stupid pile of flour.//

Okay, it wasn't going as easy as she'd hoped. But in her defense, the last time she'd helped her mother make them, she'd been six. It wasn't exactly a skill she'd used while under Belasco's tutelage.

At least she'd gotten the meats and onion all chopped up and mixed easily? But knives were way easier to use than rolling pins...

[OOC: Open post, and open food! Though she'll hit you with the rolling pin if you try to eat them before they're done.]

howareyanow

Probably not surprising anyone fer this week, considering the weekend, Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast to find the fridge was particularly well-stocked with sauerkraut and bratwurst, and, not one to let things like that just go to waste, added a frittata and some hash to the usual offerings and expected pancakes.

And he weren't going to even say nothing about it, either, because, as far as weird things to happen on a Monday morning, that barely even registered as one, so it seemed a bit...silly to go and make a fuss.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

dauntlessdragoon

After spending the most of her morning in training as usual, Freya finished things off with another leap up the dormitory building to the roof. She'd almost gotten it in two leaps today, too, but she was not quite there yet. The temptation to hop back down and try again was strong, but she was feeling her training and pushing herself beyond efficiency wouldn't do much good in the long run.

So she settled near the edge of the roof to finally rest a bit and enjoy the view and look up to the sky a little, already feeling the colder weather sweep in and, hopefully, as she recalled someone mentioning may be in store for them soon, some rain.

But this was still nice. Even if she did have to contend with her restlessness trying to enjoy it.

[[ aaaand guess who is WAY overrstaffed again this morning! Ugh. Open roof is totes open ]]

nicedragonsfinishlast

Surprisingly (and probably more to the Sushi Station's generosity than anything else), Julius had ended his date with Alexis with more money than he'd anticipated. So after leaving Ethics, he'd put in a call for Thai takeout (and had ended up with far more of that than he'd anticipated, too, and--okay, where did the enchiladas come from?) and then headed up to the roof to offer...a lot of food to go with talking?

Maybe someone had heard his thoughts about gluttony in Ethics today. After being a lizard for three months, he wasn't putting anything past this island.

[Open, but slow!]

howareyanow

There was a whole new step that had been developed, recently, in Wayne's process for gettin' up and makin' breakfast to start the day. It started with him actually waking up, gettin' ready (a process that didn't take too long at all), checking radio, checking his hawkey fights, and then heading to the common room, and (this was the new part) doing a swift but thorough look around the place to check fer anything...funny. Because if there was anything funny, he wanted to make sure he got wind of it before getting into his cooking, even if the funny didn't even directly relate to the cooking itself.

Like today, there was definitely a gremlin hanging out over behind the TV, which was generally good to know, because if he hadn't done that sweep, then he could have come right out and surprised someone at an inopportune moment, and now he could at least give people the warning.

Other'n that, though, everything seemed normal, the food was all as it should be, the equipment was all right...Well, it seemed all the usual plates had been replaced with small plastic kiddy plates with cartoon characters and dividers in 'em, but if that and the gremlin were the worst of what he was getting today, Wayne wasn't going to complain!

...not too much, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

sparkinyou

After a day like yesterday, Miles decided the best thing he could do was get out of his room. Granted he only made it as far as the common room but hey, it was progress.

Currently he was on the couch with his headphones on and sketching away in his sketch book.

But probably what most people would notice is that he was caught up in the music he was listening to without really knowing the lyrics.

Needless to say, I gave her a steak
She was a bad bad, never the bae
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a rake
OooooOOOOooooooOOOOooo

You're welcome to correct him.

[Open like an open thing. That's open. I don't know. Just come visit.]

howareyanow

If Wayne was a little more inclined to pay attention to American traditions, he might not have been as surprised as he was to find that the stove in the kitchenette of the third floor common room had been replaced by a grill, nor would he question the fact that the common room was definitely doing its 'nudge Wayne in a certain culinary direction ' thing by providing a lot of beef and buns that morning.

As it was, he just thought it was a little excessive, because he'd just been doing grillin' fer the party that weekend.

But, never one to shy away from the challenge of what the island seemed to want to foist onto him (not these days, anywhey, not anymore...), he just readjusted accordingly, and got to work, making a breakfast that was a little heavier on burgers than pancakes, though he did manage a bit of those, too, as well as the usual variety of things, fer all the variety of palates that went beyond the favored 'just fill up a plate' approach.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

x_discospider_x

It was late in the afternoon, and Troy had just gotten up and rolled out of bed and now he was in the common room in his pyjamas with his feet up on the coffee table, cartoons on the TV, the biggest bowl he could find filled with the most sugary cereal on the shelf, with chocolate milk poured into it and it was the most amazing thing ever and weird magical boarding school kicked ass and he was all for it.

Sure beat being stuck at Kingdom Hall all day, even if he did miss the juice and cookies. Sure, he could just go get juice and cookies, but it just wasn't the same.

[[ open! Work is dead and my coworkers are insufferable, please send help ]]

mother_forker

Eleanor had pretty much shown she was no good in a firefight despite her claim that her gun was defective.

So instead of going out into town and earning even more tiny ball size bruises, she made her way to the roof with a large plastic cup that was totally not full of wine coolers and sat down to watch the show from afar.

"I wonder if this is how ~~meta-for~~ Hunger Games started," she said, taking a long sip through her Twizzler straw.

[For anyone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a cannon.]

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! ]]

complexfemale

This all felt weird. Maeve was sure she was in for major adjustments and culture shock and it was going to be hard and take some getting used to, and that was before she ended up rooming with a cat girl who didn't think she was a cat girl, which made her at least consider that she herself might be the crazy one.

So yeah. Weird.

She got herself set up enough in her room, slept off some of the jet lag, and then decided to wander around a little and get a better feel for the place. When she found the deck, she took a seat and lit up a cigarette, figuring this was a fine enough spot. She had a book on her if she decided she wanted to stay out here a while. At least out here she didn't have to worry about anything else.

[Open!]

howareyanow

It was becoming a part of the routine at this point, Wayne making a little extra time in his Monday mornings to head to the common room to prepare himself for whatever tom fuckery the island was going to throw at him, although the steps were sometimes a little different based on what had happened the week before. This week, he first went to check the fridge, and was pleased to find that there was not a single shrimp to be found. And the next step was to check the cabinets, where all the dry ingredients and the pots and pans and plates and utensils were all just as they should. The stove? Working fine. Coffee maker? Coffee as it should. Wayne cautiously whipped up a little test batter for a test pancake, and, sure enough, just a regular pancake came out in the end.

So everything was normal fer breakfast that day, which you'd have thought would make Wayne happy, but, oh contrar-ray, it was having just the opposite effect, causing him to grumble in dissatisfaction as he got to work.

'Cause a quiet, normal day today more'n likeleh meant it had something in store fer next week instead.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne, while emitting a low, dissatisified sort of rumble in his chest and throat the whole time, didn't want to jump to any fucking conclusions, or nothin', but he felt that was a good direction to focus his ire for what seemed to be this Monday morning's choice of tom-fuckery.

He wasn't going to say anything about it--well, prob'ly not, not unless he was mebbe provoked, by what would only necessitate the mere whisper of suggestion--but there were definitely shrimp omelettes that morning, and he felt they all knew who could be blamed fer that one.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

It wasn't often that Sabine gave herself the time to actually binge anything. But she'd wanted to chill for a bit and she'd flipped just long enough to find the Discovery Channel. And then she'd stayed on it. Apparently it was easy to get sucked into watching giant fish be badass?

So she was still here, watching whatever was showing on Shark Week today, and thinking her armor was due for a repaint...

[Open!]

howareyanow

In his experience keepin' up this whole Monday morning breakfast tradition (for well over a year now! Who'd've thunk?), Wayne had sort of figured there were three kinds of tom-fuckery that were likely to occur fer those days when tom-fuckery was going to just up and happen: there was the kind that sort of spread over the whole island, which were generally speaking more rare these days, as they tended to be pretty weekend-heavy and were over come Monday morning. There were the ones that seemed pretty common-room-specific, where there was something particular wrong with the stock afforded to him for making his breakfasts, like an abundance of broccoli or all the eggs turning green, something like that. And then there was the third kind, the kind that he figgured he might as well dub 'the Nina Effect,' where he started out cooking something like normal, but when he went to put it on the plate, it came out completely different from what he'd expected it to be.

In his estimation, the third one was the worst one, because it was unpredictable and a firm display of how things Should Not Work, and yet, there they were.

This one seemed to have an added element of Number Two in there, too, since Wayne had noticed an awful lot of graham crackers and chocolates and marshmallows in the cupboard that morning, which he had tried to ignore. Which is probably exactly why the place decided that every pancake he made, no matter how he made it, wound up being s'mores pancakes.

Which were, of course, an abomination, but what could you do? That was just island tom-fuckery for you right there.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

Astrid had laid some of the first layers of paint onto her mural and, knowing she'd have to wait for it to dry before adding more, she figured it was a good time to take care of some laundry, especially since she could appreciate the fact that she even could do laundry, unlike a few weeks ago. She separated the dirty clothes, colors from lights, cold from hot. It was something she always liked doing, the sorting, dropping the coins, the soothing smell of detergent and dryers, rumble of the machines, the snap of cotton and denim when she folded her clothes, her newly fresh sheets. It was a lot quieter here than the laundromats she was used to growing up, filled with children playing games with their mothers’ laundry baskets, wearing them like cages, sitting in them like boats. Astrid always wanted to sit in them, too, pretend she was sailing.

But her mother hated any chore, especially the ones that had to be performed in public. She waited until all their clothes were dirty, and sometimes washed their underwear in the sink, so they could put it off another few days. When they finally could not get away with it one day more, they'd quickly load their wash in the machines and then leave, go take in a movie, look at some books. Each time, they'd come back to find it wet,thrown out on top of the washers or on the folding tables. Astrid hated it that people handled their things. Everybody else could stay and watch their laundry, why couldn’t they? “Because we’re not everybody," Ingrid would say. “We’re not even remotely like everybody.”

Except even she had dirty laundry.

But now Astrid could stay and watch the laundry, and no one would handle her things and leave them like a damp mountain on top of the machines. She might be too big now to sit in a basket like a boat, but she could watch the tumble of colors in the dryer, or just close her eyes and be lulled by the steady, thumping rumble of the machines, slightly unbalanced, in the quiet of a room in the dorms that, like the pool, she suspected not a lot of people spent much time in, which almost made her feel, in that moment, that it was simply hers.

[[ look, when canon hands you a nice little vignette about laundry, you use it, and Astrid has been so loud to me lately. taken mostly from Chapter 27 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch, which is being all sorts of scrambled and rearranged at the moment, and definitely open! ]]

howareyanow

Welp. Hopefully no one out of the (somewhat dwindling) usual suspects had a nut allergy, because it appeared that the common room was beset with nuts that morning.

And by beset, Wayne almost meant overflowing, because opening up the cabinets and being greeted with no small waterfall of almonds and cashews and acorns, pistachios and chestnuts and filberts, that clattered to the floor at his feet and caused him to just sort of look at all the nuts and sort of hope that the squirrels, at least, would be hungry that morning, because that was a lot of nuts.

Nuts that would not be making it into his breakfast, because he already had the usual menu plan, and he honestly wasn't feeling very much like he wanted to trust cabinet nuts today. But he certainly wasn't going to stop anyone if they felt a bit more inclined.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Even though it'd only been a week since things had been a bit fruity loops around here, a part of Wayne was almost feeling like things had been too normal, and weren't that an odd thought just there? But he'd been here on this weird little island for over a year, it wasn't really that surprising that he'd get acclimated to its quirks and whims and feel a little compelled to have something a bit more interesting than the normal sometimes fer his Monday mornings.

He thought about messing with the pancake batter with colors or sprinkles again, but that didn't have quite the same appeal when he knew Nina wasn't likely to be around to complain about them.

He'd done crepes, he'd done omelettes, he'd done quiches, he'd done breakfast pizzas, even. He'd almost felt like he was running out of new ideas....

...which, in turn, only reminded him that, realleh, if it weren't broke, then why bother go fixin' it, and time would come 'round where he'd have no choice but to do something different and weird because the island was actin' up again, so he should appreciate the simple while he could, nodded resolutely, and, with that small little morning insight, got to cooking.

Only to discover that all his pancakes appeared to be coming out of the pan with faces on them.

"...well, fuck."

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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