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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! ]]

howareyanow

Waking up that morning had Wayne feeling all sorts of skeptical and suspicious, because they'd just had two weeks in a row that weren't normal, and so the fact that things were sudden normal again didn't feel all that normal at all, especially since it was summer, and he was here for last summer, where something not normal every week was what became normal.

...but if it really were normal, he'd happily take it, and he was just going to squeeze as much normal into the morning as he could by sticking to the classics, nothing fancy, just the usual pancakes and eggs and sausage and fruit and international selections of bacon on the menu today.

But maybe, just maybe, things weren't exactly quite as normal as they seemed, though you'd have to look pretty close to realize that, as he was cooking, Wayne's head was bopping up and down a little bit. The music all over the island may have stopped, but that didn't mean the music in Wayne's head had.

Because he still was far from being over a fuckin' guitar-playing dog.

Fuck!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne didn't know everyone's feelings about turnips, really, but he was hardly one to refuse nice, fresh produce when it was available to him. Which meant that breakfast that morning was definitely a little turnip-heavy, but y'wanna know what? Weren't nothing wrong with a good turnip every once in a while.

The abundance of fruit on the island right now made for a good counterpoint to it, too, which meant more crepes because who didn't love a good crepe with some fresh fruit, although Wayne himself might be a little more likely to avoid it on account of the fact that it was summer and he really didn't trust a whole lot of randomly growing fruit on trees around here in the summer. But his little farmboy heart couldn't just let all that nice looking produce just go to waste.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

dauntlessdragoon

Freya understood that this headwave was probably difficult for everyone, and she also figured she should have a much higher constitution for stuff like this, but while, yes, everyone was likely sweltering in this opressive heat, she was pretty sure there weren't many of them who were also sweltering underneath a full body of fur. She was also from a city of perpetual rain, and so the sheer dryness of everything right now made her not only miserable in the heat, but also incredibly homesick for the cool grottos, the relaxing patter of raindrops on Burmecia's domed roofs and exquisite archetecture...

She was hoping maybe going out onto the deck might at least favor her with a breeze or something, or at least a little bit of shade to wallow in, as she flopped onto one of the deck chairs and idly waved a makeshift fan to at least keep her fur from matting to her face with the sweat. If this didn't work, she'd probably just try the beach and swimming; it wasn't like she wasn't already damp....

The loss of her coat and hat wasn't too heartbreaking at the moment, but the disappearance of her shorts and T-shirt were. If only her mother could see her now, dressed in strips of bedhseets wrapped and drapped around her in the style of Cleyran dancer...

If only she was in Cleyra. Sure, she'd be isolated behind a violent windstorm, but at least there'd be wind...

[[ open deck is open, with a slight SP for work warning! ]]

howareyanow

When Wayne checked the weather for that day (even though his days of spending most of his time out chorin' around the farm were currently on hiatus, it was a habit that had yet to die out and probably never would because Wayne was an entity held together by habit and repetition), he saw it was going to start bein' a bit hot, so his breakfast that morning tended to trend on the lighter side of things. More fruits and juices, crepes instead of pancakes for the day, that kind of thing, because he firmly believed that not only was breakfast the most important meal of the day, but it was also important to match the breakfast to the sort of day you were going to have, if you could.

So far, though, everything seemed to be cooperating, even if he did seem to be a bit clumsy this morning, getting a bit of food on his shirt as he was cookin' things up that'll definitely have to be washed out soon, or else it might stain. And that'd be a shame, since this was one of his favorite flannels...

Sure, it looked almost exactly like his complete rainbow array of various flannels, except for the color and the exact pattern if you looked closely, but it was one of the nice ones...

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Depending on how they timed it, some of the breakfast goers might walk in to find Wayne not dutifully minding his pancakes at the stove, but, instead, a few steps over at the counter where he figured the best light was, his phone out, taking pictures of a stack of pancakes he had apparently mixed with food coloring so that they were rainbow-colored, and another stack of pancakes that were artfully sliced into to show that there were rainbow sprinkles inside, like he was setting them up for a fucking Instagram or Pinterest or Fartbook or whatever the fuck all else there was.

Not that he was actually posting to any of those things, because fuck social media, but he'd made the pancakes that way that morning fer Katy, and it didn't do much good, did it, if he made them fer Katy and then didn't even send her pictures.

They weren't good pictures, but they were good enough, and the pancakes themselves being good would more'n make up for it.

Even if Katy was only looking at them instead of actually eating them, but he knew she'd appreciate them all the same.

[[ open breakfast is open and colorful! ]]

howareyanow

No kitchen utensils and pots and pans all up on the ceiling. No everything turning into pizza. No weird colored food or blue milk (save for the little bit kept around for those who were into that sport of thing). Just a nice, normal breakfast, the way God (and Wayne) intended.

And, fuck, it was nice to have a good, normal breakfast around here.

At least nice and normal for the time being, but, realleh, that was all anyone could hope for 'round here. So Wayne got to work, got to cooking, and got to getting the week going right.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Aww....fuck.

There was a problem with breakfast. Wayne didn't like when there was a problem with breakfast, but at least the problem with breakfast usually involved the food being a bit different than he expected, be it in type of food or color or abundance of one thing over the other, but he'd yet to have a problem exactly like this before. And that was the problem that everything....pots, pans, plates, mugs, utentsils, bowls, everything...had been placed extremely high up, and far from any countertop that he could climb to reach it. Even the chairs seemed just a bit too short, leaving him to just look up at the ceiling where all the things were, and truly not appreciating this level of Monday morning shenanigans.

Fuck.

Someone might need to get a ladder.

[[ random breakfast is open! there might even eventually be some food? ]]

dauntlessdragoon

Most of Freya's free time since she'd gotten here was spent either in training, or constantly bouncing around the island. She'd been spending a lot of time in particular doing a loop around the exterior of the island ever since she'd seen Silver washed up on the beach, hoping that, perhaps next time the tide brought someone in, it would be a certain missing Burmecian. A foolish hope, she knew, deep down, but one she couldn't help clinging to, because the thought gave her time here a sort of purpose, even if it was a long shot.

That morning had been no exception, and, when she did her rounds, she grabbed herself some lunch. It was nice, really, to discover that it was incredibly easy to exchange her gil for the local currency here, but she realized that it was going to run out fast, especially since one couldn't simply hunt wildlife for extra pocket gil here. She might have to consider some form of employment soon, especially if the Portaloctiy office still couldn't seem to get the right Gaia...

But that was an issue for another time, perhaps, because right now, Freya had her lunch, and she leaped up to the roof, bouncing with now familiar ease off the stables and the salle and the school to get her there, where she found a good spot to enjoy the view and her food. Some sandwiches, some cheese obtained from a very pushy bear that had no interest in her appeals for avoiding stereotypes, and pickles that she'd grown quite fond of now that she realized they wouldn't be even nearly as strong and potent as Lindblum's infamous gysahl pickles.

It was a nice break, and the island really was beautiful from this spot, so Freya was going to enjoy it as she pondered what to do with the rest of her day, although she knew it would likely just be more combing the beaches with her futile hopes...

[[ open roof is open! ]]

howareyanow

If there was one good thing to say about Nina's class, it was that it certainly made Wayne a little more toleratin' and slightly more accepting of the fact that, sometimes, when you cook...at least around here...some things are going to happen in ways that you don't expect them to. Like mayo in cheesecake. Or in boozy buns.

Or, in today's case, the odd phenomenon that was everything he was making just ending up as a breakfast pizza.

Pancakes? Started out fine. Flipped just fine. But as soon as he took it from the pan and onto a plate? Pizza.

Eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side-up, over-easy, poached? No matter what, pizza.

He even cut up some fruit, went to put it in a bowl, and what did he get? Fuckin' pizza!

At that point, he just gave up and figgured, well....looks like they were having pizza fer breakfast today. Ain't no reason to get excited.

Although it was a pretty good reason to get irritated as hell. Especially considering that when he said everything was turning into pizza, he meant everything. He'd put off making coffee that morning, terrified of what the results might be, but curiousity got the better of him, and as he went to grab the pot...pizza.

Shoulda fuckin' known better.

[[ open breakfast is open! come get some 'pizza'? idk. ]]

howareyanow

Desite Sidon's best efforts, there was somehow a ton of salmon leftover from Nina's birthday party, so Wayne figured it was best get used up quick and incorperated it into breakfast with a new recipe to make the most out of it, in addition to the usual pancakes an' bacon an' other fare.

Plenty of orange juice in the fridge this week, too, and nothing had bothered to mess with the coffee, so, all in all? A pretty good, quiet, regular morning with nothing too disturbing that he'd need to squint at.

Let's mebbe keep it that way, super cheifs.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and it was always something with this place, wasn't it?

Because Wayne, in taking the time that morning to gather all his ingredients and get things all set up to do some major breakfast cooking for the start of another week, found himself glaring and squinting and growling into the open refrigerator.

"What happened," he declared, to no one in particular, because he was the only one there at the moment, nary even a gremlin to be found, "to all the orange juice?"

He was sure it had been there earlier that weekend when he checked to put together his breakfast shopping list, but now there was no sign of any of it, not even the rarely touched 'super extra chewy pulp' one.

Another rumble escaped him as he shook his head to show the refrigerator how much he disapproved of these OJ-related hijinks, closed the door, and got to cooking, soothing his disappointment a little with the reminded that at least it wasn't the coffee that'd gone and just up and left like that.

[[ idk. it's open!! ]]

lovethatjourney

The way Alexis was thinking, they'd have a raging party tonight, wake up tomorrow with mild hangovers, and then spend the rest of the day at the beach, because wasn't that what Memorial Day was all about?

She did not know she was expected to be in class tomorrow.

The lights were lower, there was a dance floor, the music was actually probably a little loud, and there were tables set up with all sorts of beverages. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. She also was maybe iffy on exactly what Memorial Day was commemorating, because aside from the distinct red, white and blue theme, it was very much a celebration of something or other.

[Open party! Feel free to have gotten a mass text invite or having seen the flyers or heard radio.]

lovethatjourney

Honestly, what even was this place? Alexis had been here two weeks and there hadn't been a single party. It was Saturday and the nightlife was dead. This was not what she'd expected when she was supposed to be ~exploring her horizons~ somewhere new. What kind of boarding school was this, anyway?

(Getting kidnapped by a goat man didn't bug her. This did.)

At the very least she'd figured out how lax this place was on giving alcohol to minors, which was a giant plus actually, not that there was any of that in her glass at all, really, and now she was rifling through the fridge to find mixers. If anything had names on it... well, she was new, that excused it, right?

[Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne wasn't quite sure if he was really in the clear for continuing his tradiational Monday Morning Breakfasts without interferance from a Sunday Morning Usurper, considerin' said potential Sunday Morning Usurper had gone home fer the weekend, so he wasn't about to let his guard down, but it had been nice to not have to worry about it Sunday Morning.

Although he wouldn't have been at all surprised if Nina'd hop a portal back just to make breakfast and then hop right back to whatever fuck all she was doing elsewhere.

But she hadn't, or, if she had, she'd done it without anyone noticing, which wasn't Nina's style at all, so Wayne just set to gettin' breakfast ready as per usual, politely ignoring the fact that the eggs and the ham were, in fact, green.

And there was a little gremlin in the corner makin' a show about how he refused to eat them, as if he was even going to be gettin' some in the first place.

"Just so long as you don't go tryin' to eat anyone tryin' to mind their own business and have their own breakfast instead, there, super cheif."

[[ open breakfast is open with hopefully less chance of brainkill like last week! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Success!

Nina had managed to work out the finicky little details of her spell-present for Prompto and now it was just time to bring it outside and let it absorb.

Which, like, mostly just had her sitting outside, on a blanket, with her spell book open to the evening sky. Hard work, totally. The intricate runes and lines were glowing a soft, pale blue that was barely noticeable.

To keep herself busy while her book was doing its job, Nina was sewing. Not costumes for Foomy this time, but a costume for the little stuffed toy squirrel she had.

[Open, of course!]

seriesofbaddecisions

As far as Sabine could tell, no one was currently living on the fourth floor, which meant maybe there'd be some privacy for a movie night in. Why bother roommates when you could just find your own space?

There was popcorn made and sitting on the table, and from her spot on the couch w she flipped through choices, Sabine asked, "What kinds of movies do you like, anyway?"

[For one, unless you have some reason to be on an empty floor!]

howareyanow

Wayne was still mebbe a little bit sore about what felt a little like an attempt at a breakfast coupe to him, what with Nina going and making breakfast yesterday morning, but he s'posed she could have also just been doing what she thought was nice for the new students and didn't want them to have to wait until Monday to get a good meal in their stomachs, and so he supposed he'd just have to wait it out and see if she decided to go ahead and do it every Sunday, just like he did every Monday, and if that were the case, well, then...

She could have at least picked literally any other day of the week that wasn't the one right before his breakfast day, if that were the case.

But again, it was something he wouldn't be able to determine until next week, so there was no point in fussin' about it now, especially not when he had a traditional Monday morning breakfast to start putting together, all the usual trappings and fixing, from yer pancakes and eggs to your bacon and sausage, fruit for the grease-averse, juice, coffee, so on and so forth.

He figgured, what with some people needing to be up for classes and the particular aroma ventilating structure of the dorms itself, there should be at least a few people, if not the good ol' regulars, wandering in to see what's up and to get a little fuel.

It was, after all, the most important meal of the day.

Even if the Internet might tell you that was all just marketing, Nina.

[[ open breakfast is open, come get some food! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Now, like, she knew that Wayne would get his nose right out of joint if she tried taking over breakfast tomorrow but today, now, that was anyone's grab and she was up and at it bright and early, prepping all the food.

Because, sure, they'd been fed at the picnic yesterday but after the first night in a strange new place, well, who wouldn't want freshly made breakfast?

That was Nina's theory anyway.

She had the radio on, playing a bunch of pop songs that she hummed along with as she worked on setting out a spread truly worthy of the name breakfast.

Besides, like, it was a matter of pride since she was teaching cooking this semester…

For those who preferred lighter breakfasts, there was an assortment of yogurts and cereals and fruit that she'd cut neatly into pieces. She had a plethora of breakfast pastries (though those, at least, she'd obtained through a very early morning run to J,GoB) and was making bacon and sausages to go along with waffles, pancakes, and French toast…

It all smelled divine.

[So, so open!]

howareyanow

Since this was the last Monday morning breakfast before the start of the summer session, before they were likeleh to get in a fresh crop of new students to take advantage of the Monday morning breakfast tradition, Wayne thought he'd mix it up a little.

In the very basic way that he tended to 'mix things up,' which meant doing crepes instead of pancakes and deciding to focus a bit more on some made-to-order omelettes. You know, where you could tell Wayne what you wanted in yours and he would probableh judge you for it.

And, of course, mixing it up also meant he'd gone and made a nice quiche, because, fuck. Who didn't love a good quiche every once in a while?

But next week, it would definitely be back to the old standards, on account of the fact that the best intro to Monday morning breakfasts would be to stick to the tradition.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

amitragic

Ulysses' daily rhythm had gone immediately to shit as soon as classes had ended for the term. He couldn't help it, he was nocturnal by nature and had no control over that! It was honestly a miracle he ever managed to keep to a sane schedule even when classes were actually happening, considering he only ever had like two per week he had to be physically present for.

He would've probably still been fast asleep even now if a FaceTime call from his mother hadn't woken him up. And, seriously, he deserved a fucking medal for how well he'd pretended to not have just woken up.

He thought.

... Look, his mom hadn't outright said anything about it, so he was probably in the clear.

Anyway, since he was all awake and shit, he'd decided to drag himself out to the common room in search of sustenance (still in pj bottoms and an over-sized t-shirt) - and found donuts and non-alcoholic mead laid out on the counter. A veritable mini mountain of the former and several bottles of the latter, with plates and glasses helpfully by their side.

"Oh my God yes."

Who said five donuts and a glass of mead in the afternoon couldn't be breakfast? Definitely not Ulysses, who flopped down onto a couch with a happy sigh to enjoy his most important meal of the day.

[ooc: When have I last posted one of these? NO IDEA. Open, come get some vappu treats!]

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