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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!]

bookbeltof_love

Post radio, Nina had taken the time to make a parfait in the common room, then she'd grabbed her things and made her way up to the roof.

Like, her brother was spending a lot of time up here, which had given her an idea. She didn't really expect him to be up here this early, especially when there was no class, so working on her idea up here had seemed like a sound idea.

The fact that she could spread out a blanket and lounge on it as she worked her way through the art of designing a new spell in her notebooks was, like, just a bonus?

It was so nice out! If she were anyone else then, like, maybe it would be almost enough for her to forget that a lot of her favourite people were leaving shortly but she hadn't and she wouldn't.

Especially not since her Wednesday update to Noctis had been less an update and more a pile of questions about what Prompto would be doing for him in less than a week's time.

(At least, like, she assumed. Nina hadn't actually asked when Prompto was leaving because she didn't want to know the answer but at the same time the boyos were coming for graduation which… well… she didn't think he wouldn't go with them…)

The weekend was going to suck.

And Noctis, like, was actually paying attention because rather than answering her obsessive questions about her brother, he tossed one back at her instead:

Why don't you finish school in Insomnia?

Like it was that easy.

"Why are boys so stupid?????????????????????????!" she complained, even though the problem was, in this case, that he wasn't stupid at all and she just didn't want to deal. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Open, of course! Noctis modded with permission naturally! <3 ]

howareyanow

Wayne wasn't really sure if the end of the semester would mean that more people would be likeleh to show up for breakfast that morning because they didn't have classes to get to, or that fewer people would show up because they didn't have classes to get to and would be sleeping in instead, but, either way, it didn't matter, because Wayne was going to get up bright and early as usual, check his hockey fights, and then head to the common room to whip up breakfast, as per usual.

He might be just a touch cranky about it, though, since he had to dig through a fridge full of celery to get to the usual breakfast ingredients he needed fer his pancakes and whatnot, but that also just meant he'd make a little extra time to chop some of that up, add a little peanut butter and plop a few raisins in it to make some Ants on a Log. And half expected them to turn into actual ants on log once they were finished.

But they didn't. They just stayed pieces of celery with peanut butter and raisins on them, and that was a good thing. Wayne really didn't want to deal with ants getting all up in his breakfast, but there might have been a small part of him that was a little disappointed in a weird sort of way.

If anything, it would have given him something to complain about.

Not that he was one to complain, of course.

[[ open breakfast is open! What was I saying last week about themes? ]]

hashtag_chocobro

He'd been kind of quiet and sneaky ~~and handwavey~~ about it, but Prompto had been spending a lot of time up on the roof of the dorms, especially at dusk, so that he could catch the sunsets and stay up just looking at the night sky. He didn't even care if it was a little cloudy and he couldn't see the stars, the point was that he could still actually just sit out there on the roof, at night, and enjoy it, and he didn't really want to think about the fact that, in a little over a week, something like this would practically be a thing of the past.

There were a lot of things he was going to miss about this place, but nights without daemons was one he never took for granted. And, sure, things were safe back home in Insomnia, but it just wasn't ever going to be like this again...

...and, sure, this place wasn't without its own daemons and monsters and scary things, but it at least had sunsets that didn't fill you with cripplling dread and that ever present worry that there might not be a sunset to follow one day...

And so he was there, as he would be as much as he could manage for the next week, too, just soaking it in and enjoying as many of these nights as he could while he could.

Man, was he going to miss stars...

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

howareyanow

There was, thankfulleh, nothing gone funny about anything with breakfast that morning, much to Wayne's satisfaction, and he'd really come to appreciate those mornings when he could just come in, make breakfast, and not have anything untoward happen or anything too odd or, worse, silly going on.

It did come with a small side helping of suspicion, though, making him wonder if the island was just being easy on breakfast leading up to the summer, but they did say you should never look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, he s'pose, in this case, never take a proper pancake, expected egg, super sausages, or correct coffee fer granted!

He'd have to help himself to hearty, healthy heaps of helpings hitherto his hungry horde's habitual h'arrival.

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

cypher_can_fly

Well, Owen had learned one very important lesson these past 48 hours: he was absolutely, positively, totally not ready to be a father.

Still, that wasn't any reason to be weird about it, right? Or at least... weirder... than... a certain treshold of weird. Yep. Yes.

"Picnic on the roof," he declared, gesturing broadly at the spread - picnic blanket, basket, food - he'd put down on the roof. He grinned sunnily at Anya and gave her a thumbs up. "Dig in!"

Oh, please have this work.

[[ open ]]

howareyanow

Yes, there were tiny humans running around the island all amuck and energetic (and, in his experience so far, loud), which definitely gave Wayne pause about Monday Morning Breakfast, because it just seemed like a recipe for a kid trap if he ever heard one, but Monday Morning Breakfast was tradition, and you didn't fuck with tradition, and he'd managed to pull through Monday Morning Breakfasts in worse conditions than these before...

...though not worse by much!

And no, he was not going to be making any silly kid-shaped or kid-sized pancakes or bringing out the sugar cereals with the cartoon characters on the box or any sort of nonsense like that. Kids were just little people but more terrible, and so he was going to treat them like he would anyone else, because making consession fer kids like that didn't do 'em any favors and just made them soft.

Kind of like sitting.

Honestly, though, Wayne was just sort of hoping it was all over now that it was Monday and things would be back to normal again, starting with nice, normal, non-kid-influenced breakfast.

[[ and open as always, even if I'll be sloooooow until later! ]]

howareyanow

Thus far, Wayne had actually managed to be be blissfully ignorant of any shenanigans going on with the island that particular weekend, as evidenced by the fact that he'd even bothered going outside instead of just hiding out in his room all day, organizing his plaids or something, just to avoid as many children as possible. He did not particularly care for kids, not even when he was a kid himself, so it was sheer ignornace that allowed him to leave himself exposed like this on an otherwise unsuspecting morning.

But it was also Easter, which meant he was missing out on the annual Easter egg hunt tradition back home, and his attempt to get into the spirit of it remotely was to go have his coffee and a morning dart outside on the deck, where he had a seat, lit his cigarette, took a few sips of coffee, and then settled in to keep an eye on his phone because Katy had promised to live-tweet the event for him so he didn't feel too left out.

They mentioned that Squirrel Dan's cousin Samuel offered to be Wayne's stand-in for the hunt, but Wayne wasn't going to be on board with that idea. He fucking hated Samuel. He fucking hated Samuel so much.

Samuel, it should be noted, was a seven-year-old.

[[ open deck is open! please torture Wayne with children. mwa ha ha ]]

overparented

Janet was here, not yet realizing how covered in glitter she actually was, and selling tickets to prom. Pajama prom. Which was... different, when it came to themes?

So on her down time she was on her phone, trying to figure out how to style pajamas. As you do.

[Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

Ah-ha! Marvelous! It was Sidon's turn to sell tickets for the annual prom, and, since it was his last time selling tickets for the annual prom, he would make sure to make the most out of it! Of course, a splendid job had been done with the banner announcing the event and all the glitter, but now Sidon had brought a copious amount of balloons and streamers into the picture as well. Why, he was practically swimming in them!

But, then again, swimming did tend to be Sidon's preferred state of being!

Either way, he was there, there were tickets, there were voting ballots for prom king and queen, and there was a very large red Zora prince peddling it all, with all the showmanship and verve people had come to expect from him, right down to the fact that he was calling out to everyone who passed by, asking if they'd gotten their tickets yet, come get your tickets! Didn't they all look fantastic today? Tickets! Get your tickets!

[[ open! ]]

intotheout

It was Tip's last turn selling prom tickets.

She really needed to stop thinking about things that way.

Either way, she was parked in the lobby with the tickets and the glitter, texting with J.Lo and missing Norman. Who was going to dance with her at her last prom if not the boy who did it even when he was a crab?

[open!]

bookbeltof_love

After breakfast, Nina grabbed her signs and her tablet and everything else she needed for what she assumed would be hard, long day of mostly hanging out on social media since she couldn't get stuff ready for her class ahead of time due to selling prom tickets.

Alas. Alack.

Nina set herself up with her incredibly glittery signs proclaiming to all and sundry that this was this place to get tickets for the:

2020 FANDOM HIGH PAJAMA PROM

She had extra glitter—for any who wanted it—and the aforementioned tickets as well as a winning smile and way, way too much energy, as per usual.

Her inability to properly set up for class did give her time to set up a poll asking if she ought to tell her brother that it was a pajama prom so that he knew not to overdress in his dress uniform for it or if she should just let him show up overdressed like woah for it.

Public opinion seemed fairly evenly split. Iris just wanted to know what pajamas she was wearing, which led Nina down another long, winding Googling path to see if she felt like buying a new nightgown just for this or not…

And, really, if Prompto was so oblivious that he missed all the signs and glitter and news (both in the lobby this week and all over her social media, like a gleeful, glittery doom) well, like, Nina sort of felt he deserved to show up over-dressed.

On the other hand, like, that would upset him and she didn't want to do that…

What was a girl to do?

Besides, like, it was enough to keep her from mulling over the twin concerns of 'was she going to have to ask Owen to the Prom or would he know enough to know she really wanted him to ask her?' and 'would it be over-stepping if she just, like, made the ballots for voting for the Prom King and Queen herself?'

Clearly, while she was doing nothing important, she somehow had more than enough to keep herself busy all the same?

howareyanow

Wayne was just a bit skeptical about using the eggs that morning, since he'd opened each carton up to a colorful array of dyed and painted ones, but the eggs themselves seemed fine after one experimental batch, so he figured it was just the island doing it's thing.

"Yer a bit early, there, bud," he said, to...the eggs, he s'posed.

But, then again, next monday would be too late, and it was better too early than too late.

Either way, there was breakfast, and a sense of relief that it was only the outsides of the eggs that were painted.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

If Wayne had known that Nina was going to go and do a fruity-loops kinds of thing like having pancakes for supper last night, he'd have made plans to do something a bit different for breakfast the following morning, like crepes or maybe even some blintzes. But since there was no predicting that there'd be pancakes for supper at his surprise birthday party, it couldn't be helped, and it looked as though everyone was having pancakes again, but fer breakfast, which was how it should have been anyway.

There was, also, fer some reason, an awful lot of bananas.

Wayne was not even going to ask.

[[ open breakfast is open ~~and blatantly stealing from other people~~! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had… possibly… gone a bit (okay a lot) all out for this party.

It was just that once she'd started looking up ideas she just couldn't help but get carried away. Knowing Wayne, she'd been incredibly restrained in the use of glitter—there was still bits of it, here and there, but she'd kept in minimal—instead choosing to use magic to emphasize the fact that this party might be taking place on the dorm roof but… really… they were all out in the bush.

It was probably best to not ask how much work it had taken her to magic up the carpet of grasses and the way trees stood along the edges of the roof against all defiance of how the roof usually was. The bonfire that crackled merrily in the center of the roof was sheer perfection, the absolute pinnacle of a bonfire.

And, importantly, it wasn't going to burn anything that it shouldn't. It tossed off plenty of heat and light and you could make s'mores in it—she'd made one, already, to test—just fine, but if you walked through it all that was going to happen was you'd be incredibly toasty warm.

Lawn chairs and plaid (and only plaid) blankets and cushions abound, scattered amongst the grass and underneath the branches of the trees that most definitely had not been there earlier in the day.

The most glittery thing was the banner she'd put on the greenhouse wall that read, in bright, sparkly letters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She hadn't been able to resist.

[OCD is up! Party ON! And the fact that there's booze at this party is NFB, please!]

howareyanow

Y'wanna know what? This place, Wayne realized that morning, had gone and made him a just a tiny bit paranoid. Sure, Wayne had always possessed a certain sense of suspicion about most things he deemed to be troublesome or worrisome and what have you, but this place had amped it up to eleven, and he was ruminating a little over that fact that morning, when he came into the kitchen in the third floor common room to get started on breakfast as usual, and all the food was tasting the same way it should be again, there was nothing really wrong with the supplies or the cabinets or the food, there was still a blanket fort in the corner, sure, but, for the most part, everything was normal.

And he didn't trust it.

At first, anyway, because Wayne realized he didn't trust it, and then he thought to himself that this was the way things should be, and if you couldn't trust in the way things should be, then, well, you couldn't really trust anything at all, could you?

So the best thing to do in this situation was just embrace it, and enjoy it while it lasted.

Because weird as it was here on the island, at least they weren't going around canceling hockey.

Oh, great. Now his internal narrative had gone and worked him up into a grumble again. Wayne squinted at his pancakes, let out a little growl, and flipped it, trying his best to remind himself to be thankful that at least they tasted like pancakes this week...

[[ open common room is open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was definitely having himself a good, lazy Sunday. Well, maybe not so lazy, since he did go out for his usual run and shooting practice, buuuuut, now that that was out of the way? LAZY CITY CENTRAL, BABY.

He had, somehow, also managed to find himself catsitting a certain Miss Dozy, in that particular way that made it very clear he was catsitting a certain Miss Dozy because a certain Miss Dozy wanted him to be catsitting her. And that was totally fine by Prompto, because what else when better than lazily crashing on the couch than having a nice little snuggle buddy?

Well, maybe not so snuggly, what with Miss Dozy's hair (or lack thereof) situation, but she was a totally comfortable little purr monster sitting on his chest as he laid out on the couch, idly watching some freaking adorable cartoon about some guy and his chocobo going through some dungeons, or something? He honestly wasn't entirely sure, because he was only paying half attention to it, the other half of his attention going into a little bit of dozing himself because that purring was just so, so soothing...and this couch was really comfortable...

Now this was how you spent a Sunday afternoon!

[[ the brain may falter, but the heart and soul is willing! Open common room is ooopen; the hairless dozy one modded with permission! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

On spring break there had been a conversation, and after working out the design, it was time to actually do it. So Sabine was waiting in the girls' bathroom, setting out the supplies while she waited for Lana.

Usually there wasn't a chair in here, but then she usually wasn't doing this on someone else.

[Expecting one but open!]

howareyanow

No amount of blanket forts and hot cocoa and adorable stuffed German shepherd plushies (of which there were several just hanging out in the third floor common room that morning, and also one very familiar lifesized pitbull mix plush that was never leaving Wayne's side if he could help it) could excuse the fact that Wayne had called this travesty, and he was not going to be happy about it.

Because he came in, he made breakfast, just as normal, just as you please, and all the pancakes looked like pancakes, the bacon looked like bacon, the eggs, the potatoes, the fruit...all looked like they should, but none of it tasted like it should. And it wasn't consistent, either. Sometimes it was the pancakes that tasted like sausage. Sometimes, it was the eggs that tasted like coffee, and then then the eggs turned around and tasted like toast with strawberry jam on it.

The coffee tastin' like pancakes with syrup wasn't too bad, he had to admit, but it was the principle of the matter, and the fact that he tolt Nina she was jus' settin' 'em up for exactly this thing.

And so it was a very grumble-muttery Wayne at the stove that morning...

...although it was hard to be too grumble-muttery when surrounded by adorable plushy pups, too.

[[ open breakfast is ooooopen! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine went to the common room for breakfast, and stopped short when she saw the large blanket fort created around the couches. She decided not to question it, because it was Fandom, and these things happened.

A moment later she was adding cushions to fortify it, because if you were going to have a fort, you might as well make sure it was worthy, right?

[Open!]

bookbeltof_love

It was… probably best not to ask too many questions about how early Nina had to have gotten up to get all the chalk drawings done in the common room.

She was not even sorry that her magic meant there was, like, a single person's width of a line to the kitchen (which she'd left un-chalked so that people could eat) and one couch untouched and that she'd commandeered everything else for filming. Look, it had been awhile and she'd finally finished the spells necessary to film the next season of Sir Foomy's adventures.

"Alright, Foomy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said enthusiastically as she triggered the magic, which left the chalk dissipating and—well, it didn't look exciting from the outside, since it was just a large grey cave taking up most of the common room with an entrance that was precisely double the size of Foomy. She knelt down to adjust Foomy's costume. "You remember your lines, right????????????????"

With beebles that were just as excited as she was, Foomy agreed that he did, yes.

"And you, like, look super dashing," Nina decided. The tiny musketeer hat was adorable and well worth all the times she'd stabbed herself with a needle to get it just right. His matching cape was embroidered with gold thread. "Remember, okay?????????????? You are Sir Foomy and this is going to be excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy burbled agreement.

"Get on in there, then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let the filming begin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy made his way over to the cave entrance as Nina re-checked her camera set up and triggered yet another spell, this one taking up the wall and turning it into a screen that showed what Foomy was doing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cameras!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

They were, quite literally, going to be here all day.

[Open as a common room ought to be, naturally!]

howareyanow

Pitter-patter, let's get at 'er!

'er in this case being breakfast back on schedule and back to normal as per usual. And since Wayne had already done the 'flavors of the trip' inspired breakfast beforehand, and, if he was honest, he was a bit sick of Filipino breakfasts at this point, it was back to the old classics, with an emphasis on some nice fluffy pancakes and plenty of maple syrup, just like God (or at least Wayne's northern Northern American sensibilities) intended.

It was also kind of nice to get back in the kitchen himself, too. Restaurants were nice and all, but Wayne had always been the type to prefer just doin' something himself rather'n have someone else do it fer him. And it was a good way to get things set back on track fer the good ol' usual day-in, day-out.

Fer the most part, anywhey, because who the fuck knew when the island'd give that a little run fer its money.

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

howareyanow

To get in the spirit of the upcoming trip a little, Wayne decided to do a few things...different for breakfast that morning, after doing a little bit of research over the weekend and figuring there's be all sorts of fuss over him deviating from the typical fare as if he didn't ever do anything like that before.

Sure, sure, there were still all the usuals. You had to have pancakes 'cause they were the foundation of the tradition, and all the usual meats and eggs and potatoes and fruits, but he thought he'd also throw in a little tapsilog and some tortang giniling with pork in there, too.

Because, when you got right down to it, they weren't really that far from the stuff he'd traditionally make, anyway, just with a little bit of a touch of something new and interesting. Which was a thing he did, from time to time, it was just not anything he planned on getting too carried away with!

Just don't expect him to actually pronounce the names of the food properleh. He couldn't even get some English words right, after all.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

If there was a day for Astrid to start skipping her classes again, she felt like this was going to be the one. She was feeling better that morning, physically, but everything in her head remained a jumbled mess, perhaps more so with the clarity that came with the air that day. She knew it was a habit that she was probably better off not getting back into, but her criminal justice class wasn't even meeting that day, and she didn't feel like sitting around trying to avoid thinking about people while sipping cocoa and talking about a weird little play (that she did actually read). The only reason she'd even want to go to class today was to possibly show Grog the picture that she'd worked on yesterday, the one he'd suggested, but it was just a sketch right now, anyway. This way, she could maybe break out those watercolors she'd gotten for Christmas and actually have it painted by Friday, and she could show him then in shop class instead.

Right now, all she wanted to do was feel weightless and unreal, floating around in the eerie quiet of the pool that no one else seemed to use, or even know was there. Skim her fingers over the surface of the water like dancers, let the tangled knot of her feelings and emotions and thoughts loosen and unravel and spread out, leaving the confined space of her skull to spread out over the water and maybe even sink down deep, deep below.

It felt good, being down here when she should be in class, where she could almost pretend things were still the way they used to be, that maybe everything had been a dream, and she'd just been down in the pool this whole time, and California had never happened, down here where maybe California had never even existed at all..

[[ emo pool is open and I'm pretty sure this concludes my spam <3 ]]

howareyanow

There was a general sense of normalcy back in the air when Wayne got up that morning, meaning he was feeling not quite as tightly wound as he had been for the last week or so, but he was still Wayne, so the difference was marginal, at best. Either way, he was sort of hoping that feeling even marginally better meant maybe things might be a bit less distracting and inappropriate when he got down to the common room to get a start on breakfast.

So far, so good! He started with a test pancake and was glad to see that they were very proper and pancake-shaped, as it should be, and the milk was the right color, and there was the usual bacon and fresh fruit, and maple syrup instead of only whipped cream, everything right on track!

Until he got to the eggs, anyway. Because the moment he cracked one open to get started on some sunny-side ups, what he got was not a neat little slop of whites and yolks in his sizzling pan, but, instead, a little yellow and white bird tweeting at him and flying up and around the ceiling.

Wayne frowned a little, because he'd checked the expiration date on these eggs and they were fine, and, in general, that wasn't how eggs worked, anyway.

Could've just been a fluke, though, so he grabbed the next one, cracked it open, and there went another little bird to join its friend flying around the common room.

He tried a different carton. This little bird was brown, apparently because it was a brown egg to begin with, but it was the same thing, and Wayne tried one more to confirm, and grumbled with disapproval at the cartons on the counter.

Right, then. So no eggs today, apparentleh!

[[ open breakfast is open! And egg-free! ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!

Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.

Oh, the scandal!

Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.

She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.

[[ ~~and take bets for how many times my computer crashes while I try to make ocd~~ none! it crashed none times! It's a Valentine's Day miracle! go forth and get weird with your hands, everyone ]]

howareyanow

Wayne may have been feeling just a little bit...funneh that morning (the highlights on hockeyfights.com that he started his day with were always exciting, sure, but never exactly that exciting), but it seemed as though he weren't the only thing funneh about this morning. Oh, well, sure, things were on track with breakfast, fer the most part, all the proper food in the fridge, the cabinets regular cabinets again, and he got started on the coffee and the prep work jus' fine, but the problem seemed to be the pancakes. Not how they tasted, or anything like that, and mebbe it was just him, but he could have sworn, every time he poured a pancake into the pan, it just wound up looking...

Well. He wasn't sure there was really a polite way to put it. But they ended up looking very much not like pancakes, and much more like...well...

There was no polite way to say it, so he wouldn't say it at all.

He almost thought that, if the pancakes were gonna go and insist on being...funneh, then maybe he should skip the pancakes all together. But his sense for tradition was far stronger than his sense for propriety, and so it seemed like all them inappropriately suggestive pancake shapes were here to stay.

Which he may have then regretted, as it seemed his initial consideration of the normal foods was incorrect, or, at least, it had changed ~~while writing the post~~ while he cooked, because it appeared as though all the usual maple syrup to accompany said pancakes had definitely been replaced with...whipped cream.

"Inappropriate!" he told the fridge after squinting at it in disapproval, but what could he do? Alls he wanted was to have a nice Monday morning breakfast, because, y'know. Tradition.

[[ open breakfast is open! And sex pollen weekend has already broken my computer, as it has literally crashed every single time I've made a post so far today. Thanks, computer! ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

Time to find out if the smoke alarms worked! Tisarwat was trying her hand at cooking again.

Actually, though, she was doing fairly well so far, but that was just because it was sort of difficult to mess up a food that's instructions were basically "put in bowl, microwave, stir, enjoy." She'd even managed to ensure that the bowl was actually safe for the microwave, and nothing caught on fire when she put it in.

It even looked pretty good when she eventually pulled it out, grabbing a spoon, glad for her gloves because the exterior of the bowl was very hot. But when she dug in her spoon and took a tentative bite, she was in for a surprise.

"How is it still cold?"

Not just that, but the outside was plenty warm, it was just the middle that was so cold, it may as well have been frozen.

"This planet," she murmured, to no one in particular, obviously, because she was by herself, as she stirred the bowl and put it back in the microwave for another round, "has the worst technology..."

[[ open common room is open! Work has eaten my SOUUUUUUUL ;_; ]]

howareyanow

Sorry, Prompto. Wayne had absolutely no intention of using your suggestion of 'just make leftover party food breakfast tomorrow!' with the snacks leftover from the party, half of which were still out in the common room because it turned out that Prompto's qualities did not include 'cleaning up after himself.'

Fuckin' degen. Even if he was alright because of the puppies and whatnot.

No, Wayne was definitely going to leave the leftover snack food fer snackin', like God intended, and stick to the usual offerings for breakfast that Monday, though he got started on it just a touch later'n usual, what with the tidying up a bit from the half-assed job Prompto did cleaning up last night.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

It was finally here! Prompto's favorite day of the entire Earth year: PUPPY BOWL SUNDAY! It had actually almost snuck up on him, since he didn't really follow sports even back on his own planet, much less this one, and he knew it was tied in with some other apparently big sporting event, but who even cared about that when there were puppies plaiyng sports instead? Oh, man. Words could seriously not express how much he loved the Puppy Bowl. The only thing that would be better than puppies playing football would be, like....chocobos playing polo.

Note to self: look into chocobo polo leagues.

Anyway! In his excitement, he'd even gotten up early to make sure everything was set for the party, from snacks to decorations to making sure he remembered what channel it was even going to be on. And then it was a matter of just hanging out and hoping people showed up, but even if they didn't, it was still watching puppies play football, and so there was no way he could lose in a situation like that.

It would seem like a waste of a lot of paper and energy if his flyers hadn't enticed people to come, but OHHHH WEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!

[[ open puppy party is open! Minor OCD (which is up!). Up early because it CAN be and because I have work later which makes posting OCD a little tricky! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Who had two thumbs and spent most of his Saturday making little puppy-shaped flyers to hand around and post in all the common rooms? THIS GUY!

Because, out of all the strange holidays and events that this country and this world had, there was one that Prompto had chosen to observe almost religiously, and was definitely going to have to badger Nina about recording for him next year, and he had to make sure everyone knew about it.

!!!PUPPY BOWL PARTY!!!

Come celebrate the most wonderful (AND CUTEST!) time of the year
with a PUPPY BOWL PARTY

Party starts at TWO! Game starts at THREE!

Third Floor Common Room!
(That's where Breakfast is!)

Snacks! Drinks! ADORABLE PUPPIES PLAYING FOOTBALL!

Contact Prompto (Room 303!) for more info and/or questions!!!

And once he'd papered the common rooms with them, he was wondering if he should just go ahead and put them on doors and stuff, too. Just to make sure the word got out. Or the stairways! Bathroom doors! PUPPY POSTERS EVERYWHERE!!!

[[ I've had a rough day at work and could use some fluff and don't want to just wait until tomorrow, so post is totally open if anyone wants to run into him! ]]

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