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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! ]]

thishouseishaunted

Mae was determined never to do anything properly in Seivarden's class -- and was so far doing very well at that -- but the assignment today, to write poetry about someone they cared about, was actually something that got her thinking.

Something that got her interested.

So after class, she grabbed her journal and a blanket from her room and went to go curl up on a common room couch and try to write a real poem.

( cut for the sake of the flist )

It was probably terrible. She was sure it was terrible. It didn't even rhyme.

She stared at the page for several long moments, idly doodling her grandfather's face next to her poem.

She wished it would snow.

[tiny emo post is open! Mae's poem is an extremely rough pantoum, aka baby-creative-writing-major!Bella's favorite poetic form. . . .]

howareyanow

Well. The normalcy around here had been nice...while it lasted.

Wayne should have expected he'd been having it going a bit too easily around here lateleh, so he didn't feel too terribly surprised when he walked into the common room that morning to get a start on breakfast and found that all of the cabinets had been turned into foam.

Which...well. The stove and fridge were all still normal, but one couldn't help looking at the mugs and plates and bowls just shoved into these new design features without worrying a bit about the basic structural integrity of the thing and just feeling generally uncomfortable about it in general. It seemed to be working fine fer right now, but just seemed like not so good an idea and he was really hoping it was just a little Fandom blip of weirdness and not something that was intended to stay.

Perhaps it was a good thing, too, that the foam kitchen was so distracting that Wayne hadn't even noticed the temporary upholsery work on the couch.

[[ open breakfast is open, and I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, PERSON WHO KNOWS WHO SHE IS ]]

howareyanow

Well, pitter-patter! Looked like they had at least another normal week come and gone and so far things looked good on this one, too, and that was something that Wayne could really appreciate, as he headed down to the common room to get started on breakfast, checking the fridge, seeing everything that should be there present and accounted for, right as rain.

It was these kinds of mornings that put Wayne in a good mood, because he would always be a sucker for thinging running all proper and the way they were exposed to, but, of course, he'd been here long enough to treat it with some sort of trepidation and expectation that something was about to go sideways, and he didn't know how, but he'd reluctantly be ready fer it if it did.

But for now? Breakfast. Like normal. As you do.

Let's get at 'er.

[[ and open breakfast is open, if a bit uninspired! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Was this her common room?

No!

It wasn't stopping her from swanning on in with her midnight blue beret perched jauntily on upon her head—the cape, though, she'd left in her room—and her tablet accompanying her.

Nor had it stopped her from ordering a positively obnoxious amount of Thai food since, like, sharing was caring after all…

Except when it came to Noct, who she'd redubbed Croissantias, the fisherman, and inbetween her Plans for class she was amusing herself by essentially writing fanfic of her own class to include Croissantias in them and sending said snippets off to Noct.

It wasn't her fault he'd teased her—she was super certain that was her brother's fault—and that his classes weren't as exciting.

Besides, it was a nice, relaxing way to spend a Friday evening. Even if, like, Foomy seemed to have abandoned her…

Well, at least her Pad Thai was a staunch ally! And delicious!

[Open CR is open, naturally! Noctis modded with permission lol.]

overparented

Don't ask how Janet had ended up on the Hallmark Channel. It's possible it was already on when she got here and turned on the TV, or maybe she'd started channel surfing and stopped too long and now she was trapped. But now there was some cheesy movie on and Janet was stuck.

This was her life until it was over.

So of course she texted Shuri, because she shouldn't have to suffer alone. Now it was terrible movie night.

There was popcorn, though, if it helped anyone!

[Open! In need of fluff today. Also I don't know any movies off the top of my head so as far as I'm concerned they are watching a composite of the worst.]

howareyanow

There were, as far as Wayne could tell, two very important, very good things about this week's breakfast:

Number A: No one was kidnapped (as far as he could tell), so people would hopefully be more likeleh to show up fer breakfast again.

Number B: More people meant fewer leftovers!

But, mostleh, it was Number A that was the big one, and Wayne got to work, as usual, whipping up the expected spread of breakfast foods to put on everyone's plate, though he had to admit, it was kind of a shame that none of the new kids decided to stick around so there wouldn't be any new mouths to feed this time around. He rather liked introducing new kids to the Monday Morning Breakfast tradition, but he s'posed he couldn't really blame 'em too much, either, considering there was a time when he'd have been right there with them on that first portal on out of here not too long ago himself.

Funny how that could change, realleh...

[[ it's breakfast! it's open! ]]

white_oleander

Things were starting to fall into place; things were starting to feel a little normal...for Fandom, anyway. It was hard to believe it was only a week ago that Astrid had been stuck inside a volcano. And a little more than a week before that, she had been in California, Claire was still alive, and all she really worried about was whether or not Claire would like her Christmas present, although Astrid knew she'd say she loved it, even if she didn't.

And now?

She had a few things she could be doing, she supposed. The wall in the room was still black, still waiting for her to decide what it would be next. She had bought some gloves for work, and some thread to embroider flowers onto them, but for now they were just sitting on her bed. And Astrid herself had gone down to the pool, stretched herself out on a float, and just let it drift around the pool in the dorm basement, two small jewels that she'd taken from the bag in the freezer that she was positive Ron wouldn't even know were gone resting against her eyes.

Just floating, just doing nothing, losing track of the time on a Sunday that seemed too long already.

What was time, anyway?

[[ with apologies for my dramatic little emo blonde. Open pool is open! Work related SP likely, but good god, I just got in and I already hate everything -_- ]]

howareyanow

Three things!

Number A: There was a flock of new students on a shuttle bus that never arrived.

Number B: There were also a handful of people that went missing all around the island.

Number C: It was Monday.

Conclusion! There would still be Monday Morning Breakfast, because it was tradition, and Wayne hadn't been one of the people to disappear, and it just made sense to make sure that no one was out there, trying to find out about why so many people were missing on an empty stomach, if it could be helped.

After all, it looked like all the things for pancakes and eggs and bacons were plenty present and accounted for!

[[ i actually almost forgot about Monday morning breakfast today! But it's open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had to admit, he was feeling pretty glad that he'd managed to get back to Fandom not only in time to squeeze in one last Monday morning breakfast before both the new semester and the new year (and, it should be noted, he was damn pleased to find out that the tradition had been upheld even in his absense, although, considering the thrill Nina got whenever she managed to 'steal' it from him, he wasn't too terribly surprised, but you didn't need to be surprised to appreciate something!). And, considering the circumstances, he felt it was pretty appropriate for the last Monday morning breakfast of the year and the semester to incorperate some of the weird space food Lana had gotten him for the holiday.

There was, of course, regular Earth food, too, fer anyone who might not like their pancakes blue or their eggs purple or their meat...relatively unidentified, but the point was, there were options, and, in a way, that's what made Wayne feel like it was particularleh fitting, when you got right down to it.

[[ open breakfast is open! With some SP for work warning, because who needs a consistent work schedule, anyway? not me, apparently! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne fucking loved Christmas, there was no doubt about that, and, by the time he'd finished with everything back at the farm, there was hardly any time left before Christmas, and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to go back to school for maybe two whole fucking classes and then go right on back to Letterkenny for Christmas, so he'd pert'near decided to just stay put for a while. But now that Christmas and Boxing Day was out of the way, it looked like he was heading on back finally.

And straight into an Impromptu (but not really, since he'd been planning it, just didn't tell anyone) Belated Christmas Party.

Look. He had gifts for everyone, you see, and giving out gifts during a Christmas party was tradition, and everyone knew how Wayne felt about tradition. Even if it was December 28th. But fuck all if Fandom ever really cared about things like proper dates and reality and what-have-you in the first place.

He may have even sent out a few messages. He may have also sent squirrels out to alert people, feeling like a real fuckin' Disney princess over here, and then he got things set up, which mostly just involved food and stuff for Christmas drinks (classy ones, though, gotta keep it classy until midnight, when it would be time for the Three Wisemen), Christmas movies on rotation on the TV, and Wayne, set off to the side in an armchair with a small little Christmas tree sitting on a table beside him (because a tree was tradition), ready to dole out gifts.

He made sure the first gift went out to Prompto, though, because while he really didn't care too much for the weird skid kid, he was still a friend and Nina's brother now, apparentleh, so he got a gift, and an important one for the night, too. Prompto was no Bonnie McMurray, but he was a good photographer, so Wayne could entrust in him a disposable camera to keep all the memories of the night.

If the guy would ever stop gushing over the fact that Wayne had even gotten him anything and was giving him such an important task, to the point where Wayne just had to interrupt with a very firm, "Well, pitter-patter," and told Prompto to just send the next person over already.

It probably wouldn't be the best fucking Christmas ever, but it was still probably going to be a pretty darn good one.

[[ impromptu (but not really because I've been mostly planning this for weeks now) belated christmas party OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Let's get at 'er! Up stupid early because I have to be at work stupid early, and a little SP more'n likeleh because of said stupid work, buuuuut I haaaaad to have Wayne do his Christmas gift thing! ]]

bookbeltof_love

"Ohmygosh, stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, kicking a fruitcake away as she slid into the common room, looking around hopefully, only to realize that…

Well, it was her making breakfast this week.

The fruitcake was coming back and it had a friend with it. Nina eyed them both. "Don't even," she warned them. "Or else, like, I'll turn you into breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't think I won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All it would take is some chop, chop, chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd never seen fruitcake look apprehensive before—then again, she'd never met killer fruitcake before either—but Nina stuck her tongue out at them and flounced over to the kitchen, ready to make parfaits, sausages and apple turnovers because if no one else was going to make breakfast, well, that was what she wanted to eat.

So there.

But, like, obviously, since it was breakfast, anyone who wanted to come by and eat was totally welcome.

[Open breakfast is open!]

thishouseishaunted

Tonight was Longest Night, the most major holiday of the year where Mae was from. And Mae was still in Fandom instead of home in Possum Springs with her family. There were any number of reasons for this: her last class was just yesterday and she didn't have time to rush home. Her family couldn't really afford bus tickets back and forth that often, so it was cheaper for Mae to stay in town.

And it wouldn't be the same at home anyway. It wasn't last year. No one there had forgotten about the Incident, so Mae would just end up lying around feeling guilty and depressed while her parents offered meaningless platitudes about things "getting better" in the new year.

Instead she was here, where everyone celebrated Longest Night four days late and under the wrong name. She could lie around feeling lonely and depressed, and had in fact planned to do just that, until the island gave them all candles for the day. Fandom knew, even if no one else did: Longest Night was still the longest night, and that was worth celebrating. So she went on a scavenger hunt through the dorms for supplies, scribbled some signs on notebook paper and pasted them in the common rooms, and headed to the roof to throw her own little Longest Night party.

LONGEST NIGHT
It's the darkest it'll get all year tonight
and that's spooky and cool
Come to the roof for hot drinks
and ~~a fire~~ like snacks and stuff

Or don't. Whatever.
More snacks for me.

[open to all who might still be around the dorms!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine hadn't heard radio yet, and she was just going about her day. She got some breakfast, put on some coffee, and was going to throw away some trash when she spotted the shadow of a little spring of mistletoe hanging over her. She actually didn't think too much about it until she moved and the shadow also moved, like it was following her.

She moved back into the living area, and the mistletoe followed, and she was already facepalming. Fine. Gonna be one of those days.

[Open!]

bookbeltof_love

Had Nina planned on having a party when she'd woken up that morning?

Nnnnnnnnnnnope!

But, like, really when the gremlins had burst into her room that morning to carol at her about some harking herald singing or something like that, Nina had a) hid under her blankets and made a despairing noise because ladies were supposed to be woken by soulful serenading and not… that… and b) had started pondering ways to use this since it was clearly the method of madness that the island was going with today.

Hence. A party! Then all she'd needed was a theme, to really tie it all together, and the island did tend to lend itself to a certain direction…………… so, like, some frantic Googling (she loved the internet), some tromping about in the snow being trailed by gremlin carolers as she bought things and then, by evening, she had it all ready to go.

( Email to ALL CURRENT STUDENTS under the cut! )

Okay, cool. Email sent out! Now to see if anyone else was willing to help her do this or if the rest of the dorms would just be subjected to her idea of holiday decorating! Mwahaha!

And, in the corner, on the impromptu stage she'd set up for them, the caroling gremlins sang their little hearts out.

[Email was sent to all current students. If your character wouldn't use/get email, feel free to mod having run into a bubbly Nina who babbled about the party at you. Also, naturally, open common room is open! ~~Plz hold for small~~ OCD is up, run free!]

handystand

Okuyasu was keeping up the tradition today, with a spread that mimicked a more Japanese bent (since Okuyasu was preparing it, after all).

That meant rice, Tamagoyaki (a rolled egg omelette), and natto. Then to the side, some more American options such as fruit, boxes of cereal, and yogurt.

Hey, he was in charge, he could do things the way he wanted. And that meant tamagoyaki.

[ooc: Open post! Sorry for belatedness!]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had dithered that morning.

Like, maybe, just maybe if she put it off for a bit, Wayne would show up and it would be like normal and—

Ugh.

Stealing the common room, stealing breakfast, was no fun when there was no one on the island to steal it from…

But, like, still. It was tradition.

And, really, Nina needed to eat breakfast anyway…

So she turned the radio on to jingle-y carols about a holiday she was sort of hit-or-miss about the meaning of and, in the name of breakfast, in the name of Wayne, in the name of she was hungry…

She was making breakfast.

And if that breakfast was leaning heavily towards French toast, yogurt, and fruit, rather than pancakes and sausages and eggs, well… so there, Wayne.

[Open breakfast is open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had actually thought it might be a normal enough day today. She thought that right up until she went into the common room to see what there was to make for dinner, and turned the TV on for some kind of background noise only to find out that every channel was the Yule Log.

Fine. She left it and started looking through stuff in the kitchen. Actually, the fire crackling noise was kind of soothing.

[Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne had been here long enough that, well, he could sort of regard something like all this chocolate in literally every single cabinet of the kitchen was something that could be turned into a 'life gives you lemons' situation, only it was with chocolate and not lemons.

Which was why the pancakes that morning were chocolate, and Wayne whipped them up alongside a few prepared defenses for said chocolate, knowing how sometimes Nina seemed to get a little squirrely about him actually deviating from his usual and making a fuss about it (and then turning right back around and likeleh accussing him of being too stubborn and stuck in his ways!).

It should be noted, though, that each and every pancake had precisely five pieces of chocolate in it. One at each corner, then one right in the middle, because anything more than that was just dessert.

[[ open breakfast is open! and posted before 8am my time because, apparentleh, if it's not posted by then, people start lookin' to steal it ]]

hashtag_chocobro

You know, Prompto might not really celebrate Thanksgiving (with the exception of massive ~~handwaved~~ parties with adorable animals with a giant fish prince), nor did he really understand it, but he couldn't help being completely down with a holiday that resulted in the fridges in the common room being absolutely stuffed with leftovers.

He might feel a little bit differently next week, when those leftovers were still definitely there, but it was Friday, he had no classes, he'd gotten in his newly established Friday-morning-after-radio workouts, and so he was ready to throw together a small microwave-friendly feast, plop down on the couch, and have a look-see at the television to see if anything good was on.

There usually wasn't, but he was just here to veg out, anyway.

[[ I am too tired for work to be this god-awfully slow. save me. open common room is totally open, please feel free to mod the television! ]]

bookbeltof_love

"Goooooooooood mooooooooooooooo---------------------"

Her usual greeting died as she realized that, like, no one was there. Nina leaned back outside of the common room to see if, like, maybe he was coming, but there was no one there. She thought about going and knocking on his door but that seemed, she didn't know, kind of rude? And, really, what if he was sick?

She wouldn't want to rouse him if that was the case!

So, well.

There really was just one thing to do!

And that was steal breakfast! And, with her reasoning down pat, she could even feel virtuous about it!

Nina wriggled her hands into her black gloves (her pink ones, after all, were too nice for cooking) and got to work making eggs and sausages and pancakes and French toast (just because she knew Wayne thought French toast was sort of a waste). Fruit, too, of course. And coffee, though she didn't drink it, since a few of the people who did show up sometimes did drink it…

[Stolen breakfast is open! And stolen with permission from

howareyanow! Mwahaha!]

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