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When Sidon woke up that morning, his tank runneth over...quite literally, although thankfully not with water, but instead...with fish! He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, beyond perhaps the island being in one of its odd yet generous moods, but there was far more fish that he himself could even eat. Not wanting to let such a bounty go to waste, then, he headed down to the common room to at least prepare some of it to be refrigerated or frozen for later consumption.

Only to discover that the bounty had extended to the common room, as well, only in the form of copious amounts of rice and seaweed.

Well, clearly, this fortitious combination of items called for one thing and one thing alone: an impromptu sushi-making party!

Sidon quickly found his phone and sent a text to anyone he thought might be interested, which could very well have been entirely all of his contacts in his phone:

It appears as though we are full up on all the wonderful components to making an excellent spread of fresh and exquisite sushi! Come and join me in the fourth floor common room if you desire to assist and/or partake in this gloriously delicious undertaking!

If anything, at least Sidon had the firm knowledge in knowing he'd at least eat well for the next couple of days, but this much fish was clearly meant to be shared!

[[ IDK. Come save me from work-related ennui...which may randomly turn in work-related SP. If you want to have received a text, you did! Or just come wandering in, that's good, too! Either way, it's oooopeeennnn! ]]

howareyanow

As far as the sort of tomfuckery this island liked to throw around all over the place, the last weekend actually hadn't been too bad, but that didn't stop Wayne from just feeling glad to have woken up that morning back to his proper age again and having things get back into their usual swing of things, just in time for Monday Morning ~~Brek'est~~ Breakfast as normal.

Even if his reasons for being glad for this were about a good 50/50 split between just liking things to stay as normal as possibe around here and the fact that he'd run around calling his girlfriend Thuri.

And, oh, sure, he'd get over the lisp just fine. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. But it wasn't himself he was worried about getting over it, it was more other people, but if they had a lick of sense to 'em, they'd just forget about it and move on with their lives.

But that was usually the problem.

Either way, there was breakfast that morning, like pert'near every Monday morning, with all the usual things because somehow the island managed to provide enough in the fridge for it even if Wayne hadn't exactly had a chance to do his usual Sunday breakfast shopping that weekend.

[[ and of course, if it's brek'est, it's open! ]]

crack_that_whip

Trevor was totally getting a hang of this place. He knew how to use a toaster now, he knew that there was food in the fridges. Also what fridges were. So, you know. Doin' just fine.

But the highlight of it all was finding out that there was a tree on the roof that had pillows as fruit. Made about as much sense as anything else this weekend, so there he was picking aaaall the pillows for what might end up being a pillow fort once he got them all inside.

Living the dream.

[totes open!]

scoffs_at_tradition

Shuri was still fully grown and while she wasn't Wayne and didn't have his skill with pancake making, she could toast the heck out of a frozen waffle.

Come on down, small children who shouldn't be left unsupervised near the stove! Auntie Shuri will let you put on allllll the maple syrup.

hashtag_chocobro

After a conversation with Sabine yesterday about art and some of the more...err...destructive natures of her particular style of art, Prompto had an idea, especially since, well, it seemed like he was one of the few grown-ups even left in the dorms this weekend and it was probably a good idea to have something all the little kidlets could do that was somewhat contained and keeping them out of trouble.

Because, you know, babysitting his wee tiny little sister and a wee tiny little Zora (SO wee tiny, wtf, Sidon??) wasn't enough. He was also taking it on himself to plan a little art party, too. Out on the deck, where there was plenty of space and clean-up was a little easier and not likely to make Fosse pretty much hate everything about this weekend (if he didn't already).

So the deck was covered in layers of big pieces of paper, ready to be turned into art, and there were paints and markers and crayons and whatever other art supply Prompto could think of and find (which meant yes, tons of glitter, sorry, Fosse, it couldn't all be avoided!). But there was also a collection of..."bombs"....little things like eggs and grapes and blueberries and water balloons with some paint and food coloring in them that could be thrown onto the deck and explode to give things that little extra Sabine-inspired flair.

And smocks.

So many smocks.

Prompto was making it his personal goal to make sure no kid even got close to touching this stuff until they had a smock on, and he got Sidon on board with it, because he was a good little Zora, and very energetic, so he will chase you down until you obliged, dang it!

[[ ART PARTY! Come make a mess and/or make Prompto flail a little! No OCD, chaos encouraged, please mod your supplies and various art "bombs"! I still have a few hours of work left, though, so I'll be slow to ping back until then! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina was on a quest!

A journey! An adventure!

There was a naked cat in the bedroom and she needed to find it clothes! There hadn't been any clothes that had fit the cat in the bedroom ~~that had been within reach~~, which meant that she had to venture out and inspect other drawers and cupboards because the poor thing was going to get cold!

And everyone knew that cats didn't like hats very much.

(The naked cat had really not liked it when Nina had tried to put one on it, at least.)

The naked cat had refused to come with her (Nina had the scratch on her arm to prove it) and the friendly pink jelly blob had made funny noises at her and while she'd been giggling had rolled under the door and away.

Which was just another reason to go exploring! Maybe she could find the jelly blob and make friends with it? That'd be so fun--

But quietly.

If she was quiet, after all, she wouldn't be in anyone's way and no one would notice her and that would mean she'd be a good girl and her game wouldn't be stopped so she wasn't in anyone's way.

Nina poked her head into the open door and, seeing that no one was in there, tiptoed her way over to all the big drawers, ignoring the soft looking couches and the big black mirror things. She peered into the metal box with the handle on it and the metal bars inside of it and opened the humming box that turned out to have some food in it, though she didn't touch any of it because it wasn't hers and she didn't know what a lot of it even was and even the fact that she was able to read some didn't help her out.

What was mar-jar-in anyway?

She found a bag of rice in another drawer, once she'd abandoned the humming cold box, leaving the door ajar accidentally, and then a bunch of pots and pans, which made her think she wasn't going to find clothes in what might be a kitchen but, really, now that she was here she had to check all of them, right?

That was what adventurers would do! Right!

[Open, naturally!]

howareyanow

Wayne should have figured he'd had too many completely normal breakfasts in a row. And that morning was one of the particularleh annoying ones where it started out completely normal, and then went a little weird right toward the end. Because there he was, just going about his usual business of making breakfast in the morning, everything going along accordin' to plan, until he went to actually take the pancakes or the eggs or the bacon or whatever else it was out of the pan and onto a plate.

Because that was when the food suddenly went miniature.

Little mini pancakes. Little tiny eggs. Itty bitty bacon. Normal sized in the pan. Baby sized out.

"So's it's not only gotta be annoying," he grumbled at the food, "it's gotta be inefficient, too, huh?"

Because now he had to make at least twice as much food to equal the usual amount of food he'd put on a plate, and he'd found out it wasn't just the one pan, it was all the pans, and he also had to brace himself for at least a few of the usual breakfast crew probably going around talkin' about how cute all the mini food was.

But there was nothin' cute about inefficiency!

[[ and breakfast is served! Open! ]]

howareyanow

Well. Let's see.

All the food Wayne had picked up for breakfast in the morning was present and accounted for. The milk was the right color (for Earth, anywhey), there was no blood in the coffee (fake or otherwise), the lights worked, the stove worked, the only critters that seemed to need being accounted fer were the usual radio squirrels...

Looks like it was a fine day for breakfast, one without anything too squirrelly goin' on, and so that put Wayne in a pretty good mood and maybe even made him a little hopeful for a nice, quiet sort of week after all the Halloween nonsense. Even if it did mean all his classmates would wind up just bored and needing to explore other parts of the dorms, he was absolutely fine with just a nice normal morning with some nice normal breakfast, and he'd preferred it that way, too.

It'd be nice if the rest of the breakfasts for at least this month could be that way, but Wayne defintiely wasn't bettin' the farm on it.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was bored. She was in that kind of mood where inspiration wasn't really striking, she'd just finished a bunch of projects and now there was nothing good on TV. Mostly she was on the sofa, flipping through channels she'd already flipped through, wondering if maybe she should put on Netflix and see what autoplayed.

Or maybe people would come by to keep her entertained?

[SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURING RETURNS. Open if you wanna go!

ETA: adventure is a go!]

crack_that_whip

So, there were some homicidal clowns out and about on the island today. Which was infinitely better than being hugged by a goddamn rug, so Trevor was more than willing to get on board the clown fighting train.

He'd found a decent spot to keep an eye out over the area and gotten his whip ready for a decent fight as one loomed on the horizon.

And waited. And waited a little more.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," he grumbled as the clown very slowly made it's way toward him.

[So very open!]

handystand

Okuyasu had chucked pumpkins in class, which had made today honestly quite fun. But then when he'd gotten a mysterious package in the mail, he was extra curious. What possibly could anyone be sending him? Was it secret orders from Jotaro? A care package from Tonio?

He brought the package into the common room and set it on a counter, where he opened it to reveal... a smaller, wrapped package. But there was a note!

Hey Okuyasu,
Just because you went off to some weird American school doesn't mean I'm going to forget your birthday! This is from me and Koichi and I guess my old man too since I used his stolen money for this. Enjoy it, and write back more!

-Josuke

"...Oh right it was my birthday," Okuyasu said, realizing he was seventeen now. "It completely slipped my mind and... well nobody here knew I guess."

He opened up the package and got just a little weepy eyed at what was inside. While the gift itself was just two new gold badges for his uniform (now with studded gemstones!), it was wrapped in newspaper from Morioh and there were even some lottery tickets inside. And then, at the bottom, a picture of Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu's dad, Tonio, and even Ronan (who did not look like he wanted to be there). That was real nice.

[ooc: Very open post! Save me, I am stuck at our call center for 2 and a half hours.]

howareyanow

Now what kind of buck futtery was all this, then?

Monday Morning Breakfast was going to be a bit later than usual today, because of course Wayne would have spent a good chuck of time when he first arrived in the common room trying to figgur out all that was wrong with the lights. It did start to become clear at some point, though, that, whatever it was, it was more'n likeleh just the island messin' with them as it had been pretty consistently for the last week, so Wayne, running out of logical solutions to an illogical problem anywhey, just said fuck it and got to cooking by candlelight, because everything else was working and then there was the fact that he'd opened a drawer to find nothing but tapered candles just waiting to be lit.

Gave the whole place a certain atmosphere, that was fer sure, especially when you considered all the scurrying in the shadows and especially if you considered that the scurrying today sounded quite a bit different than the usual scurrying of squirrels he'd gotten quite a bit used to.

[[ i'd have a candlelit breakfast. Open, of course! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

All day. All day Sabine had been vaguely creeped out by seeing clowns that may or may not have been there. She didn't even mind clowns normally! And while she was sure if there was something to worry about, she could handle it, she was kind of glad to get back to the dorms, where maybe someone could affirm that she wasn't crazy. She could just sit back and settle in with a nice... horror movie marathon.

What a great time for the channel to get stuck.

Sabine would just be over here, trying to fix the TV, and trying not to be a horrible mr movie cliche that got murdered by a clown.

(Was that a cliche?)

[Why yes I am playing with Halloween advent. Open!]

howareyanow

At some point last week, Wayne had been making some notes about some of the regionally inspired breakfasts they'd been having to carry on over to his own Monday Morning Breakfasts, but, really, when all was said and done, when he actually got to making breakfast that morning, he decided, fuck, all that was gonna do was make him him miss the place. Not necessarily miss bein' on vacation, he didn't really do well with idleness and vacations and things like that, but he had enjoyed the trip, and decided maybe getting back to the more traditional stuff could be in order jus' to sort of set up the idea that it was back to the old usual grind again.

So there were pancakes and eggs and bacon and what have you as per usual, and that was all well and dandy, but then there was the whole issue with the coffee, and the fact that what Wayne got when he brewed up a pot was less of life-giving bean juice and more midnight matinee horror show. Because what he got was definitely a pot of what was absolutely fake blood (because real blood didn't really look like that).

He sniffed it, made a face, and poured the whole pot right down the sink and rinsed it out (and the sink, too, lest it look like he was up to something decidedly not breakfast related around here), and tried again. Same thing. Dumped that, figgured mebbe the third time's a charm, but no such luck. Which left him to narrow his eyes at the coffee maker, squinting at it accusingly.

"Now, look here, bud," he said, fully aware that he was standing there, talking to a kitchen appliance, "if you've got a problem with coffee this morning, then you've got a problem with me, an' I suggest you let that one marinate!"

This island had put them through a lot of terrible things, sure but no coffee on a Monday morning after a vacation? Fuck a duck, that was just a whole new level of cruelty that Wayne almost couldn't stand to contemplate.

[[ My schedule's a bit wonky this week, so a bit of SP on my end, more'n likeleh, but open breakfast is definitely open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

You know what? For a vacation, that trip involved a lot do doing stuff. Between all the hiking, exploring Quito like a homesick city boy when they were there, taking about a million photographs and taking advantage of the pool ~~albeit handwavily~~, Prompto got back feeling strangely exhausted. Wasn't that, like, the opposite of how you should feel after a vacay? Either way, they were back now, he had a giant bowl filled with whatever that candy was that was falling from the sky today (how had he figured out it was candy? He just did, okay??), and he was ready to flop on the couch in the common room, flip on the TV, and maybe surf around a little bit to see if there was something good on to veg out to.

Honestly, he was kind of hoping to find that one show where all those super demanding brides went to find wedding dresses, because he loooooooooved that shit, but it seemed, no matter where he flipped, the channels were all playing some sort of scary movie.

"Welp," he said, as he finally settled on one that looked good and cheesy and horrible, and then settled into the couch with his big bowl of candy corn on his lap, "here's to hoping I don't regret this later when I'm trying to go to sleep!"

His roommate was a big dude, though; he was pretty sure he'd be safe from any daemons or zombies or vampires if they started showing up, though.

[[ *luxuriates in day off* open common room is open! Please feel free to mod the rando customizable horror movie to whatever ridiculous proportions you'd like! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine woke up looking pretty much like an older version of her little brother that she hadn't seen in over a year, so that was a thing.

She also woke up not able to fit into her clothes, and the armor was just out of the question. Luckily she remembered the existence of the clothing tree ~~that I totally had to look up~~ on the roof. So she was going to go up there in her sleep clothes and raid that sucker so she could go to class like a normal, uncomfortable person.

It was almost comforting that her hair at least was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

[Open!]

crack_that_whip

With the crowd of people one floor up, Trevor was just going to sneak into the common room to get food without running into anyone in his state.

Which would be why there was a strange girl, sitting on the ground down out of sight, eating a pilfered breakfast.

Just normal things around here.

[open! totally ruin his morning]

howareyanow

The amount of grumbling that had gone on that morning when Wayne woke up was substantial. It'd been a while, after all, since the island went and had to make things a bit...different, and it had been nice, and Wayne would have been perfectly happy to just keep staying that course, but nope. He had to go and wake up that morning as a girl, which in and of itself wasn't a bad thing, realleh, it was just the principle of the thing, it was just impolite to go changing people like that, but fuck if the island cared at all, making people into birds or crabs or girls just whenever the fuck it felt like it.

But, well, it was Monday an' all, so....pitter-patter. He wasn't about to let something like this interfere with tradition, and even though he wasn't even sure if Nina was back yet, he couldn't risk letting all his grumbling about it lead to her beating him to the common room again. His clothes were going to fit a bit looser than before, but they still fit, that was the important thing.

He had been thinking out something to mix it up with breakfast that morning, just because, but ultimately decided that things were mixed up enough already, might as well stick with the basics, unless the island decided to go change that all up, too.

[[ open breakfast is open! and, yes, my main concern here was the plaid ]]

always_someone

Norman and Trevor had been throwing around a plan, almost actually a dare, really, to get together at some point to watch movies. And not just any movies either, no. They'd had a conversation about now unrealistic monsters in film happened to be, and that meant clearly they had to get together for beer and a viewing of that one about the sparkly vampires.

Look, they didn't make the movies, they just acknowledged that they existed.

Norman had actually felt weirder about renting the movie about the glittery vampires than he had about buying the case of beer, because he really did have better taste in monster movies than that while he was reasonably certain it wasn't a secret that he had no idea what he was doing with beer in the first place. So he'd made certain to find a chaser. For the movie, not for the beer. In the form of a kind of campy 80s vampire flick that he hadn't seen yet mostly by virtue of being more interested in the shambling undead than the sexy kind.

And then he'd ordered pizza enough for two, making popcorn while he waited for the food to arrive.

The amount of pizza that arrived was... not an amount to be safely consumed by two, and Norman stared at it in wonderment for a few minutes before sending a text around to any student in the dorms he had the number of:

Pizza and vampire movies on the 3rd floor?

Look, Norman didn't throw parties. Norman was just kind of baffled by the fact that apparently, he'd just sort of stumbled into doing so.

[OOC: Open party! Feel free to get a text or to just stumble on in!]

howareyanow

Well, now, that was an exciting weekend. It wasn't every day that a simple Letterkenny farmboy found himself on the edges of creatin' what he could only imagine would be quite the international incident. And Wayne found he didn't really much care for excitement, anyway, so, while he really was going to miss having Katy around, he was mostly just glad to have things go back to normal again.

Normal fer this place, anywhey.

He got up a little extra early this morning, too, jus' in case he had to go and beat Nina to the punch, not realizing that it wouldn't even be an issue this week. Still, he was glad to see the common room empty when he got there, and he set to the task of getting breakfast started. Because Katy'd mentioned it, he even thought of doing French toast, since apparently Nina made her some (and it had involved cabbage!), but everyone knew French toast was just a waste of time, so fuck all that. He was sticking with the standards: pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, so on, so forth. And he had something to do, and it was productive, and so he was feeling pretty alright.

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

bookbeltof_love

Was Nina messing with tradition?

Nina was super messing with tradition!

Partly because she'd woken up early, confirmed that everyone was as they should be (and that Foomy was no longer… what… he'd been…) and then been unable to get back to sleep and partly because after last week's sprinkles, she'd decided that enough was enough and that clearly Wayne needed a break!

So she got to the common room first!

She was, after all, perfectly capable of making delicious and healthy pancakes and waffles, and sausage and bacon and scrambled eggs herself and cutting up fruit really took no effort at all and if it wasn't as fancy as Wayne's quiche, well, she was confident that it was at least tasty.

Out of consideration for what Tisarwat had told her about gloves and their properness, just in case the other girl showed up, Nina was cooking while wearing gloves. Not her pretty, fancy ones. But a simple black pair, ones that wouldn't show a stain too badly, if it came to that.

Nina hummed as she bopped along to a song only in her head.

[Tradition usurped with permission from

howareyanow! Open breakfast is open!]

bookbeltof_love

"And then the Princess Ce'na encountered the Maze of Longing with her loyal and faithful knight, Sir Foomy, at her side…," Nina narrated for the sake of the video she was shooting. Of, yes, bird!Vette (now an amnesiac princess bird!Vette) and her loyal jelly demon and the maze that Nina had made out of the common room floor.

It had taken her a few hours of drawing to get how to summon that down pat, but given that the bird princess and the jelly knight slept more than she did, well, Nina had had the time.

And it was worth it to watch Princess Ce'na trepidatiously enter the maze of string-trees and origami leaves that shivered in winds unknown to find, perhaps, a way to regain her memories!

Nina was… still probably not the best one to leave people trapped by tropes with all weekend.

"Would the maze treat them kindly? Or would they never be heard from again???????????"

On cue, there was the cawing laughter of crows.

"And what of the evil Miss Dozy, waiting at the other end of the maze????????"

Miss Dozy yawned, so thoroughly over this game. Nina was undeterred.

[Open, of course! Mind the maze that's taken up most of the floor!]

crack_that_whip

It was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.

So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.

Either way, it was what he was doing.

[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]

howareyanow

Wayne already got up at stupid o'clock in the morning, out of habit more'n anything else, since it wasn't like he had a whole lot of chorin' to do around here, but he'd gotten up just a bit earlier than usual to prep for this week's breakfast. He'd gotten that bug in his brain about maybe mixing things up a little bit, and the omelettes he'd make as he went along, but the quiches he was planning on making would take some doing, and he wanted to make sure they were ready by the time people usually started showing up for breakfast.

Sometimes, it was okay to make some alterations to tradition; helped keep it from getting boring. But it had also been pointed out to him that some things shouldn't be deviated from, and he couldn't agree more, so there were also plenty of pancakes on the way, as well. It officially couldn't be Monday Morning Breakfast without pancakes.

This time around, though, he was taking some of those rainbow sprinkles you put on ice cream and sprinkling them onto the pancakes as he poured them, to make them fun and colorful. Sure, Nina might not have appreciated the purple pancakes as much as he'd thought she might, but Delirium had, and so the sprinkles were mostly for her.

So there.

[[ oh, if it's breakfast, it's open ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

After a trip into town, Tisarwat returned to the dorms, changed into something a little more comfortable than her uniform, and then headed with her bags to the common room with an air of determination. With the ubiquitous nature of so many ungloved, uncivilized hands everywhere here, she still couldn't bring herself to trust the food prepared on the island. She was sure it was safe and she understood that latex gloves were a thing, but the idea of it just made her feel weird. But with no decade to do this sort of thing for her, she figured she had better start learning how to actually cook.

She'd done well with cutting up some fruits and vegetables; if she had issues with that, she should just give up right then and there. But the real challenge would come, of course, in the packaged noodle dish she'd picked up to try, the one that left her wondering how anything that had boasted "Quick and Easy!" on the packaging would require so many different pots. But she got it going, and it seemed to be going well enough. Frowning, though, she looked over the instructions on the box again while waiting for it to heat up, flipping the package around in her hands to make sure she wasn't missing anythi--

Ssssssss.

"Fuck!"

Tisarwat dropped the package to rush over to the stove to lift up the smaller pan as it boiled over, quickly trying to move it to the sink in an effort to curb some of the mess it was making. And as she was there, she noticed the other pan was starting to smoke an awful lot. She dropped te first pot in the sink and went to pull the other one off the burner, looking at the sauce that was definitely burning onto the bottom.

"Aatr's tits!"

All this knowledge and all these memories from dozens of entities and thousands of years of experience, you'd think at least one of them would have picked up how to cook in all that time!

Well. At least she still had the fruit and the vegetables and plenty of the cheese that the weird bear had foisted onto her.

[[ work was the worst today; this post channels my sooooullll. open common room is open! ]]

unusual_sith

Delirium had said there were cartoons on Saturday mornings, and they seemed like an interesting thing, so Lana had commandeered the TV to try watching a few. In case anybody else showed up, she made a pot of coffee and a kettle of hot water for tea. She was drinking the latter, with proper blue cream, and eating something that claimed to be cereal, but seemed more like sugar in a bowl (the milk for that had started white, but it was now a multicoloured mess).

So if anybody were looking for the Sith, they'd find her watching Looney Tunes (and a few other things) in her pajamas and eating Lucky Charms.

Totally Sithly.

[I was inspired. Open!]

howareyanow

Friday night, not much to do, so Wayne was going to do what he'd likely be doing if he was back home. Sitting around, smokin' a dart, drinkin' a beer. He figured it was probably a bold strategy, drinking a beer right there out on the dormitory's deck and all, but who was going to say anything? A chaperone?

He thought it might have been a good nice for a good bush party, but, unless he tracked down Nina, if he headed out to get a good fire going, he'd likeleh be the only one out there on account of the fact that he was really bad about telling people about bush parties. No bonfire out here on the deck, but it seemed like it'd be more of a thing for people to join him if he was just right outside the dorms.

Not that there's be anything wrong if no one did, either. Sometimes, it was just kind of nice to sit out as night was falling, havin' a smoke, drinkin' a beer.

[[ it's a good day for decks, why not? i don't get nearly enough time to post Wayne doing what he does best, jus' sittin' and drinkin' an' smokin'. and I'm also just coming out of a big funk and itching to waste all night in game. So it's definitely open! ]]

howareyanow

Two weeks in a row now, Wayne woke up, got dressed, checked his hawkey fights online, and then headed down to the common room to start making up Monday Morning Breakfast without anything strange or untoward happening. He opened the fridge and found everything precisely as it should be, waiting for him to get to work and get crackin'.

Well.

Except the milk.

"Fuck a duck."

It was purple. Purple. Not even blue, like Lana's weird alien blue milk, but honest-to-God purple. Wayne made a little disconsolate sound in the back of his throat, because he knew milk weren't exposed to be purple, but it smelled alright. It tasted alright. He waited a moment or two to make sure it didn't make him grow a tail or give him spots or make him think he was the Queen of Fucking England or nothing like that, and, for all intents and purposes, it seemed like just regular old milk.

Only purple.

He planned on using it sparingly, but he did sort of wonder if the girls might actually like that it made the pancakes look just a little bit prettier this week.

[[ and it's open! Breakfast time! Come'n'get it ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had just wanted dinner, and she couldn't find the leftovers she'd stashed in the fridge. Maybe someone else didn't know what the starbird symbol on her stuff meant, or maybe a gremlin stole it, or maybe someone just pushed it waaaay back there somewhere.

Anyway, this had led to a search of the fridge, and the freezer since she might as well, and at this point it was something of an excavation.

She had a trash bag and was tossing the things that looked just so expired, unrecognizable, or downright evil. At one point she pulled out a container and studied the label, asking, "Who's Rory Gilmore?"

[That's right, it's a second CR in one day like it's 2010 or something. Following up on a post I apparently promised to make in 2014. Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne supposed he probably could've done a better job at tellin' the new kids about Monday morning breakfast. There weren't much he could do about it now, though, except maybe hope that the girls had managed to spread a little bit of it by word of mouth, and trust in the ventilations system in here to take all those delicious aromas of a homecooked meal and spread it conveniently through the halls of the dormitory building. It'd be nice, to have some new faces join in on the tradition, realleh, so maybe he'd have to try to mention it if he wound up talking with any of them through the week, especially with classes and everything.

The fact that everything he'd picked up yesterday that he'd need was still there and exactly as it should be was a bit of a relief, and Wayne got to work, making sure each and every pancake was the fluffiest, that each slice of bacon had just the right amount of crisp, that there was more than enough coffee ready to go in the pot, and that there were more'n enough eggs to make however a person might like 'em...though he felt an odd reluctance to make too many of 'em sunny side up.

And so it was breakfast time, a good hearty meal to get yer day...and yer semester...started!

[[ and it's open, of course!!! ]]

meepmeepmeep

Right, so there was a food video that had been viewed 20 million times and was, sure, probably a crime against humanity and definitely a year's worth of calories, but it was also a Challenge and let's be honest, without shenanigans to set up this week, Beaker had way too much time on his hands.

So here he was, preparing to make barbecue chicken quesadilla pepperoni pizza pie wedges...deep-fried.

Shuri had come in as he was preparing the chicken and had already started filming this for Science. She was also taking bets on what would catch fire first, if anyone wanted in...

[OOC: Had to. Come give Beaker his big send-off before he goes off to become Dr. Honeydew's hapless assistant!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had been pretty scarce after the whole Toymaker thing. Even after she felt better about it, she hadn't much wanted to deal with people. But new kids would be here soon and classes would be starting and so she finally decided she had to get out of her room. It was breakfast day, anyway, maybe she could hang out and see if anyone hated her?

So she went up to the third floor and... no Wayne, no breakfast.

"Well, that's new."

[Someone had to! Open!]

howareyanow

Yesterday had been completely spend appreciating the fact that Wayne had hands again that weren't C-sucking C-shaped, celebrating the fact that he could smoke and drink and shoot rifles again (though not necessarily in that order), as well as crossing his arms and nodding. He'd spent whole hours just standing there with his arms crossed and a dart hanging from his lips, and it was just about some of the best hours he'd had in what felt like too long a time.

He was a simple man, really; it didn't take much to make him happy, but at the very top of that list was Things Working as They're 'Exposed To, and he hadn't had nearly enough of that this summer.

And this morning? Breakfast. As it's exposed to be, with hands to make it with and internal organs to digest it with.

It didn't seem like the sort of thing that a person should be feeling so thankful for, but, sure as God's got sandals, this place made you really sorta appreciate the little things in life that most people just go and take for granted.

Like being able to cross your arms over your chest. Fuck, did that feel good.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina's own escape had been nowhere near as dramatic as Regina's. She didn't have access to most of her magic (and toy fireballs and round droplets of plastic water were not much use at all) without tools and time to prepare (she was making a note to herself, under all the screaming she wasn't doing, to fix that later) she was sort of… stuck.

And short of ripping a limb off and hoping it had a sharp metal bit in it to scratch a summoning circle in the floor of her prison cell, Nina hadn't had anything she could use, and no way to confirm that her stupid plastic body would actually have sharp edges if she ripped herself apart unless she actually went ahead and did so…

So, like, no. But the very fact she'd considered it said… well, a lot.

Nina had fallen back on her other strongest skill, when it came to getting out of situations: lying.

The kerfuffle with all the other toys—something about a break in? or a mass rebellion? she wasn't really sure, the details didn't filter very well down to other prisoners—and meant that her case was much, much more effective when she pled that she really was a Good Toy and that she'd been throwing a party, which is what only Good Toys did, and that Prompto had had the very best of intentions but that he'd been wrong, he'd taken happy exhaustion after a party for not happy enough--

And it took her a while, it really did, but when her transgressions were held up against the real traitors, why, it was like she wasn't a Bad Toy at all! They let her out, since she was obviously a Good Toy and, gushing her thanks, her praise for the Toymaker, and her total understanding for the whole mix-up, their warnings to make sure she avoided such confusing situations in the future because they would be watching…

Nina couldn't throw up or cry in her current form but, once she was far, far enough away from the Toybox, she collapsed against a building, shuddering until she was all shuddered out, and then, because she desperately did not want to be caught again, crept her way through town, making one of her priorities to find and get a pencil crayon so that she wasn't left without a way to summon things again, as she headed towards the dorms.

The dorms loomed in front of her, both reassuring and terrifying. She wanted to go in, check on Miss Dozy and Foomy, but she wasn't sure she dared. If she met Prompto again………………………

Nina picked her way around the outside of the dorms instead, skirting around the principal's tower, vaguely intent on the Preserve, but when she spotted the stables, she detoured there. No one else was there, just a few stuffed, toy horses pretending to eat their plastic hay, and that… that was just about the most relaxing thing she'd found.

Paranoia (though was it really, when they really were out to get them?) meant that she still made herself search every nook and cranny and…

"Like, what is this?????????????" she wondered, picking up the weird little nesting doll and turning it over in her hands. "What??????????????????"

There was an illustration of the dorms on the front leading to the Preserve on the back of the doll and that seemed...

Nina had been on the island for almost a year at this point. This was the sort of thing that, like, seemed important.

Hugging the nesting doll to herself, Nina peeked outside the stables. Important meant she was going to have to leave the relative safety of the stables and she didn't want to… but she was going to have to… but maybe, just maybe, she'd take stock here first, for a little bit longer…

[Open post, naturally! And this tag hasn't been used since 2012?!]

howareyanow

Even as toys, you don't [CENSORED] with tradition!

It was Monday morning and Wayne (who would eventually start to take umbrage with the fact that they'd gone and made him a lumberjack when he was clearly a farmer, but had not yet made that distinction) headed down to the common room to make breakfast like he did every Monday morning, and it was a good thing that the process of making breakfast pretty much just involved taking already made plates out of the fridge, pretending to warm them up on a stove, and then setting them out, because it would be really hard to manage much more with those little C-shapes hands of his.

But, as it was, he set to the task of 'making breakfast,' and, before you knew it, 'breakfast' was served!

And the eggs were looking mighty tasty today, especially, if you asked him.

[[ I knew I was forgetting someone! Open common room is open! ]]

howareyanow

Okay, Fandom. Fandom, okay.

So far, so good. Wayne still wasn't sure if he was ready to trust the fact that everything seemed to be pretty much in order, in place, and in high-definition 3D like it was 'exposed to be....for the most part. He was pretty sure he'd picked up some lox at some point in the event he wanted to mix up his usual breakfast a little, and he wasn't the type to think about doing something and then not do it, and there were definitely bagels, but no lox to be found, but if that was the worst that happened, then he was going to still count it as a net possitive, especially when everything else he needed for breakfast was still there.

Although...he actually managed to get to the common room significantly earlier than usual. Not that getting up early was ever a problem for a farmer, though being here was definitely making him feel a bit lazy about not getting up before sunrise every day. But he needed to try something, and he needed to try it before anyone else even thought of coming in for traditional Monday morning breakfast.

Tomatoes: check. Sugar: check. Shellfish?

...huh.

Well, there went that idea, which was probably for the best, because he was still pretty sure that all it would do was make a mess and that Nina was out of her goddamn mind anyway, and so he put the tomatoes back and grabbed whatever else was needed to make actual pancakes and not crazy Nina pancakes, and you know what? What kind of shellfish was he 'exposed to use, anyway? Shrimp? Crab? Lobster? Did it even matter? Probably fucking not, because that's not how you make fucking pancakes in the first place!

Yes, he was still a little irritated about it. Even more so now that his plan to prove that Nina had no idea what she was talking about had sort of fell through the cracks. It was definitely going to bug him until he managed to get himself his hands on some crayfish or something to that effect...

...so he was already in for a pretty fun week.

Either way, since pancakes didn't require shellfish, despite what some hyperactive little blondes might insist, breakfast, at least, was served.

[[ open of course! ]]

howareyanow

Well, this was a bit...different.

But Wayne was hardly going to let being blocky and pixelated stop him from keeping up the tradition of Monday Morning Breakfast if he could help it. It just made things a little more difficult because it was a bit hard to tell one type of food from the other. There were certainly a lot of mushrooms in the fridge, though, so he supposed omelettes might be a good way to go this time around.

Not that he'd know there was much of a difference at this point, but most of the mushrooms were just normal mushrooms. There might have been one or two that weren't that might of slipped in there, though, but the only real way of telling for sure would be actually biting into one.

He still made some things other than mushroom omelettes, too, but you had to either squint a bit or just take your best guess regarding color to figure out exactly what was what, everything sort of generally wound up looking the same in general, blocky, food-suggestive shapes.

...taste was still spot-on, though, and that's what counted.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had not meant to spent a good chunk of her afternoon watching a reality competition show about glass blowing, but here she was. It was a kind of art that she didn't really have experience with, and it was so cool, and she was so entranced by it she almost didn't notice that the pizza she ordered two and a half hours ago had finally shown up.

At least not until they called and she had to pause to go down and get it, and found that it was delivered by a cowboy. It was also then that she realized that she should probably tip really well if some poor driver had to deal with Fandom weirdness just to bring her food.

Of course, it was Fandom, so it was possible that he really was a cowboy.

Anyway, there was food and people shaping glass in the common room, if anyone was into that sort of thing.

[This is method RP, minus the cowboy. Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto had gone back to his room to just sort of chill and relax with some video games after his classes, when he received a phone call from his dad, and so he braced himself for the long haul because his dad was always really chatty and always asked about how things were going, and if he was keeping a good eye on Nina, and told him about how things were going back home in Insomnia, and he was just really, really involved, you know? It was sort of a burden, if he was honest, bordering on irritating, but it was good, he supposed, to have parents that cared and were interested and wanted to just make sure things were going okay, right? Anyway, they said they were sending over some money for them if they needed it for anything, and that he wasn't allowed to just go and spent it all on junk food, and, yeah, yeah, yeah, he wouldn't, don't worry, and the conversation had gone on so long that Prompto got restless just pacing his room while talking and his stomach was a little rumbly, so he headed on over to the common room to check the fridge to see if there was any leftover while his dad rambled on and he gave little answers here and there.

Hmmmm. Plenty of Cup Noodle in the cupboards, but...nah, he wasn't feeling it, there were way better options, and he grabbed some leftovers to nuke real quick while trying to shake off his dad so he could actually eat it when it was ready.

"Yeah, hey, Dad, listen, I gotta go, alright? But I'll let you know when that package gets here, okay? And, yeah, yeah, of course I'll tell her you said hi, you know you can just call her, too, though, right? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, I know. Okay. Uh-huh. Yeah...yup....ookaaaaaay, Dad, geez. Yeah. Love you, too. Okay. Bye."

It looks half as long just to get that guy to hang up a phone as it did to have an actual conversation! But Prompto couldn't really be mad about it, it was cool that they cared and all and he knew it was hard for them having both of them gone of to school on a whole different planet in a whole different universe, so he got it.

But, also, he had gotten really hungry in the course of all that and he couldn't well keep talking with a mouthful of food, now, could he?

[[ open! open! it's open! *spams the 3rd floor tag like crazy this week* ]]

howareyanow

Well. That was...

...interesting seemed too nice a word for it. In general, Wayne felt that, when a man goes into a refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends, especially when a man went into that refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends every week, he shouldn't be sucked on through that refrigerator and wind up somewhere else entirely, which made getting some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends difficult.

Especially since there wasn't a whole lot of breakfast food sitting around in a war room somewhere, where some dude who had the gall to look like him was hunched over some mapss and a dome going over a plan on jumps and warheads frying electonics and he didn't know what the fuck all else. Sounded like some video game nonsense, he'd never had to jump from a plane into a city with a warhead about to go off or nothing before (although there was that one in the park he'd briefly considered kicking), but he wasn't quite sure that was how it worked, there, bud. So Wayne didn't feel he had much to contribute to that particular situation and went off to maybe find breakfast food, which then wound up landing him right back in the common room where he started.

But not he wasn't so sure he could trust the refrigerator to not just go and do the same thing again, or, even worse, land him somewhere else still, but, at the same time, he couldn't have Monday morning breakfast without Monday morning breakfast, and he wasn't about to cave in and just call for pizzas after just one try. Bracing himself, he opened the refrigerator again, then breathed out a small sigh of relief that it was back to normal enough that he could grab his food and get to work, but he did so quickly because, fuck, who even knew how long it would last before it decided to suck people back up into different worlds again?

He was going to be a little suspicious of opening the oven or even the cupboards now, at this point, fuck...A man should be able to just make breakfast without worrying about being sucked into some alternate dimension!

[[ open common room is open, while I just be a dork about getting to work in Jared Keeso's very small but very important role in 2014's Godzilla movie somewhere~~ ]]

[[and now even in the right community, lol ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was feeling...better. Not great, by any margin, but well enough that he didn't feel like he was slowly dying. He could actually breathe, even through his nose!, although it was all still a bit sniffly, and he had color back in his skin again that wasn't just freckles standing out in sharp relief against a corpse-grey pallor. Truth be told, he should probably still be in bed resting a little more, but he also had energy again, and he was feeling incredibly restless and really sick of just staring at his own room and his nightstand covered with tissues and cough medicine, even if most of his time there had been spent sleeping since Friday.

And so, wrapped in a blanket because despite the heat outside, Prompto was frickin' freezing his stupid skinny butt off, he shuffled down to the common room and heated up a bowl of chicken soup compliments the best girlfriend ever for breakfast (hey, at least it wasn't Cup Noodle TM?). Then he curled up comfortably on the couch and set to the task of finding out if there was anything good even on TV on a Sunday morning.

The answer? Not really. Like, at all.

Until, of course, he came across an old cowboy shoot-'em-up Western on some old movie station, because you know he'd be all about that sort of thing. And you could tell he really was feeling better because he spent half the time scoffing and criticizing the more unrealistic shots....and then wondering if...actually...no...maybe that could work? He was gonna have to try some of this stuff out...

[[ ohgods, someone please save me from Sunday morning shifts -_- Open common room is open! ]]

howareyanow

You know what? For the most part, realleh, Wayne didn't think that last one was all that bad. In fact, quite a few of these last weeks hadn't been all that bad, and he was mostly qualifying that thought with the fact that things seemed okay when Monday rolled around, and none of his breakfast plans had to be thrown out the window or adjusted accordingly, and that seemed a pretty good margin to go by. In fact, last week wasn't all too bad for him at all, which worried him a bit, he felt that meant he was getting a little too used to the idea that he didn't mind going out and fighting zombies, though, he will admit, his enjoyment in fighting zombies went down significantly the moment he realized there were zombie dogs in the mix. He didn't like that at all. Punching regular undead creatures from some sort of twisted nightmare realm was one thing, but punching dogs? No matter how messed up or twisted they got, Wayne had a line.

So he laid pretty low for the rest of the week, staying inside at night, since that was a pretty good way to avoid it, and then come the next week, he went to the common room, found his breakfast stock in tact, the air had cleared significantly, and figuring that, no matter what got thrown at them this week, at least this morning seemed to be a good one, and at least nothing was messing up with his breakfast.

And, hopefully, there wouldn't be any poor dogs being on super-rabies or nothing this week, either.

[[ open breakfast is open! Come and get it, but please to not mind the SP because my work scheddy is the real nightmare about this week, oof ]]

howareyanow

The fact that Wayne had bothered to take a quick glance outside first before heading down to the common room was showing some sort of progress, though he figured it didn't matter much what was going on outside exactly, because it would pretty much mean that the week was pretty fucked even if it did look normal, although, to be faaaiiirrrrr, last week's wasnt' too bad. He didn't care for the whole getting lost thing whenever he wanted to go somewhere, and he felt sort of bad kicking the asses of critters not even half his size, but, look, you don't go around trying to kidnap people and drag them into sewers and not expect to get your asses kicked because of it. You just don't, so he didn't feel that bad about it at the end of the day.

He was, however, glad to see at least the food in the fridge hadn't been messed with this week, so he could set about making his usual breakfast to start the week with. Because, no matter what wound up happening by the time Friday rolled around, at least Monday morning could be nice and normal, dependable and expected.

It was the little things in life that counted, after all.

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

howareyanow

Wayne was very pleased to find that everything seemed to be as he left it in the fridge for breakfast this morning; in general, he'd been using that consistency as a guage for what kind of week they'd be having, though he knew it wasn't exactly a perfect method. It seemed good enough, anyway, to indicate that he'd at the very least have a good Monday, and he figured, around here, that was pert'near all you could ask for.

He wound up with another Monday without classes for this session, too, so he was ready to get up, check his fights on hockeyfights.com, and then get at 'er, sticking with the usual breakfast fare of pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee and juice because, 'round here, it felt good to just sort of stick with something consistent when you could, since who knew what he'd have to go and improvise with the next week?

So far? So good.

[[ wayne is very upset with me right now because I seriously almost forgot about this this morning, lol. Open breakfast is open, as always! Come and get it! ]]

thishouseishaunted

Mae didn't really feel like going into town today, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting a nice bird's-eye view of things from the roof of the dorms. It was pretty nice up here, if maybe a little weird that it was accessible the normal way. She sat by the garden, looking out over the town and the preserve, and flipped through her journal.

There was some weird shit in that journal, these days. She was going to have to make a dummy one if Dr. Hank ever insisted on getting to look through it.

A post card fell out from between two pages, and Mae kicked herself a little for having forgotten to write back for so long. She thought for a moment, then scribbled a doodle of one of the old murals from back home on a ripped out journal page, before turning it over to write on the back.

"Oh my god," she said, reading over what she'd written (was that how you spelled "weird"?). "I'm so bad at letter writing." Her ears twitched as she tucked the letter back into her journal for safekeeping. "Astrid's gonna love it. I wonder how easy it is to steal a stamp?"

[open!]

howareyanow

Breakfast might have been a little later that Monday, on account of the fact that Wayne hadn't exactly woken up in his bed that morning but, oh, y'know, somewhere out in the wilderness where he'd been taking down larger-than-usual human-faced rodents with his bare hands and teeth for the better part of the weekend, but there would still be breakfast. Heck, there'd still likeleh be breakfast even if Wayne had gotten up that morning and still had all those teeth and claws and horns and whatnot, because it was tradition.

And you don't fuck with tradition. Not even as a terrifying mutant monster version of yourself.

But it didn't really matter now, now, did it? Because Wayne wasn't a terrifying mutant monster version of himself, Wayne was just his usual version of himself now, only in black-and-white, it seemed, like the rest of the world, which he wasn't sure if was some side-effect to his brain being all bad all weekend, or if it was just a thing the island was doing, and he was really wondering how he could actually test all of that, because it was going to bother him until he knew fer shure.

Food in the fridge, though, that was a good sign for the week, and it gave him the chance to whip up his usual breakfast stuff, with maybe a bit more and bit stronger coffee than usual, and he was really hoping people were hungry this morning because he just really wanted to sort of rub it in a little.

Because he said it was just a bug. And from where he was standing, he'd been right.

One hell of a bug, sure, yeah, okay, he'd give you that. But just a bug, all the same.

[[*allows boyos to take over third floor public spaces, innocent whistles* open breakfast is open as always! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

No amount of hot water and soap and showering was going to be able to wash off the last week.

But that wasn't going to stop Prompto Argentum from trying. And it wasn't even about the fact that, no matter how hard he scrubbed, his skin remained that awful, awful shade of grey (and yes, yes, he had noticed it was all greys and blacks and whites now, only without the benefit of him also being an adorable little puppy like last time)...because it was gone, actually gone, all those spikes and horns and tail, the black and red ichor contantly flowing from his eyes, his pores, his cuts and wounds, the insanity that drove him, the desire to just hurt things and ruin them and destroy them, feeding off the fear, the terror, the pain. He was back to himself again, back to Prompto, back to who he was, not what he was supposed to have been.

He'd lost track by now how many times he'd thrown up on his staggering return to the dorms; he was surprised how he managed to still find swells of sobbing inside, just when he thought he was done, it was over, there was nothing left in him anymore. No amount of hot water or soap or showering or time was going to wash this way, but he stood there underneath the shower in the boys' bathroom on his floor until the water ran cold, and he stayed there until he started shivering, and the shivering just reminded him of transforming, the violence of all his nightmares made real, and there he was, throwing up again, finally turning off the water as he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, grabbed a towel to wrap around himself as he found a wall, slid down in, and just...sat, staring at his hands, thinking of what they'd been capable of, staring at his barcode, thinking of how that was what they were always meant to do...

Man....fuck this place.

And Prompto was just going to stay there until he figured out just what he wanted to do about this, and he wasn't sure, so he figured he was going to be there a while. Good thing there were no classes this week, right? And he figured, if he was going to be anywhere, this would be a good spot if he wanted to avoid anyone who might be looking for him. There were, what, five guys in this whole school? And while a good chunk of them were on this floor, the bathrooms were pretty quiet. And he felt he was probably safe from Nina in here, too; she was a proper lady, after all, wouldn't dare go into a boys' bathroom!

Vette, on the other hand...

...so that was why, if anyone should try, they'd find all the vents into this place properly boobytrapped.

Though Prompto personally hoped (and didn't hope, like, at all, it was complicated) that they wouldn't really have even bothered, anyway. That they wouldn't have cared. That would make this thing so much easier...

...fuck this place.

[[oh, hey, bathroom post! s'open! ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was... not looking so great. Wasn't feeling so great, either, but her response to the throbbing headache and the grey skin and the claws, beyond a frustrated screech, was mostly to decide that she needed to rend something with her... increasingly sharp teeth. Really, with the way her head was changing shape and the somewhat unexpected new dental situation, she was starting to look more like a Twi'lek male when she looked in the mirror, if not for the horror eyes situation, and the fact that her ear cones were remaining cones, hooray.

Anyway, the solution to today's frustration (it was even frustrating that she only felt frustrated, that she couldn't find it in her to panic about this, but at least she was able to think, wasn't necessarily having a repeat of the vampire situation and that hadn't been permanent) was clearly to go rummaging through the fridge, head-tails twitching angrily behind her, looking for the biggest, most raw-looking slab of meat she could find.

... An entire package of bologna would do. Nobody mind the snarling grey Twi'lek furiously gnawing her way through that while trying to find something she actually wanted to watch on the television this morning. Really.

[OOC: Open! I had to infect Vette, the game gives me a (nightmarish) companion customization that is perfect for today, how could I not?]

howareyanow

It would just stand to reason that today was different, wouldn't it, what with how every Monday seemed to bring something new to this weird little place that left Wayne wondering a bit if something was just constantly being slipped into his morning coffee? So, just like nearly every Monday before this one, Wayne wasn't about to fuss too much about the bigger details quite yet, and he was mostly going to be glad that, when he went to the common room to get started on breakfast and opened the fridge, the food was back and, in general, he felt like that meant it was going to be a pretty good week overall.

This whole Monday morning breakfast tradition he'd gotten going, he realized, was not just about getting a good start to your day with making the most out of the most important meal of it. It almost seemed as if getting a good start on Monday morning breakfast was like getting a good start on whatever the week as a whole had in store for them.

And he liked that thought. A little bit of pondering and reflection was a pretty solid accompaniment to bacon'n'eggs.

And pancakes, too, of course.

[[ open breakfast is open! *obnoxiously rings triangle*]]

howareyanow

Wayne was starting to wonder why he even bothered going shopping for what he'd need for Monday Morning Breakfast anymore, when it seemed that the island was just going to decide to do fuck-all with it and he'd have no idea what sort of options he'd be walking into. He did realize, though, as he opened the fridge in the common room and let out a low rumble of a disapproving growl, that he could pretty much tell what sort of week they were gonna have based on the contents therein. The cupboards weren't looking too great, either. Slim pickings, this morning...

Welp. He'd just have to make do, trying to think of a good way to stretch just a little, so there was an attempt made to liven up some instant oatmeal a bit and he felt he could stretch out some pancake batter pretty well. There was a block of some pretty frosted over pork sausage tucked way into the back of the freezer; not the best option, but it'll have to work...

Not his best breakfast, by a long shot, and that sort of made him a bit cranky, even if he figured it wouldn't be all that bad considering the state of everything else. That just sounded like an excuse, though. Wayne didn't much care for settling on 'not that bad.'

The worst part of it, though, was the fact that all they seemed to have for syrup was Mrs. Buttersworth. Because that didn't just seem like an Island Thing. That one felt personal.

[[ open breakfast is open! They're messing with my work schedule again these next few weeks, so SP's the play fer me until later, but BREAKFAST ]]

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