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Wayne was stubborn, especially when it came to things he didn't much care to think about, but, so help him, this waking up Monday morning and not really knowing what sort of place he'd be waking up in was starting to get to him a little bit, so he actually did twitch back a curtain before heading to the common room for a look outside, saw that everything looked normal again, and wondered if maybe some of all that from last week...and the week before...and the week before...was all just some sort of a fever dream or some bad eggs.

It didn't help, either, that when he did make it to the common room and checked the fridge, mostly expecting to find very little by way of appealing offerings and having to really push to make a decent breakfast out of it, he found all the stuff he remembered getting two Sundays ago that had disappeared last Monday. Which make him wonder if this Monday was actually last Monday, see: fever dream or perhaps some strange sort of other situation where the last week hadn't actually happened and he'd only thought it did.

But he still had a couple of cuts on his knuckles and probably that ruined shirt to prove otherwise.

Ah, well. If things were back to normal now....he would say he wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth, but you knew Wayne was totally the sort of person that would inspect that gift horse's mouth so thoroughly, he might as well become a horse dentist.

But he was going to make breakfast, an actual breakfast with some real food, all the stuff for the omelettes and hashbrowns and sausage he was planning on making last Monday back and ready to be used. So he put on the coffee, got started on the cooking, and he supposed it would only be a matter of time before the girls started coming in.

Because tradition.

[[ monday morning breakfast post is open as always! ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Today had been a busy day for Vette. There had been classes, work, visits to her boyfriend at work, and, oh yes, secretly and frantically organizing a surprise birthday party for Nina. Sidon and Prompto had been tapped in for getting-supplies-and-decorating duty with Prompto portalling to Mainland 1.0 to get a proper cake and decorations. Nuclear wastelands, after all, were a little slim on party supplies.

Vette, meanwhile, was going to use that fact to her favor after sending out a text to basically the whole student body (minus Nina) announcing the where and when and why of the party in question. She cornered Nina before she could venture into the common room, and then presented her with one of the cookies liberated from her snack drawer, with a candle on it.

Since, you know, nuclear wastelands didn't really have cake.

There had been a cute little birthday song that Vette made up on the fly (she'd had Miss Dozy assist in singing it, which mostly meant waving a little naked cat around in the air while singing about getting older but no more mature), and then Vette had gasped.

"Nina! I forgot the milk!"

You couldn't have a birthday cookie without milk.

And that was how Vette managed to drag the birthday girl to the common room for a surprise party, wasteland or none.

[OOC: Post open for all students! If you think you got a text, you got one! If you want to just wander in to the siren smell of pizza, that's good too!]

handystand

Yesterday, Okuyasu had been bitten by a gremlin while attempting to put it in a fish-emblazoned tube dress made of t-shirts.

Today, he returned from the wastes in which he'd run, veins full of gremlin venom, covered in dirt and... something that might be dried blood, wearing a leather jacket with a snake on the back over a blue-and-yellow jumpsuit.

Gosh knows where he'd gotten those.

He looked a little shell-shocked, and decided to sit down on a couch and just... relax for a bit. Process everything before taking a shower. Eventually.

[ooc: Open!]

howareyanow

There was, that morning, a low, disgruntled humming sound emiting from deep within the throat of the young, broad-shouldered man stooping slightly to peer into the refrigerator that seemed to no longer hold any of the fine produce and ingredients that he had picked up for Monday morning breakfast anymore, but instead held a lot less and nothing that seemed particularly appetising.

Least of all because Wayne got this distinct feeling that things had changed again, and, really, now, if you were going to be a weird island with things like aliens and talking cats and dogs and magic and whatever the fuck else, it seemed that the least you could do was just stay the same type of weird for a while instead of going and mixing it up and giving everyone fucking whiplash all the time. It just seemed impolite; get your shit together, island. Clean it up.

The cabinets didn't seem to fare much better, though he did find a few bags of potatoes and an exorbitant amount of potatoes (not very good potatoes, really, they were some of the saddest potatoes he'd ever seen, but they'd do) and canned gravy in there.

And if a good old Canadian country boy like himself couldn't make do with potatoes and gravy (and some mystery meat, too), well, then, he might as well just turn in his citizenship right now, pack up, and move on out to El-Laaaay to go eat tah-cos and go hiking, fuck.

[[ /monday spam! Open common room is open, it's breakfast, it's tradition noooooow!]]

howareyanow

Even with things around the place going a bit loopy here and there, what with things like dinosaurs and flooding and apparently everyone but him and a small, select few being twenty years older for a weekend, and even with the utter lack of chorin' to be had, Wayne found himself settling into a bit of a rhythm around here, and for that, he was glad. It helped, having things to do, even if those things were just playing with dogs at the shelter or cooking breakfast on Monday mornings or having a smoke out on the deck on lazy Sundays, weather permitting.

The flooded island was a little bit scenic from here, too. And passing a few hours out here, dart at his lips, a mug of coffee in his hand, just sitting and watching ducks float by wasn't so bad, really. 'Bout how he'd spend the day back home, only without the produce stand and the usual motley crew. Good for collecting his thoughts, thinking about the week ahead, on how maybe he'd finally try swinging by that scrapyard, see if there was any work that needed doing.

But this, for now, wasn't so bad, really. Not so bad at all.

[[ open deck is open! a bit of SP likeleh, but, ohgod, save me from work XD ]]

howareyanow

Contemplating spending a good portion of the day back out on the water and generally just kayaking around the island because he could and he didn't really have much else to do around here for the time being, Wayne decided to at least head into the common room to make himself a sandwich first and foremost, which should have been a simple task, a real in-and-out affair, but that was because Wayne wasn't expecting to walk into the common room and find a whole mess of unwashed spoons and glasses and blender pitchers just sitting in the sink, not even soaking in water or anything.

"What the fuck kind of degen just leaves all their shit in the sink without cleaning up after themselves?"

It almost felt like a personal offense. This was their common room. And it ought to be treated with respect!

He ought to find out who left the mess and he ought to just take all those dirty dishes and dump them right on their bed or something so they learned, but at the same time, Wayne was hungry and wanted lunch, but he couldn't just make his lunch and ignore that mess there in the sink, so he sucked in a breath, decided to be the better man and cleaned it up. Because he wouldn't be able to move on until it was taken care of.

And then he'd have a sandwich, and then find out which degen was leaving their shit everywhere without cleaning it up first, and then he'd take care of him...or her. He didn't fucking know, but it wasn't right, either way.

...he really needed to find some new hobbies around here...

[[ if you think I'm going to have two of my boyos on the same floor and not take advantage of it, then you are sorely mistaken. Open common room is open! Prompto's mess totally modded with permission ;) ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was very much over this week. She was making it to classes but had called out of work today, and she felt pretty okay with that.

So to the common room it was, where she'd thrown a frozen pizza in the oven because she felt bad ordering one, and then regretted it when it had turned out to be covered in unexpected anchovies.

All right, fine, she was going to sit by the water and sketch what was out the window and ignore the pizza. Someone else please eat the pizza.

[Open! I feel like I haven't done enough this week!]

howareyanow

If anything particularly different was going on outside right now, Wayne didn't know about it yet and he'd mostly convinced himself that he didn't care, because it was probably weird and he was just better off going about his day as normally as he could.

And that included the traditional Monday morning breakfast. This would be his third week in a row; he felt that made it an official tradition, and he had no intention of fucking with tradition. Since Vette missed it last week, crepes were back on the menu, with all the fixins, as well as the eggs and sausage and bacon and all that other good stuff as one might expect out of a nice breakfast like this.

Sure, there'd been that brunch yesterday and all, but who ever really got sick of breakfast food in the morning, anyway? Not anyone Wayne would likeleh want to know, that was for sure.

[[ he is a creature of habit, through and through. Open! Breakfast is seeerved! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had not had a chance to get outside yet that morning, so he had, thankfully, not yet had to deal with trying to reconcile why they were in a jungle and why there was some dinosaur theme park shenanigans going on out there. Nope, he just got up, bright and early as he'd never really lose his internal farmer's clock, caught up on hockeyfights.com as he always did first thing before getting ready to start the day. And best way to start the day, of course, was with breakfast.

Especially when he owed someone crepes.

Now, Wayne didn't really know if Vette would appear like she had the first time around. He hadn't really thought to make them until this morning, and, after a tour of the kitchen to make sure he had everything needed to make them, from flour to fruit, figured even if she missed them, well, there wasn't exactly a thing as too many crepes, now, were there? He'd just make 'em again some other time, which suited him fine, since, fuck, what else was he going to do around here, anyway? So there would be crepes, and there's be toppings for the crepes, there'd be some more bacon and egggs and toast if little tiny super thin pancakes weren't really your thing.

It didn't escape his notice, though, that he'd gone and done pert'near the same thing last week, come in the kitchen, whip up some breakfast, and two times in a row was enough to make him think he might as well make it a tradition. He didn't have much to do on Mondays right now, and he always enjoyed a good tradition.

[[ work might eat me. might not. It'll be an adventure! Anyway, open! Come have breakfast ]]

howareyanow

Well, now, this weather put a bit of a damper on Wayne's vague plans of possible having a Burning Bush Party tonight to take care of that glittery shirt, now, wasn't it? Not that he'd been expecting much, considering he didn't have anyone's Facebook (and fuck Facebook, anyway), and the talking cat had suggested he make flyers if he wanted to let people know, but fuck if he was going to make flyers. He was just going to head out into the woods, maybe get a bonfire going at that old camp ground he remembered passing during his quote-unquote-Wilderness class, have a couple beers, a couple smokes, and if that was it, well, then, that didn't seem like a bad night. If anyone else happened by with pert'near the same idea, then that would work, too.

Not good bush party weather, though. Not good weather for anything much but crops, realleh, but if Wayne was going to allow himself to be cooped up inside for much longer, he was going to get a little stir-crazy. Seemed to be space enough out here on the deck where he could stand underneath something and have a dart without getting wet, though, so that was good enough for him.

Not much to do, realleh, but there was fresh air. Beat just stickin' in his room, dicking around on his phone all day. But if it stayed this quiet, he might wind up doing a little bit of that. Pull up the good ol' hockeyfights.com, and there's an afternoon well spent.

[[ open deck is open, of course! *mods plenty of overhangs and dry space or whatever, idk, why not?* ]]

handystand

Parked on the common room sofa, Okuyasu was marveling at what 2019 television had to offer. Especially what Fandom television had to offer.

"Gyeh, there's so much!" he exclaimed, completely unable to stop channel surfing and settle on one thing for more than thirty seconds.

When he realized he'd left his bag of potato chips on the other side of the room, since he thought he was in relative privacy he found himself doing something incredibly lazy, and summoning up The Hand and swiping away the space between his chips and himself, causing them to basically teleport over to him. Which, to anyone who saw, would seem like a neat trick of telekinesis. Though if they could see his Stand, that would be a whole different kettle of weird.

Assuming anyone saw.

[ooc: Open! If you think your character can see Stands, sure, I ain't gonna argue. :)]

cypher_can_fly

Was something scheduled to happen today? Owen didn't have a clue! He had been here for all of several days and he'd only gotten attacked by anything the measely once, thanks for that, Aphra. He appreciated the vastness of the amount of free food available here, so far, and the relative quiet of having only one roommate and a decent roof over his head.

It was going to get boring. He was well aware of that. But not today.

No, today he was taking full advantage of his newfound luxury.

"All right, I have no idea what at least half of these things are," he said gleefully, eyeing the various canned food products he'd removed from the fridge and placed on the coffee table in the middle of the common room. "Anyone want to help me find out?"

[[ open ]]

howareyanow

Well. Wayne figured he was getting settled into this new place well enough, though the whole island was pretty strange and a little fruity-loops. Worst of it all, though, was the complete lack of things to do. Wasn't used to not having things to do, not even on Sunday, as his family was never particularleh religious (who's got that kind of money?). But he did get a chance to check out the town; even without the castle, it was pretty surreal, and odd that it was somehow smaller than Letterkenny.

No chores. No planting. No nothing. And then he didn't even have any workshops until Tuesday. Fuck. What was he going to do with all this free time? Didn't much care for that. Free time.

Know what he could do, though? He could make breakfast. And not just some toss some flakes in bowl and hit it with some milk breakfast, but a real hearty farmhouse kinda breakfast. Had a decent kitchen in the common rooms, by the look of it, might as well make good use of it. Good selection of food and produce at the general store, got himself everything he needed for a good helping of eggs and bacon, pork sausage and hash browns, fresh fruit, mix up some batter for pancakes with some real maple syrup...

No French toast, though. French toast was just a waste of time.

Good way to start the week, really, and not a bad way to make an impression by feeding people, either.

Breakfast was on. Come an' get it.

[[ open open open, of course there's plenteh! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

it's been a weird couple of weeks resulting in a bunch of thoughts Sabine didn't really want to dwell on, and the common room was trying to help her with that by giving her a project.

She hadn't even planned on watching TV. It'd just been on when she got here, and it'd been flipping through channels seemingly at random. She'd tried turning it off, but that hadn't worked, so she changed the batteries in the remote. That hadn't helped, so she tried playing with the cords in the back of the TV. That hadn't worked, so now she had pushed the TV out and was opening up the back to try and fix it.

...and now it was randomly playing music that she recognized as being in Spanish.

"Why are you like this?" Sabine asked it.

[Idk. Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

The weather today looked a little cloudy but warm, and Sidon was contemplating going out to enjoy it when he went into the common room to grab something to eat before he did. And it was there that he happened upon a curious looking hatchling that almost appeared to be Zora, except he was clearly also very much not. Whatever he was, though, he had situated himself in front of the coffee table in front of a large plate of frozen fishstick, surrounded by every single bottle of hot sauce that Sidon could only assume had been previously in the refrigerator. The little one looked very intently down at the plate for a moment before grabbing a bottle, turning it over, and very liberally adding it to the food before taking a bite, humming thoughtfully as he chewed, and then shrugging and going to add more from another bottle.

Until he noticed Sidon standing there, anyway, at which point he turned his head, blinked, and then let out a laugh. "Oh, hello, Father!" he said. "You've shrunk!"

Sidon blinked, realized he'd heard that exact same sentiment from a small blue Zora that bore an eerie resemblance to his sister about a year ago. And now he was hearing it from a small blue not-quite-Zora, with headfins that didn't quite seem like headfins, but now, as he got a closer look at them, certainly did seem to resemble lekku, questing through hot sauces diligently despite none of them seeming to be nearly hot enough.

Sidon was capable of some rather large grins, but it would be difficult to beat the one that spread on his face just then. "Marvelous!" he said, and then he laughed. "But I assure you, little one, it is not I who have shrunk, but rather you who have found yourself a bit back in time. Allow me to join your repast; I have a plethora of questions that I must ask of you, and then we shall go and find your mother. I'm sure she will be absolutely delighted to meet you!"

....delighted might...not exactly be the word, there, Sidon.

But they'd clearly cross that bridge when they came to it.

[[ open common room is so, so, so open! ]]

intotheout

Another year, another afternoon spent in the lobby, selling tickets to a dance and trying not to fidget too obviously in her seat.

Was this whole thing easier when you were attracted to people? Harder? She imagined with attraction you at least knew a little better what to do about it, right?

Anyway. Tip was here, behind the table, attempting to meditate between ticket sales. Because that was going to help. Meditation.

Ugh.

[open for all your ticket sale needs!]

white_oleander

Somehow, by sheer luck of the draw, it would seem that Astrid and Sidon got paired up to do double-duty at the ticket table that Wednesday, and this time they didn't even have the buffer of a crabbed Norman to help them out. And Astrid was sort of feeling like she could really use a buffer of any sort to distract her from the fact that she was sitting there at a table with a very large, very naked shark person.

And she was just...what? Expected to not think about the fact he was just there, without any clothes, and everyone was just fine with it? Obviously, Sidon kept in shape, so the view was nice, and the specifics of his anatomy seemed to keep certain...things from view, but then that only begged the question of how? And what? Was that sort of thing more shark than human, then? What sort of anatomy in that regard did sharks even have? Or since he was from a different world, maybe it was completely different. Maybe he didn't even have reproductive organs as she had come to know them. Maybe she could have gone her whole life without having to sit there selling prom tickets and wondering about shark genetalia if she just hadn't been stuck selling school dance tickets with Sidon again.

She was actually really close at one point to just asking, just to get it over with, but she was stuck there all day with him and didn't need to make it more awkward than it already was. So she was just going to focus on sketching in between helping people, trying very hard to avoid anything related to marine biology.

And Sidon, who usually had no difficulty striking up conversations with even the quietest and shiest people, found himself feeling rather awkward, too, in that whenever he thought to strike up a conversation with Astrid to pass the time, he'd turn to her and then stop and become thoroughly fascinated by her hair. He didn't have hair; Vette didn't, either, and he'd never really paid much attention to it at all, but then every time he was about to say something, Astrid would be curled over her sketchbook, her long, long hair spilling over her face like a waterfall or a curtain, and it just sucked him right up. Her hair was absolutely fascinating, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to run a hand through it, almost thinking to ask if he could in fact touch it, but he didn't want to bother her. Was it soft? It looked soft, and beautiful, and so blonde. She looked like a Hylian princess. It was captivating, though in a way that he felt he shouldn't quite be so captivated by it.

So if anyone needed tickets, the two very quiet, very awkward individuals at the table with the big sparkly PROM TICKETS ON SALE NOW banner would be more than happy to help.

Please.

Anyone.

Tickets!

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine just wanted to get away from people for a while, and rather than going out to the warehouse, she decided to head on up to the sixth floor common room. No one was ever up there, so why not?

What she found was a party setup. This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled onto one of these things, and on a week like this she wasn't sure she trusted it. So she took a picture of the setup and sent it to the other students with a message, I think the sixth floor did it again?

She realized belatedly that this was of course probably going to bring people in here when that was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted. Look, she was not firing on all cylinders this week. She couldn't even seem to pick up the Coke bottle that may or may not have been stuck to the floor, but still spun if you hit it. Interesting.

[LOOK. Look. Our students are too good, and this is a good week to fix that. Open party, up early for SP!]

misshapen_spark

Yang knew what was going on. And no, she wasn't super-thrilled about it. Yes, she had a boyfriend, and very very nice make-outs, but that wasn't enough to take the edge off her itch.

But what better way to work off her excess energy than some target practice? She set up one of the lanes with the options for moving targets, cranking it up to the highest setting possible.

Yang and her precious Ember Celica were going to have a work-out, followed by some maintenance and tweaking and disassembly and reassembly and another work-out and--

Look, you deal with hormones your way, Yang will do hers. And maybe later, she'd take her motorcycle out for a spin. On the mainland. Away from all....this.

[OOC: open post is open, with some SP]

seriesofbaddecisions

When she wasn't in class, you'd find Sabine at a table in the lobby, under a sparkly painted banner reading:

PROM TICKETS ON SALE NOW

There was a box for prom king and queen voting, and Sabine had stress-doodled over most of the plastic tablecloth. This was the worst week and she hated it so much.

in_sidon_we_trust

An awful lot had changed for Sidon in the approximate year between bouts of this particular Fandom quirkiness. Well, perhaps it was really only the one thing, and it was a big one, and, if he was completely honest, the feelings and emotions and sense of utter longing and desire were not too dissimilar to something he'd been feeling for a while now, only...amplified. And at first, he didn't think much of it. It was only natural, after all; here he was, a young, strong, virile prince in his budding prime, wildly, madly in love with the most magnificent, brilliant, astonishing, beautiful, wonderful person he had ever had the honor and privlege to have met. If he didn't wake up every morning absolutely overflowing with passionate feelings in that regard, well, then, something was clearly wrong.

Today, though, he had to admit, there certainly seemed to be something much more in it. An almost overwhelming drive to it, which was say a lot, for him. Perhaps it was just the day. It was warm again, the kind of weather that sent his whole body practically lurching for the sea, yes, yes, a swim would be perfect today, what an excellent use of his energy, diving under the water, testing his speed, his distance, his height as he lept into the water and came crashing down, all the marine life scattering in his wake, except perhaps a few brave, curious ones looking for...

...and that's what stopped him. Yes, all of this energy was quite familiar to him lately, but there was that something extra there that suddenly reminded him of the last time, around this time of year, where he'd spent nearly all his time in the water...

...and there had been...a dolphin.

It was...awkward.

And if he went for a swim now and there were more dolphins, then it was likely to get exponentially more awkward.

Soooo....right. No swimming today! Which was unfortunate, because swimming certainly was one of Sidon's most effective ways of taking care of his energy when his energy was even too energetic for himself. But he had to do something about it, lest he'd wind up tracking down Vette after her class and likely behaving in a way that would be most undignified and un-prince-like.

Behavior he may have spent much longer thinking about just then before, feeling very glad that Zora weren't prone to things like blushing, chastising himself and making a very firm decision for a much more...appropriate alternative.

To the salle! Where some hard work with the long shaft of his trident was sure to help him expend some of this energy in the most beneficial way, to help keep his mind of swimming and dolphins and girlfriends and everything else.

Though, really, it was effectively just him going through the motions aggressively while thinking of a million and one different ways to shower Vette with affection this week. Because she was definitely going to get showered with affection at every opportunity he could find. There was a downright storm coming.

[[open!]]

[[i'm so sorry]]

unusual_sith

There were a lot of things Lana should be looking up and learning about - this "prom" thing, some of the local sites that might be interesting, even Jedi diplomacy back home (she was really wondering after class today). Instead, she had ordered Chinese food (and naturally gotten enough for at least eight people) and settled in in front of the TV.

All it wanted to show, for some reason, were local food shows. Especially one about a man who went to different celebrations everywhere and ate very odd foods. It was oddly fascinating.

Hey, even a Sith needed a vegging evening sometimes.

[Open common room! Come eat the food!]

revengenotebook

Paris wouldn't be Paris if he wasn't making questionable life choices, which was why he ordered every variety of pizza the place had, as well as far more soda than a guy who'd never had soda before should be exposed to.

He'd found a music channel (all Spanish, all the time!) and had cranked up way past what would be considered appropriate for a weeknight evening.

Come, party on a Monday night!

white_oleander

Ha! Astrid knew that Angela was full of it! There were weapons at this school, and she didn't even need to go very far to find some. Most of them were locked up, and she didn't have access to them for some stupid reason, but there were still plenty of practice swords available (even if she did prefer an axe), as well as some training dummies and other obstacles she could set up around the salle to help her get in some decent work.

It was hardly as exciting as dragon drills. It was also incredibly boring without anyone to join her or challenge her to a spar, but it was better than nothing. So even if she was dead (she was still not entirely convinced that she was), she was still going to work hard and train hard, because she had to get better, and you didn't get to be the best by just resting on your laurels.

What else was she honestly going to do, anyway? Go back up to her room and paint stuff?

Sh'yeah, right. She'd much rather see how long it would take for her to whittle this practice dummy down into matchsticks.

[[ open salle is open! ]]

goldfishontherocks

This island was completely different -- in climate and atmosphere and absolutely everything -- from the islands of the Deadfire. Maia found that more unnerving than the fact that she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten here, which she was sure was on assignment from the RDC.

No idea what Atsura wanted with a place like this, but at least there was a shooting range here, and she could keep her skills sharp.

"Keep an eye out for anything really out of place, Ishi," she told the bird perched on a railing nearby as she set up with her rifle at the longest-range target. Ishiza made a dubious noise and tilted his head at her; she snorted with laughter and ruffled his feathers. "I know, everything feels out of place right now. Just let me know if it looks like danger, okay?"

[OOC: Open, though I'll be in and out a bit today so SP likely! Keyleth is Maia Rua from Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire, and continuing my amusement, she sounds basically like Beau with a southern accent.]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine didn't really veg. Usually she had something to do instead of just sitting in front of the TV, but every once in a while she just felt like it. The plan for tonight was to sit back, make some popcorn, and find something dumb to watch, like a normal teenager.

Step two was where things got iffy. She knew she put popcorn in the microwave, but when she opened the door again, what she got was a little plate of mini cupcakes.

At this point she figured she'd get the same result but decided to try again just in case, and this time got a bowl (that she had not put in there) of caramel (which was not correct) popcorn (yes good).

"I don't get it," she said, and took both... desserts? to put on the table for people to take while channel surfing.

[Idk what's with me this week. Open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae's Fridays were normally reserved for going exploring in digital environments over at the Holoscene, but she'd had a weird few weeks, and not in a Fandom way, so she was sticking close to home today.

Frankly, the fact that she made it to lying on a common room couch instead of just lying in her bed was a cause for celebration. She'd found some reruns of a show about fairy tale characters moving to a nonmagical world to work mundane jobs as store clerks, and now was staring listlessly at it, trying to decide who had thought it was a good idea.

"Thassa loada bullllll," she told the TV without pulling her face out of the cushions. "Stay home an' be a wiiiiitch."

Really. When offered a choice between witchery and food service, who the heck was deciding to be a short order cook?

[open!]

hashtag_chocobro

With his usual morning workout routine out of the way, Prompto headed back to the dorms to get Girl fed and comfortable back in his room, then headed on down to the common room to take care of feeding himself. He'd been looking forward to a delicious and convenient Cup Noodle^TM practically the whole time he was out, so there was a little bounce in his step as he headed on over to one of the cabinets that was always stuffed with them and grabbed the first one, singing a little under his breath as he ripped open the top.

And out popped something small and furry, shaking itself on the counter for a moment before hopping off the side of it onto the floor, and then moseyed its way out the door.

"Uh...." said Prompto.

Cautiously, he grabbed the next one in the cupboard. Opened it. Out popped another little furry dude who pretty much followed the other little furry dude out the door. The same thing happened with a third, a fourth.

Alright. Maybe no satisfying and easy Cup Noodle^TM today. Maybe he'd have some cereal instead. But when he opened that box, there were three of the little furry dudes in there, and Prompto just shook his head.

"Okay," he decided, "maybe today's just a day for ordering pizza..."

Luckily, someone had remembered to spay and neuter their tribbles, otherwise they all might have been in a bit of...trouble.

[[work is dumb. Have some tribbles living in boxed food items, idk. open!]]

[[and now in the right month/year, too!]]

white_oleander

Not realizing yet that the one class she'd wished to avoid would actually be cancelled that day, Astrid decided she would just go ahead and skip all of her Monday rigmarole, especially if it helped make it seem a bit less like she was singling out any particular class. Part of her wondered if there was much point to skipping, especially since next week was spring break, she could suck it up for another day, but she'd said she was probably going to, and she felt she almost had to, especially if it wound up Mae would join her. Besdies, after the weekend, she felt she needed a skip day for an actual, solid reason now, too. Her head was swimming with her renewed memory, clashing against everything she'd conjectured while her whole life was nothing but a blank slate, an empty canvas that she'd rigerously tried to cover as she poured through all the letters in her desk from her mother, all of her mother's journals, all of her books of poetry, and Astrid's own sketchbooks.

It created a fascinating, brilliant, almost god-like image in her mind of this woman who was supposedly her mother, this effervescant force of nature that seemed mythical and unreal. And even though Astrid tried to search through nearly every line and in between, she couldn't find much of herself in there. There were a few things, here and there, her mother talking about how much she missed her, remincicing about them living in Paris, in Amsterdam, in Mexico; her mother mentioned how Astrid would draw, but she didn't need that clue, she'd already answered that one for herself. There were a few that seemed a little vitriolic, anger over some things she'd done or hadn't done, things she'd taken an interest in: someone named Ray, a decision to dye her hair red, something about homecoming court, pink dresses and hopeful heels. She appeared in a few of the poems, a few journal entries, but alwaya addressed like she was just another one of Ingrid's poems, a work of art, something she created to be beautiful and reflective, another mark left on the world. Though she'd spent all of yesterday, hunched over piles of books and paper loaded on her bed, she'd gone to sleep that night with not much more of an idea of who she was than she'd had when she'd woken up on Saturday.

And when she woke up today...the memories were back, she knew who she was, but that perspective stayed and she started to wonder. Who was she, really? Was Amnesiac Astrid onto something? Was she really anything more than something Ingrid had willed into being, to be a reflection of her own genius, only the problem with a person over a poem is that you couldn't quite just edit and rewrite it to be what you wanted it to be.

So Astrid skipped her classes, she went down to the pool, she swam laps until she felt too tired for more, and then found a floating tube in the supplies closet that she could just settled into and float around in, staring at the ceiling, trying to get her thoughts sorted out and trying to convince herself that she should really get going on that idea to paint the ceiling down here and wondering what color the sky in California would be just then.

[[ open pool is open! ]]

unusual_sith

She'd woken up this morning, slipped into meditation with the ease of long habit, and in the course of quieting her mind realized she didn't know why she was doing it. Or where she was. Or who she was.

It probably should have been more frightening, but she was getting no sense of danger, only confusion.

There was another girl in the room with her, but she decided to let her sleep. Keeping calm, she let a feeling of rightness draw her out to a room down the hall from where she'd woken up, where there were an old-fashioned refrigeration unit and cooking surfaces.

"Well," she said aloud to no-one, "There's no reason to tackle this on an empty stomach."

Eggs. She could cook eggs, even if they were all white.

[Open common room! Amnesiac Sith making breakfast!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was actually in his own common room for a change; it was super weird! But it was also where he knew all the Cup Noodle was, so there he was, heating up some water, getting ready to have himself a delicious and convenient snack, and then plop on the couch, kick up his feet, and do a little channel surfing for a lazy Sunday afternoon.

It didn't take him long to figure out that there was some sort of sporting event going on. Of course, he didn't recognize the sport at all, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to learn a little bit more about what people considered sports on this planet. But American football, it seemed, couldn't hold his attention for long, and, though it had its interesting moments, he found himself back to channel surfing in between plays more often than not, looking for something a bit more enticing.

And that's when he found it.

He'd almost gone by it, flipping so fast he'd nearly missed it, but a good doggo on the screen would always make Prompto backtrack through the channels pretty fast, and then he realized it wasn't just one good doggo, but several. Good doggos...playing football.

"Oh. Em. Gee." Prompto had to stare at the screen with a sense of wonderment before laughing and kicking back and figuring he could probably just toss the remote away, because this station was not changing. "I love this planet."

Dogs! PLAYING FOOTBALL. He could die so happy now.

He just wished he'd discovered this a little closer to his Furnado shift, because those puppers were so playing football now.

[[ um, yeah, how could this NOT happen?? Open common room is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine hasn't ordered a lot of food. One single small pizza. She figured when it took forever for the food to arrive that they were boxing up some ridiculous amount of stuff. She was wrong. The amount they brought was still more than one pizza, but it wasn't as insane as other times.

What took so long was that it was delivered by several little groundhog delivery people (?), in a rickshaw, and she didn't think she wanted to know how the groundhog drove it?

By the time she got it up to the common room, it occurred to her that this might not be a great dinner option. To warn people, she put the closed boxes on the table with a little sign: "MAY HAVE BEEN PREPARED BY" and then she didn't actually know what a groundhog was so she drew a picture of one.

Also the pizzas were cold now.

Sabine was just having popcorn for dinner while flipping channels, thanks.

[Open! Might be slowish for packing but I had to.]

white_oleander

So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually did wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.

She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just knew where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "Monday Night, Sixth Floor" on the other.

Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.

She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....

[[ small ocd ~~incoming~~ is up! open party is open! ]]

unusual_sith

It was a quiet day today, so Lana went to the common room and got some tea, then set up the new laptop computer she'd just acquired and started looking up things.

Including how to get the thing to do some things it apparently didn't. Honestly, why was all the display technology here so...flat?

The TV was on in the background, but she was ignoring it.

seriesofbaddecisions

After last week's trip home (or at least to some version of it), Sabine was feeling way better about things, and had also spent most of her free time since in her warehouse. By today, she felt like she should at least get out a bit, even if it was just to the common room.

She'd long ago figured out that if you ordered food, they'd send too much. So today when she placed her order for Chinese food, she got way too much on purpose, just to see what would happen. It wasn't like she knew what everything was yet anyway.

The delivery guy showed up with half the order, and they forgot the egg rolls.

Anyway, have some food, there's still plenty.

[Open CR!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

[OOC: Open!]

revengenotebook

Paris had successfully popped microwave popcorn (no horrible scorching smell! You're welcome, rest of the fourth floor!) and settled onto the sofa for a mostly unproductive evening flipping channels until she found a decent documentary.

What she discovered--on every channel--was some sort of singing competition where people in huge, masked, costumes sang and the judges guessed who they were? Or something?

"What fresh hell is this?" Paris demanded to the universe at large, slumping onto the sofa with extremely poor grace.

[OOC: I am bored and have never seen even one episode of this show. Mod with great abandon!]

chirpchirpchirp

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae had lots of exploring out in town by now, but not so much in the dorms building. The place was much bigger on the inside than she would have guessed from the outside (except the sixth floor, which was for some reason tiny). The attics had clearly been neglected for awhile, which made them extra interesting to Mae, and she even discovered an observatory at the far end!

There were always so many fun little places to explore, if you looked hard enough. Most people didn't -- maybe because the fun little places frequently had various little critters living in them. Like that green one that went scurrying right at her when she stepped back out of the observatory, teeth bared and aimed for her leg.

She caught it -- somehow, miraculously -- by the back of the neck, and held it aloft.

"Oh my god. Look at you! You're amazing!"

The thing twisted in her grip, trying to sink its teeth into her arm.

"I'm going to name you Little Joe."

[ooc: for one. When the inevitable biting happens, another more open post will go up!]

goldfishontherocks

Keyleth hadn't made her way up to the dorm roof before today for some reason, and that was a shame since she'd clearly been missing out on the little garden she'd discovered up here, with its fascinating spiky little plants.

After the experience of having an unexpected shark crash into the simulated common room during class today, being around the plants was oddly soothing -- as was the altitude, which made her feel a little more at home. She busied herself with conjuring water to fill a bucket with which to tend to the plants, then carefully examining them and using her druidcraft to coax some of the more slowly growing buds and shoots into a healthier state.

It was a comforting way to spend an afternoon, really.

[OOC: Post is open, of course!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae had decided today was a good day to have a lazy afternoon. She had her crappy (actually, perfectly servicable) tote bag she'd made in class to decorate, a whole bottle of white-out to stink the place up with, and she'd barely watched any TV since she'd gotten here, so she had lots of shows she could catch up on.

Theoretically, anyway. All she could find were weird preteen sitcoms, where kids were excited to get to go to school, and everyone spent the majority of their time screaming.

"Where's the sells-weed-out-behind-the-equipment-shed character?" she wondered, as she watched two girls freak out about being caught rearranging the letters on a highway sign. "Or the 'burnouts vaping in the stairwell' characters? These shows are so unrealistic."

[open!]

unusual_sith

Lana got back from the library and went into the common room to get some tea.

And stopped.

There were a number of pizzas on the tables around the room, still hot, with nobody around them. By the time she'd made her tea and found something to watch on the television (some documentary about spying during World War II), there was still nobody there, so she shrugged and took a piece.

Apparently tonight was a pizza night?

[Open common room!]

meepmeepmeep

A few hours after the glacier and the monsters went motoring off into the distance, the power came back on all across the island.

The generators would take some more time. Sorry, folks.

A fully equipped hot chocolate bar and a variety of holiday cookies had sprung up in all of the common rooms (an island apology), which was a good thing when a frigid, danced-out Beaker arrived back upstairs.

It was a shame that the sound system wouldn't stop playing the Cha-Cha Slide, but some things couldn't be fix, apparently.

[OOC: Celebratory party! Come in and have Coffee Crisp hot chocolate!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Hanging out in a common room had been a much better option than hanging out in a dark room by herself, especially once Sabine showed up and found the fireplace going. Maybe it'd be smarter to sleep out here tonight?

In the meantime, though, it was definitely important to go through the fridge and make sure anything was going to go bad fast got out and eaten, right? So if you wanted an excuse to eat cold pizza and ice cream in front of a fire, here it was!

[Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

There was a large red Zora prince sleeping on the couch of the fourth floor common room that morning, because a large red Zora prince's sleeping tank was still full of hot chocolate by the time he was ready for bed. And the couch in the common room seemed a marginally better choice than simply sleeping on the floor.

That margin, it turned out, had been very thin, indeed. But the dull ache of unconventional furniture and the desire to just sit under showers in the bathrooms for a better part of the day wasn't the only thing that eventually brought Sidon out of his not-very-restful slumber. There was also the trio of gremlins standing not too far off to the side, belting out rather loudly and growlingly, something he assumed to be some sort of holiday song.

They were passionate about it, too, Sidon had to admire that, as well as the fact that they seemed far more interested in singing at the moment than attempting to bite him. As well as the last one had managed to turn out for him in the end, he rather appreciated waking up quite himself, although not exactly in the usual place, instead of thinking himself entirely different.

He sat up from the couch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and applauding politely as the gremlins seemed to finish their song, getting ready to fend them off if their attentions now turned to chomping. But he relaxed easily as they launched into another one, although now he faced the problem of the fact that it would be terribly rude to get up in the middle of their performance, and so he remained, sitting awkwardly, sleepily, uncomfortably, a tolerating smile plastered on his face as he listened and planned how to execute his escape once they finished with this one.

[[open common room is open!]]

white_oleander

Although she sometimes wondered if she should, Astrid had never been one to question this place's particular penchant for feeding everyone. There was just something so satisfying in being able to go down to the common room when she was hungry, and, voila!, there was something there, be it an abundance of leftovers or, in the case of today, a plate of latkes that practically had her name on it. And there'd been something earlier actually with her name on it, too, some sort of Secret Santa thing, mysteriously arrived, which seemed to fit the nature of the beast, with another name on it for her to ruminate about, while she settled at the table with her potato pancakes and a some....light reading from her reading list.

Overall, not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon, while thinking of maybe going out for a bit later for some sketching and too see what other weird festive stuff might be going on.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine only had one class on Monday, and she had just planned on getting some caffeine before having to go, except she walked into the common room to find puppies. Random puppies. Adorable, tiny, fluffy baby puppies.

She didn't know where they came from and obviously they wouldn't be staying, but could anyone blame her if she ignored the caffeine to pick one up and cuddle him? (The answer was no, not unless they were a monster.)

[Snow day! You need puppies, come play.]

in_sidon_we_trust

The weather that day was actually fairly nice, not really terribly cold at all, and, having pretty much resigned himself to the idea that winter was going to stick around for good, Sidon was going to take advantage of it. He felt like he kept saying that there weren't many more days like this left, only to be then offered another one, and he was certainly not going to complain.

He was also not going to do much while outside on the desk, but that was par for the course. He was mostly just going to enjoy it, enjoy the view, and do some thinking. He did, after all, have an awful lot to think about, but first and foremost in his mind, today at least, was how the semester would be ending soon. There's be a winter break before the next one, and it seemed like an awful long time since he'd planned a trip home with his friends. And he had quite a few new friends (and some old ones that hadn't been on the list last time) that should get a chance to see Hyrule, and get away from the cold weather.

...if it ever really showed up.

...he was perfectly fine if it didn't.

[[open deck is open!]]

white_oleander

Astrid had ~~handwavily~~ spent almost the entirety of her Thanksgiving down in the pool, so perhaps she'd missed it, but she didn't recall anyone making or bringing in nearly as much food as to create the sheer amount of Thanksgiving-related leftover that seemed to be in the fridge right now.

Not that she was going to complain, of course. Easy access to food was one of the first things she took to liking about this place, and since there were no names on anything and she highly doubted anyone would miss it if she took some for herself, she made a plate, popped it in the microwave, and went to sit at the table with a book to distract her between bites, thinking that this was probably the most Thanksgiving-y Thanksgiving meal she'd ever really had before.

[[ ubiquitous "please save me from work but now that I posted something I'll probably get busy" post is open! ]]

white_oleander

#51. If you dye your hair, pick a shade and stick to it.

Somehow, Astrid wasn't sure going back to a shade would count, especially since she wasn't sure how well she was going to pull this off. She really should ask Sabine for help again, but...asking Sabine for help going back to the expected blonde hair seemed like a failure of another sort, especially with Sabine's own proclivities for more exciting tresses. But disappointment from Sabine she could handle; as much as she liked her, Sabine was just some girl she shared a room and some paints with. Sabine wasn't the complete fiery burning center of Astrid's whole universe. Ingrid was, and if Ingrid hated the red hair...the red hair had to go.

Even if the whole point of the red hair had been because Ingrid would hate it.

But a lot had happened since then, a lot of nothing, and then, boom, all off a sudden, so much, all at once, and waking up that morning back to normal was the last thing to push her toward the thing she'd been debating all week. She got through work, finally picking a few boxes, and then decided to take over the quiet bathrooms for the night to get to work. She just hoped it turned out okay, that she didn't mess it up, but she supposed there always was the possibility of just shaving it all off, and then it would all grow back again more to her mother's satisfaction.

"Ugh."

Two seconds after opening the bottle of hair bleach, Astrid felt at least a little regret. She could just let this all grow out, but, no, that would take forever, and that was just too long to risk.

[[oh hey look a bathroom post. and it's open! for, uhhh, all your bathroom needs?]]

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