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

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

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

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

lovethatjourney

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bookbeltof_love

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

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

That was Nina's theory anyway.

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

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

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

It all smelled divine.

[So, so open!]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

Not that he was one to complain, of course.

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

...though not worse by much!

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

Kind of like sitting.

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

Wayne was not even going to ask.

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

bookbeltof_love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hadn't been able to resist.

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

howareyanow

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

And he didn't trust it.

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

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

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

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

[[ open common room is open! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

[[ open breakfast is ooooopen! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right, then. So no eggs today, apparentleh!

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

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

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

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

Oh, the scandal!

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

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

Note to self: look into chocobo polo leagues.

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

Let's get at 'er.

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

bookbeltof_love

Was this her common room?

No!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

Number B: More people meant fewer leftovers!

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

Funny how that could change, realleh...

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

howareyanow

Three things!

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

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

Number C: It was Monday.

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

howareyanow

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

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

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

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

bookbeltof_love

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

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

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

So, well.

There really was just one thing to do!

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

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

[Stolen breakfast is open! And stolen with permission from

howareyanow! Mwahaha!]

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! ]]

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.

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!]

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! ]]

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! ]]

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!]

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 ]]

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 ]]

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!!! ]]

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! ]]

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