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Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.

This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.

Yes, the cheese stands alone.

[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]

mustbeawitch

Lydia had considered Liliana's advice of perhaps going to see a film this weekend, and had even gotten as far as doing some research on how that worked and had proceeded to the gates of the school with intent of going to the movie theater.

Then she had gotten a look at what was going on beyond said gates, and some of the things Mr. Rogers had said on the radio that morning made considerably more sense. She had promptly turned around and gone back to the dormitory, where she was attempting to figure out how the television worked as an alternative to the movies. Currently it seemed to be stuck on...she didn't know what. (Curling. It was curling.) Well. It was better than battling giant lizards for access to entertainment, she supposed.

"The future is most strange," she muttered to herself as, resigned to her fate (watching curling), she settled down upon the sofa.

(Open common room is open, especially to anyone who knows how the TV remote works.)

mustbeawitch

Lydia hadn't the foggiest whether any of the new students had moved into the dormitory or not, but on the off chance they had--well, she remembered her early days here, trying to muddle through feeding herself without the first clue how anything worked, and while she expected Miss Zarrin (Miss Luma? Was she older or younger than Eleanor? Lydia made a mental note to find out) would fare considerably better than she had, well, there was also Mr. Skalitz, as Lydia had decided to dub him.

In the name of possibly easing their transition, Lydia had ordered a selection of pastries from J,GoB delivered to the dormitory, because of course she wouldn't be cooking, and had made up a pot of tea. Now she was working on a letter home whilst she waited to see if anyone would join her.

(Hark! A wild common room post appears!)

mustbeawitch

Lydia had decided to retrim her favorite bonnet for summer, and had for this purpose obtained some fresh ribbons and silk flowers, and also decided that the table in the common room would offer more room to spread out her work than the desk in her dorm room. So here she was, all sorts of fripperies spread out across said table, trying to decide just which arrangement of flowers would look most becoming and also 'go' with the widest variety of her gowns.

Honestly, this was the most fun she'd had in ages.

(A wild dorms post appears! Open common room is open!)

mustbeawitch

Lydia took it back. Winter in Maryland was worse than winter in Newcastle, although as long as she stayed indoors it didn't signify. The heating here was simply marvelous, and in Newcastle she often hadn't had the money for coal--which, considering it was Newcastle, was saying something.

Fortunately, she had much to occupy her time, such as sleeping in before venturing to the common room to put her modern tea-making skills to use whilst hoping someone else had made breakfast so she wouldn't have to venture to the cafeteria. She was certain there would be a box of "cereal" left unattended at the very least, but she hadn't figured out the appeal of the stuff yet.

(Open common room is open!)

regulationslacker

It was a sign of how discombobulated Mariner was that she hadn't even tried to find the nearest bar last night instead heading straight to her assigned quarters, but now she needed information, and food, and caffeine. And not in that order.

Once she'd found the common area she spent several minutes examining the primitive replicator before realising it wasn't even a replicator at all, but an even more primitive food reheater. After fighting with the other, equally retro appliances, she'd mostly given up in despair, even if she'd managed to eke out something resembling a drinkable cup of coffee.

How could people live like this?

[Open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

When Belle arrived in the common room this afternoon she was greeted by the sight of a rather ridiculous amount of marshmallow candies stacked on a table. There were any number of different colors of bunnies and chicks as well as some different flavors.

"What's a Dr. Pepper meant to taste like?" Belle wondered. "Or Mike and Ike? Why are the marshmallows flavored with people?"

Hopefully they weren't really people but the flavors did have people names and that was a bit odd.

"These sparkly purple ones are interesting though. And wild berry seems like a reasonable flavor."

She hadn't even seen the Hot Tamale, Sour Watermelon, or Fruit Punch flavored ones yet."

There were so many marshmallows. Belle had no idea what to do with them all but perhaps a taste test would be in order.

[Open, obvs!! And you're welcome, intern porg.]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had considered reading outside today but on her way outside she'd run into someone delivering a very large lunch order who had handed it off to her with a "oh, it's already paid for and it's just for the dorms so I guess it's yours now bye!"

So instead of going outdoors she'd headed back up the stairs to her common room and opened the bags to find a rather large quantity of tomato soup and several grilled cheese sandwiches. Naturally she needed to fix herself a bowl of the soup and bring it to the table with a sandwich.

She only hoped that someone else might come by to help her eat all of this food.

[Open common room is open, come have some cheesy goodness!]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had spent most of the past couple of days very happily engaged in long overdue activities with Five. She'd woken up entangled with him late this morning which had been pleasant until she realized something was very, very wrong with the situation. Once she'd come to terms with this temporary reality she'd decided she needed a change of scenery.

So, after grabbing some of his clothes (sorry Five, these were hers now) she'd gone to her own room to regroup. Eventually she'd showered and was now in the common room having brewed some tea (enough for herself and to share) and brought a book with her.

Of course, curling up on the couch with a book felt different today which had her somewhat out of sorts while she tried to find the correct and comfortable position but she managed eventually.

[Open common room is open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

There was a cupboard full of Cup Noodle (TM) today when Belle went rummaging around the common room looking for something to eat. Since they had just discussed those in a recent class and there wasn't anyone else around (yet) to share a larger amount of pasta with, Belle grabbed a container at random to heat up for herself.

Chicken flavor was unexceptional, but fine, and she sat down on the couch with her book and her noodles. It wasn't quite the same as curling up with a cup of tea but it wasn't entirely different, either. Perhaps this could be an alternative some days.

She could always make tea after, or more noodles for anyone else who might come in. For now she was content to read for a bit. She'd picked up a book of modern fairytales at the library but hadn't yet had a chance to begin reading it.

[open, having a lazy day]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle, accompanied by an adorable tuxedo cat (who would probably vehementlydeny ever being adorable once he stopped being fuzzy), had made her way into the common room this morning in search of breakfast. Or at least tea.

Sadly none of her classmates had beaten her there and begun cooking so she made a pot of tea and looked for something simple to eat.

Five-the-cat was clearly judging her for the brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts that she brought to the couch with her along with a mug of tea. Of course, Five-the-cat was nearly always judging something.

"You don't need to eat any. I'm sure they aren't good for cats," she told him as she settled herself on the couch. He meowed at her and curled up next to her so he could glare at anyone coming in the door.

[Open common room is open, the cat probably won't bite, and there are enough of the best Pop-Tart flavor to go around. I should be around although I have to go get stabbed in the arm in a couple hours.]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had not spent much time in the common rooms of late and today seemed like a fine time to change that. She still wasn't much use when it came to cooking but there were cereals and Pop-Tarts (including the brown sugar cinnamon kind, which was the best flavor no matter what Five might say). She set out a few boxes on the counter in case anyone else wandered in as tended to happen and set to making some tea. There always had to be tea.

She was as yet unaware of any fluffy tickle monsters that might be lurking in the common room or hallways. That would likely change.

[Open common room is open, of course]

guillermothegreat

This wasn’t his floor and Guillermo hoped that they didn’t mind that he was going to be using it at attempting his marathon empanada making quest to see if it was possible to fill an entire common room full of empanadas.

He had gotten a few supplies in town to get them started for the day’s cooking adventure and as he began to start getting things ready he couldn’t help but feel nervous as he waited for Graham.

[Guillermo is here for Graham but the common room is open]

noonedecidesmyfate

It was rather hot outside and Belle's only class of the day had involved things being melted or set on fire or both. This called for iced tea in the common room rather than hot tea.

She had a book with her on the couch, a glass of tea beside her along with a package of cookies she'd found in a cupboard, and a mostly full pitcher remaining on the counter for anyone else in need of a cool, refreshing beverage.

It seemed like it would be a lovely afternoon to sit somewhere cool and read for a while.

[Open common room is open, of course!]

lovethatjourney

Alexis had flown back from a photo shoot late last night, woken up late this afternoon, and decided that what she really needed today was Thai. So she placed an order for one thing, and when it showed up there were several bags worth of things.

"How!" she'd yelled at the delivery guy's retreating back. "How do you stay in business?"

He didn't hear her or didn't care, and now she was spreading out the food on the table for people to take. She was going to hoard her own container, though.

[What, the boys have one. Open!]

x_discospider_x

By the time Troy and Astrid (~in the moooorn-ing~) made it to the common room, Troy wasn't feeling so much mad anymore and just hurt. Deeply, deeply injured, because the squirrels had turned them away (rather forcefully, too! They were just squirrels, you wouldn't think they could be that strong, but then you'd be wrong!) at the radio station, which was just...just...

They claimed they didn't need them. They claimed everything was covered! But it was Friday! It was 🎵 ~Troy and Astrid in the mooorn~ing~~ 🎵 ! This was unacceptable!

If it weren't for Astrid, Troy would have probably been in the clinic just then from all the squirrel scratches, because he was so ready to throw down and defend their rightful place behind the mic that morning, but she was able to pull him back and calm him down and distract him: first with the offer of a drink at the Perk, and then, while there, a new plan for something better than radio, or at least that will make him forget about whatever was with the squirrels that week, as long as she agreed to let him seriously do some squirrel damage if they tried to force them out of their radio day next week.

So Astrid called off from work that day, and then (pretty boldly, if you asked him), went into work to get all the Christmas decorations and snacks and whatever, and then they headed back up to the dorms and started to set up in the common room. Astrid put on some jazzy Christmas music, they had cookies and cider and candy canes. She had popcorn and string if anyone wanted to make their own popcorn garlands, too, but there were plenty of basic ready-to-go ornaments and garlands, tinsel and lights, to be use to drape over Troy, who stook there in the center of the room as still as a statue, arms lifted, as he was all decked out in festive cheer.

He was still sort of simmering about the radio thing, if he was entirely honest, but the soft sound of Astrid's singing definitely helped soothed him a little.

"O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy, How lovely are thy branches!"

"I swear," he said, frowning at her as she decked him out, "if all this attacks while it's on me...I guess there are far worse ways to go."

Astrid just smiled indulgantly at him and continued working and singing, fitting a glowing reindeer nose onto his face gently.

"Your boughs so green in summertime,
Stay bravely green in wintertime.
O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy,
How lovely are thy branches!"

And now, the tree-shaped topper for his head, and Astrid leaned back to admire her work.

"...this nose," Troy commented, "smells like special drink."

[[ every holiday season should come with at least three days in a row of Christmas Troy! open with sp likely! ]]

x_discospider_x

By the time Troy and Astrid (~in the moooorn-ing~) made it to the common room, Troy wasn't feeling so much mad anymore and just hurt. Deeply, deeply injured, because the squirrels had turned them away (rather forcefully, too! They were just squirrels, you wouldn't think they could be that strong, but then you'd be wrong!) at the radio station, which was just...just...

They claimed they didn't need them. They claimed everything was covered! But it was Friday! It was 🎵 ~Troy and Astrid in the mooorn~ing~~ 🎵 ! This was unacceptable!

If it weren't for Astrid, Troy would have probably been in the clinic just then from all the squirrel scratches, because he was so ready to throw down and defend their rightful place behind the mic that morning, but she was able to pull him back and calm him down and distract him: first with the offer of a drink at the Perk, and then, while there, a new plan for something better than radio, or at least that will make him forget about whatever was with the squirrels that week, as long as she agreed to let him seriously do some squirrel damage if they tried to force them out of their radio day next week.

So Astrid called off from work that day, and then (pretty boldly, if you asked him), went into work to get all the Christmas decorations and snacks and whatever, and then they headed back up to the dorms and started to set up in the common room. Astrid put on some jazzy Christmas music, they had cookies and cider and candy canes. She had popcorn and string if anyone wanted to make their own popcorn garlands, too, but there were plenty of basic ready-to-go ornaments and garlands, tinsel and lights, to be use to drape over Troy, who stook there in the center of the room as still as a statue, arms lifted, as he was all decked out in festive cheer.

He was still sort of simmering about the radio thing, if he was entirely honest, but the soft sound of Astrid's singing definitely helped soothed him a little.

"O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy, How lovely are thy branches!"

"I swear," he said, frowning at her as she decked him out, "if all this attacks while it's on me...I guess there are far worse ways to go."

Astrid just smiled indulgantly at him and continued working and singing, fitting a glowing reindeer nose onto his face gently.

"Your boughs so green in summertime,
Stay bravely green in wintertime.
O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy,
How lovely are thy branches!"

And now, the tree-shaped topper for his head, and Astrid leaned back to admire her work.

"...this nose," Troy commented, "smells like special drink."

[[ christmas troy common room is ooooopen yet again!! ]]

x_discospider_x

In light of nothing holiday related trying to kill them this year (so far), it had been decided that morning over radio that the best way to celebrate this was by decorating the Christmas Troy. And Astrid had had plenty of time at work to gether up a lot of supplies, and she'd even brought Christmas cookies and made some mulled apple cider and pepperment cocoa to really enhance the atmosphere, jazzy Chirstimas classics spilling out of her phone (and different ones, too, at that, not the same one over and over again, so that was nice!). She had popcorn and string if anyone wanted to make their own popcorn garlands, too, but there were plenty of basic ready-to-go ornaments and garlands, tinsel and lights, to be use to drape over Troy, who stook there in the center of the room as still as a statue, arms lifted, as he was all decked out in festive cheer.

"I swear," he said, "if all this attacks while it's on me...I guess there are far worse ways to go."

Astrid just smiled indulgantly at him while carefully fitting one of those glowing red noses that the gremlins had the other day into place.

"...this nose," Troy commented, "smells like special drink."

[[ am i likely to get eaten by work today? Yes. Did my kids apparently still want to be ridiculous, especially when it meant possibly being ridiculous on repeat? Also yes. Is the post definitely open for anyone who wants to come gawk at/participate in decorating the Christmas Troy? HELL YES.

For the uninitiated ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had spent much of the day in her room where there had been no mistletoe. Now she was in the mood for a change of scenery and a cup of tea and maybe a snack.

The common room provided all three things. It was different from her room, there was a kettle and an assortment of teas, and as usual there were cookies to be found in the cupboards.

There was also some holiday greenery lurking in the corners looking perfectly innocent. Belle really should have paid more attention to that book yesterday that had tried to warn her about mistletoe. If she had she might have left the room with her tea and cookies rather than taking a seat on the couch.

[Open common room is open, one is expected (omg you'll never guess who), with SP warnings because this was going to happen earlier but this week was exhausting and I definitely took an hour+ nap when I got home from work and may still go to bed early]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had, as promised, looked for books on time travel and on symbiotic abilities for Five. The latter was proving more difficult to track down but she had found an interesting treatise on spells to travel through time (which came with rather a lot of dire warnings about the terrible fates that befell unwary magic users who went in to such things unprepared). She'd hand it over to him eventually, after she was done reading it.

She'd brought the book with her into the common room but had set it aside for the moment in favor of the television which had apparently decided to show ~~cheesy Netflix~~ Christmas movies.

Time travel could wait. Or maybe it already had, since it was time travel. So Belle was going to enjoy her mug of tea and bowl of cereal and a very silly movie and then get back to reading.

[Open common room is open and I should be around most of the day!]

onlyajones

Jo had received another care package from home and as usual she decided to go the common room and leave the several boxes of expensive chocolates that her parents had sent over out in case anyone else would like some.

This time she had a couple of books that she had checked out from the library with her and she decided for a change that she’d try reading in the common room. The books that she had checked out were some of the ones that she’d tried to put away yesterday and she had ended up being intrigued by the premise so decided to see what they were like.

Instead of getting a hot cocoa from the Perk, she decided to see if there was any in the common room and so for something a bit different she ended up making her own. She found a spot to settle on one of the couches and putting down her mug on the table, she picked up her book to start reading.

[open!]

onlyajones

Jo wasn’t feeling as bad as she had on Monday and talking to Mr. Sims had helped, she still wasn’t used to the idea that she could actually talk to a teacher about her problems and they would listen to her.

Now that she was finished with classes for the week and she’d already been to the Perk and then had also ordered it through DoorDash in class yesterday she decided to order Chinese, which she hadn’t done for a while and as usual there was a lot more food so she decided to have it in the common room and see if anyone else wanted some and after a bit she turned on the TV to see if there was something interesting on.

[open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

There was still an adorable, judgey, grumpy, growly, and occasionally teleporting cat with Belle this morning.

A cat who had just knocked a second teacup to the floor already while standing on the countertop and yowling.

"I don't know how to make coffee," she told him. "If that's even what you want. I'm sure it isn't good for cats and it tastes terrible besides." She remembered that quite well from the weekend she'd been unexpectedly young and Five had given her coffee.

The cat was unmoved by this argument and yowled again.

Belle shook her head, reaching for a box of cereal. "If you stop smashing things perhaps I'll find you breakfast as well though I'm sure you could just take yourself somewhere to find food if you wanted."

[Open common room is open! I've got a 2 hour car ride later today and entertainment is always welcome.]

onlyajones

Classes were finished for the week, so Jo had once again found herself deciding to order some take out and this week had settled on Chinese.

Was this going to be a regular thing? She hadn’t decided but for now she was curious about trying out different local foods and once again she wound up with way more dishes than she had ordered so this week the 3rd floor common room had several Chinese dishes.

She also had more packages of sweets from home, so those were being put out as well if anyone wanted some. She would probably drop some off in other common rooms later since she’d had quite a few arrive.

[open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle was turning 16 today ~~again~~!

"The party isn't until later, of course," she said to a camera that absolutely wasn't actually there but that she could see all the same. "There's plenty of time before then so I'm getting some breakfast. I wanted to have a breakfast to start off the day but Papa refused so I suppose I have to fend for myself in here. Like a peasant."

She filled up a bowl while she continued talking. "I suppose that left more to spend on the rest of the party, which is obviously literary in theme and it's going to be amazing. Just wait until everyone sees my dress! You can actually read the lines of the book if you look closely enough! And I'm sure Papa has gifts planned. He wouldn't let an occasion like this pass by without something special. I just hope he remembered not to invite Gaston. That would ruin the whole day. Gaston and Five, of course."

[Open common room is open if anyone wants to talk to their own imaginary cameras about their own imaginary birthdays and their own imaginary celebrations!]

onlyajones

Jo was not aware of anything really unusual happening at Fandom, sure some things were a bit weird but everything was weird to her so she hadn’t really paid much attention to what was going on.

Classes were over for the week for her and she decided to try some takeout. She decided on Thai and was surprised when instead of one dish she ended up with way more than what she had ordered.

So Jo was now in the common room and had set up the left over food in case anyone wanted some, there was no way she was going to eat all of it herself and while she was here she put out a couple of boxes of chocolates and sweets that she had already received from home. She found herself distracted by the TV since she was amazed at how big it was compared to the tiny tv that her family had (and that tv was considered state of the art in 1952)

[open!]

x_discospider_x

It was with a big yawn and a stretch and a scratch of his stomach that Troy, having reluctantly dragged himself out of bed when his alarm went off, shuffled in his slippers and PJs down to the common room to start fumbling around and getting things ready for breakfast. Because he had sort of failed on the whole 'helping Astrid with breakfast' thing over the summer due to having Monday morning classes (awful. never again!), and now she had a Monday morning class, and so he supposed this was going to be the best way to make it up to her, by letting her sleep in while he got things started with the food.

Yawning again, he was still a little too sleepy to start realizing that this might be a mistake, but, at the very least, he could get some coffee going and....toast. He could make some toast! And...

Bacon and sausage was easy, he just had to throw those in a pan. What else did they sometimes have? Pancakes? Mmmm, yeah, no, that was just going to be a disaster, but maybe he could do some eggs, those were easy enough!

They were all absolutely going to end up being scrambled eggs, probably slightly burned, even when he tried to make other kinds of eggs, but, hey, it was a start! And if Astrid came back after her first class, she could add some of the more complicated foods for the late risers.

Also, this was what breakfast cereal was for.

It should tell you a lot that, despite having gotten some toast and sausage and bacon and eggs ready, Troy was still ultimately sitting down with a mixing bowl full of sugar cereal instead.

Even if it was just that Troy really, really liked sugar cereal, and was really bad at connecting the fact that this breakfast might lead to the same kind of stomach ailments he'd had most of the day yesterday after eating all those giant cookies at the picnic.

[[ open breakfast is open! but likely sp from meeee. ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

The dorms were often quiet though they seemed quieter than usual this week without anyone needing to get to classes at any particular times. With her roommate gone Belle's room was also quieter than normal and she found herself hoping for company, or at leas the possibility of it. As a result, she took herself into the common room to make some tea and perhaps find a snack.

She turned on the television while the kettle was on to boil, found an absurd movie set in a library and decided that was going to be her entertainment for the afternoon while she had her tea and nibbled at ginger cookies from the package she'd found in a cupboard.

[Open common room is open, obvs.]

white_oleander

One of the nice things about working at a store that sold practically everything was that, on occasion, in addition to a nice discount on her ingredients for Monday Morning Breakfasts, Astrid could also occasionally come across a neat little tool to help her out in making the efforts a bit more interesting.

Assuming that everything cooperated, anyway, which it definitely did that morning, so that she could put some of the molded shape egg frying pans she spotted the other day to good use.

She liked this, too, because, even if no one showed up today, she had a bunch of little mini scrambled and fried eggs in the shape of hearts and stars and teddy bears and it was just an adorable, kind of wholesome way to start her day, regardless.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

While last week had brought an abundance of eggs, this week appeared to have brought a drought. There was barely an egg to be found in the common room kitchenette, whicj was fine by Astrid. She just decided that only meant doubling down on the amount of pancakes she made.

Especially since she might have wound up, expectantly, getting a little creative with some of them.

[[ open common room is open!! ]]

white_oleander

A part of Astrid was starting to wonder if, after last week, she was just sort of doing this for radio, but, at the same time, Astrid knew she was also still doing this because she was sometimes just a creature of habit and she honestly had nothing better to do. She was up, so she might as well just head upstairs, do a little bit of cooking, have a nice breakfast by herself if no one else showed up, and have a nice breakfast with her schoolmates if anyone did.

And it turned out that the fridge decided to provide a lot of eggs (not just eggs, this time, there were other things, but there were also a lot of eggs), so she figured that was a good sign for her to just sort of practice her skills with eggs in particular, trying to get the perfect sunny-side-up and the perfect over-easy, and getting quite a lot of scrambled eggs in the process.

So, hopefully, if anyone did join her that morning, they liked eggs.

[[ and it's breakfast! So it's totes open! ]]

white_oleander

The last time Astrid tried to make Monday Morning Breakfast, she wound up in a hole for two weeks, so she was pretty ready to take that as a sign that she just wasn't meant to carry on the tradition.

But she was up that morning and kind of bored and had some time to kill before her class, so...why not? She was back again, making a small batch of the usual fare that could easily get bigger if anyone wanted more, grabbed herself a plate, and went to sit at the table to enjoy it (and thr fact that it went without a single hitch) with a nice glass of orange juice.

The bland normalcy of it all was almost absurdity in and of itself.

[[ open breakfast is open! and I've surely cursed myself to get slammed now that I've actually managed to get most of the usual monday spam out ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had only recently discovered the joy of iced tea and was thrilled to walk into the common room and find a large pitcher of it just sitting on the counter, ready to be consumed.

She poured herself a glass, rummaged through the cupboards until she found a package of cookies, and took a seat on the couch.

The TV was already on, so the book she'd brought with her was lying on the couch beside her while she decided whether or not the cartoon that was playing was worth watching. She did enjoy stories of princesses and this seemed to be one.

[Open common room is open, naturally]

white_oleander

With it being a break week between sessions, Astrid was in no rush to get upstairs to the designated MMB common room to get to work on all the usual pancakes and eggs and everything for breakfast, and part of her almost had a feeling that this morning was going to be one of those weird ones, and, sure enough, she found out that there was no usual ingredients for making breakfast that morning, there were only...

...these.

At first, Astrid wasn't even sure what those were, they just looked like an awful lot of weird egg...things? But there were a lot of them, as if the common room itself decided to make breakfast, but had no idea how to actually do it, put these together, and awaited for the kids to come in and enjoy them. Whatever they were. Astrid decided to be bold and tried one of them, making the sausage inside a really big surprise, but not a too terribly unpleasant one? They honestly weren't that bad, for how weird they were, or for the fact that they just randomly showed up.

So she just got some coffee started, put on a kettle because most people these mornings seemed to be drinking tea, and then wondered if she should bother trying to find something for pancakes or just take the hint from the common room and leave it at weird sausage-hashbrown-egg-bites for everyone.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

apocalypsehow

So, his brother was currently a cat. And said cat was now in Five's care as Annie went to a party or something. He hadn't really cared too much.

Until he realized that was supposed to actually look after cat!Diego.

Then he was wondering if he should call her to come back early because he now had claw marks all over his hands and arms from the furry little monster. "Fine, stay under the couch for all I care," he hissed at the lowly growling form jammed up under there.

Ah, yes. Brotherly love at it's finest.

[of course it's open]

white_oleander

Everything seemed pretty much in order for Monday Morning breakfast this week. No weird ingredient swaps, no excess of highly processed foods instead, the appliances and equipment was all functioning properly and as they should be, no weird monsters or animals just hanging out...

...well, the gremlin in the corner was back, but Astrid found that if she just gave him a plate of pancakes, he seemed content. And it would probably make sense that him having breakfast would make him less inclined to bite people, but still. Definitely something to keep an eye on or a wide breadth of until she had to leave for class.

And with everything running smoothly, she actually got a good portion of it ready this time before anyone else started trickling in. She was starting to get the hang of it, even if it was still not nearly the level that Wayne had been.

[[ open breakfast is open of course! ]]

white_oleander

While Astrid was slowly starting to wonder if she should bother keeping the Monday Morning Breakfast tradition up anymore (should she fail, would her dreams suddenly be plagued with visions of plaid and flannel and disapproving brows?), she did, at least this week, have a direction she could take it, and, if anything, it sort of kept her mind off of how she still hadn't heard back from Susan and just how ridiculous this game the woman was trying to play with her actually was. She could, at any moment, probably reach out to Ingrid herself. She could start writing her letter again, but...she'd be a good sport. She'd wait her turn. She was curious to see exactly what move they would make, without her forcing their hand.

And venison had been brought up last time, and so venison was making an appearance this week. Some of it was just cooked up plainly, because Astrid sort of assumed that would be more appealing to Malia's palate, but she'd also looked into a casserole with eggs to put together, too. And pancakes, too, not with the venison but mostly because the casserole took some time to cook and it just felt weird to not have pancakes, at this point.

Either way, there was breakfast, and the likelihood of a lot of leftovers, to the point where Astrid really did wonder what Wayne always did with all that extra food because this was nothing compared to what he'd put out.

[[ open breakfast is open, albeit probably slow because uggghhhh it's only Monday and already I'm saying 'boooooo' to this week XD ]]

white_oleander

It wasn't so much that the common room was filled with chocolate ice cream, as it had been on other mornings that insisted on throwing Astrid for a loop, but when she went upstairs to maybe get some breakfast started, she saw a bunch of it in the freezer and, all of a sudden, decided that was what she wanted for breakfast.

There was still plenty of stuff for a more traditional breakfast, too, it's just that after a few weeks of duds, Astrid didn't really have it in her to go through the effort of making a bunch of food that was just going to become leftovers, but if anyone else wanted to make some, there was literally nothing stopping them.

She did put on some coffee, though, and then went to get comfortable on the couch around her bowl of ice cream for breakfast, idly flipping through morning television shows while somewhere, far, far up north, a Canadian farmer stopped everything his was doing to glare into the horizon with a very strong sense of sudden disapproval.

Astrid figured she might regret ice cream for breakfast later, but, for now? It worked.

[[ open not-really-breakfast-but-could-be-breakfast is open! ]]

apocalypsehow

Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.

"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.

The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.

[open!]

white_oleander

Astrid had briefly considered moving breakfast out onto the deck that morning to do some actual grilling since it was Memorial Day, but that was probably a bit out of her skillset, and something that Wayne would have been able to pull off much better than she could. The only experience she really had with grilling was that time camping in Mexico with Ron and Claire, and Ron had done most of it, all Astrid did was catch the fish.

So she kept it in the common room, and, in addition to the pancakes that she was getting better at churning out each week (though still no where near Wayne's mechanical efficiency), there were also breakfast burgers, as well as anything else anyone might want to contribute since they weren't, thankfully, restricted to Pop Tarts this week.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

Well. It was bound to happen eventually.

At some point in the night, or maybe it was early in the morning, she had no idea when these things actually happened, but the ingredients Astrid had gotten last night to make breakfast with this morning had all, somehow, been either transformed or replaced with nothing but boxes of Pop Tarts.

On the bright side, there was absolutely no lack in variety to the Pop Tarts, as it seemed every single flavor was present and accounted for, including the discontinued ones and some that clearly never made it to the market...at least not in this dimension.

Astrid might have been shocked by there being so many absurd varieties if it weren't for the fact that she actually worked in a grocery store and was already well aware of the excess of unnecessary flavor choices in certain brands.

(Looking at you, Oreo).

But...at least this made her job pretty easy today, and the clean-up would be a breeze, and there were even toaster strudels for anyone who wanted to feel a bit fancier about the whole thing, too.

[[ pop tart breakfast is open! ]]

white_oleander

A few people had shown up for breakfast last week, so Astrid saw no reason why she shouldn't just keep up the tradition at least a little bit longer, especially since there'd been some interest, at least from Miles, at other people helping out, too. She wondered if she could do something to make it even more communal and take a lot of the work off of one person with a sign-up sheet or something like that, but for now, she was just sort of focusing on getting the food ready and improving her own techniques for making a bigger breakfast for more people than just herself a little easier.

If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.

With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.

[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]

x_discospider_x

Troy knew that, technically, he should probably get to bed soon or something since he had a first period workshop tomorrow, but he'd filled his lazy Sunday with way too much sugar cereal and he was kind of too wired to sleep right now.

Maybe if he found some nice, boring PBS documentary or something on TV as he flipped through the chan--

"Oooooh! Kickpuncher!"

Sure, it was the edited-for-TV version, but Troy was still not going to complain!

[[ it's a Stuck at Work Sunday Night, so very much open! ]]

white_oleander

Astrid and Troy both had sort of failed to spread the word to the new kids about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, then again, they'd just sort of adopted the tradition, so they didn't have nearly as much stake in it as Wayne had. In fact, they had so little stake in it that Astrid knew Troy was pretty much out the moment he realized he had a first period class and that he'd have to get up earlier to fit in it before he went. Which was understandable, first period classes were generally why Astrid stopped going to breakfast, but she figured she could at least give it a try to keep the tradition going if there was any interest in it.

She didn't consider herself as good of a cook as Wayne, and she'd definitely never cooked much for other people, just herself, and it was simple things, because you didn't get too complex when you were barely tall enough to reach the stove and was only cooking because it was one of those weeks where your mother sort of forgot about things like feeding you. But the effort gave her something to focus on that wasn't her mother or her empty room, so she was all in, wondering if Wayne would criticize her for her less-than-perfect pancakes or just be proud that someone was keeping his breakfast tradition going.

Probably both, she s'posed.

[[ open breakfast is indeed open! ]]

white_oleander

"Wait," said Troy, once he'd successfully shuffled down the hallway after Astrid after she'd come to get him that morning to go down to the common room and she started pulling out what they'd need to get started on some breakfast, "so does this mean waking up this early every Monday just to get this done?"

Astrid shrugged a little, opening the fridge and scanning it for the ingredients they'd need. "Sure," she said. "You've got to get an early start so you don't miss anyone who's got the first period classes."

"I'm pretty sure missing out on breakfast is what they get for having first period classes."

Astrid grinned a little bit, handing Troy a carton of eggs and a big mixing bowl. "It'll be good for you," she informed him. "Helps build character."

"I think I've got more than enough character already," Troy decided, but he reluctantly started in with the eggs. "Don't be surprised if this ends up being an entirely you thing by the end of the summer, I'm not sure this is going to be sustainable."

"Don't worry," Astrid assured him, putting her own attention into getting some coffee going and mixing up some pancakes, "I won't be."

Dammit, Astrid! And now Troy was going to feel...slightly compelled to just keep it up to prove you wrong.

Slightly.

Not that much.

Because this was, like, stupid early, just for breakfast, and on a break week, no less!

[[ because I can't fuck with tradition. open breakfast is open! troy, obviously, modded with permission ]]

howareyanow

Wayne almost didn't even make it on over to the common room fer breakfast that morning. There'd just been this heavy feeling weighing down his broad shoulders since he woke up that morning wondering what was even the point? No one even really cared about MMB and the tradition of it all, 'cept mebbe him, really, and it wouldn't even matter soon, anyway, he'd only had two or three more of 'em left before he graduated and it was back to the farm, back to chorin', so what did it even matter? Mebbe you could fuck with tradition after all; mebbe you should.

Odds were somethin' terrible was going to happen once he got down there, anyway, like all the eggs were actually monsters or all his pancake batter turned to slime or some other such tomfuckery...

But somehow, he managed to pull through this fog of reservations and excuses and shuffled reluctantly down the hall to the common room, not at all comforted by the fact that the eggs were just eggs and his pancake batter remained batter, because that just meant that, if the breakfast was normal, then something else was likeleh to go pear-shaped instead, but at least there was something in the fact that he'd have a good solid breakfast in his stomach to prepare him for whatever it was that might be headin' their way...

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

howareyanow

Mebbe it was jus' because he knew there weren't many of these Monday morning breakfasts left; mebbe it was because he knew that this place had gone and made him quite a bit paranoid about this sort of thing, but....when Wayne got down to the common room to get started on his weekly feedings and the most important meal of the day and everything was pretty normal and straightforward and how it should be for yet another week, he couldn't help feeling...suspicious. Like the other foot was about to drop. Or that all this quiet was likeleh trying to build up into something truly, spectacularly full of tomfuckery that there was no way he could even prepare for it.

So he spent a good deal of his prep and cooking trying to find even the smallest little thing even slightly off, as if spotting something like that would mean that he wasn't in for a doozy of a day when all this normal gave up and gave him one last hurrah.

But, no. No, everything seemed ship-shape and pretty normal.

Fer now...and hopefully fer the rest of his time here, but he wasn't getting his hopes up any time soon!

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

howareyanow

Anyone who knew Wayne on any of these sorts of weekends knew that he, uhhhh....he didn't care much fer kids, and there was a good chance that by the time Monday rolled around, they'd all be gone, anyway, but you never really knew around here, so he was bracing himself to need to provide a few more extra pancakes and a few more eggs than usual that morning fer breakfast.

And trying not to think too much on the fact that he'd had a kid show up on a weekend like this before, but was spared that particular experience this year.

Made sense, though, if you thought about it.

What with graduation right around the corner, an' all...

[[ open breakfast is of course open! ]]

howareyanow

Did it....did it seem a little warm in here, lateleh? Or mebbe that was just Wayne.

But not in that spring making its way toward summer sorta way, but in that uncomfortable under the skin sorta way that definitely put to mind exactly what you'd es'pect to come to mind to someone who bred dogs as part of his living.

It was definitely a little warm in here, lateleh.

Not that that dissuaded Wayne from still rocking the flannel, though he very noteably seemed to have one extra button undone on his shirt as usual as he tried to distract himself with a few more videos on his daily hockeyfights.com fix before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast. He was pretty sure, though, that the hockey fights only made it worse.

And then he was left squinting into his pan with each new pancake, because he wasn't sure if they were just all coming out in lewd and inappropriate, Not-Safe-Fer-School shapes, or if that was just all he was seein' in 'em that morning.

Either way, there was breakfast. Let's not talk about how all the pancakes seemed to look like dicks and boobs. Well, and butts. A few of those were definitely looking like butts.

Well. Fuck a du--

--nope. Fuck. Just fuck.

[[ i am so sorry. anyway! open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Waste not, want not was definitely an adage that Wayne tried to live by as best he could, and he had no idea if all the containers of fried rice in the fridge that morning had to do with Sabine's excess take-out just the other deeey, or if this was a completely unrelated leftover incident, but he would have felt kind of bad if he just ignored it all and went on about making more food when there was already so much.

Thankfully, all you really had to do with something like fried rice is mebbe fry it up again for a few light minutes and crack an egg over it and you pert'near had breakfast ready to go.

So it was a good thing there were plenty of eggs to be had, too.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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