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Mara'd had a Very Trying Morning. She'd gone out for coffee and had been attacked by raining candies shaped like fruit and, weirdly, birds, and then been treated to a lesson on counting by a giant talking Number Four.

There hadn't been enough caffeine in the world for that, and it had not gotten better when she'd gone to Eggsy's room to bitch about it only to discover her boyfriend had turned into an actual egg.

So now she was down in the common room eating cereal out of the box and keeping a careful--if annoyed--eye on her boyfriend. The egg. Don't try to eat him for breakfast.

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Lottie wandered into the common room in her ratman pjs, hair poofed out sideways, eyes still more than half closed. It was too early. It was barely afternoon. But she'd woken up with her stomach growling, so now here she was, in search of delicious breakfast foods.

She opened the pantry and blinked at the plate of cheerful, aromatic holiday cookies sitting on the shelf. "I was hopin for sausages," she told Pepper, who'd trotted into the room after her. "But I suppose cookies will do me in a pinch."

Pepper barked.

"Yes," Lottie agreed seriously. "We will need milk as well."

She opened the fridge, only to find another plate of cookies. And another in the cupboard next to the fridge. And another in the next cupboard over. And another, to her dawning horror, behind every single door she opened in the common room. (And another in the hallway when she'd opened her dorm room door, but she'd managed to walk right over that one without noticing.)

"It's the fat banshee!" She slammed the last cupboard shut and threw herself dramatically onto the common room couch, pulling a throw blanket over her shoulders and peering suspiciously at all the doors in the room. "The fat banshee's found me!"

Pepper yipped at her, then hopped up onto the couch, turned around three times on the cushion next to her, and settled in for a nap.

"Fat banshee."

[yay fandom advent! Open.]

bestatmystery

Lottie had considered going into the library today to do more hacking, since she was new to it and might need more instruction and all, but she was also pretty sure the scowling librarian man wouldn't appreciate having a bunch of dogs and cats in there, and the menagerie she'd managed to collect so far of left-behind pets had looked so glum when she'd come home last night.

So she had her laptop in the rec room instead, where there was plenty of space for four dogs and a cat to run around and play with each other. Which Pepper was doing, at least. Two of the dogs she'd found in town were piled up on each other on the couch next to Lottie, giving her sad eyes, and the puppy seemed to be patrolling the edges of the room, barking at the vents. The cat kept trying to curl up on her laptop's keyboard.

So Lottie wasn't really being the most successful hacker just now. And honestly not much of a mystery solver. But the animals had all looked so sad. . . .

[Open! Lottie can still find more pets to take care of, too, if folks like!]

bestatmystery

Lottie wasn't going to need an email to tell her to look up and see that there were aliens. She had an excitedly barking dog and her own finely honed mystery instincts to do that for her.

She and Pepper were on the roof investigating it just now. In this particular instance, "investigating" meant taking pictures with her smartphone and texting them to Shauna and Mildred with so aliens. very space. wow. and little alien head emojis.

Pepper was investigating the emo garden. Or, you know, fertilizing it. One of those.

[open roof for any fellow non-abductees!
Note: Lottie will spend at least part of today going around looking for sadly abandoned pets once she works out that folks have gone missing. You can shook me an email if you would like an IC way to make sure your character's fuzzy/scaly/feathered friends are looked after while your character is in-sim'd.]

bestatmystery

So it was, like, really hot out. It was hot in a way that Lottie hadn't really known was possible in real life without things being on fire. It had to be at least 40 or something. (Sure, her phone said it was 32, but it was not to be trusted.) It was absolutely not a day to be outside unless you absolutely had to be, unless you were secretly a tropical fish or something. So Lottie was lounging around the common room, a pint of melting ice cream on the floor by her head, that documentary about Spinal Tap on the television turned up to eleven (it was basically required, okay?) while she called home.

Because clearly the proper response to "it's so hot outside I'm going to die" was to convince her mother to let her bring her dog, covered in fluffy black fur, to the island with her next session.

"But he'd love it here, Mum! There's squirrels to chase about and green deers!"

"Wait, wait," her mother was saying. "Go back to the part where you're NOT IN FRANCE?"

Yeah, she should have gotten around to telling her mother that part rather a bit sooner.

[Open common room is open.]

bestatmystery

Lottie sang a little popcorn song to herself as she danced around with a very large bowl of the stuff, shaking it about a bit to help distribute the butter and salt she'd put on it properly. She danced her way over to the couch where she flopped upside down and switched on the television.

She flipped through the channels extremely rapidly for a few minutes before pausing for breath on some show about hunting furry monsters in the Florida Everglades.

Have finally cracked it, she texted Shauna as she settled in to watch. Mr. Bough is def an elderly FLORIDA SKUNKAPE.

[Open!]

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Mabel's classes were finished for the week, and she was in a fairly social sort of mood... which, in fairness, was exactly the sort of mood she tended to be in roughly 99% of the time anyway. Waddles was sleeping off dinner back in her room, and it occurred to her that maybe this was an excellent opportunity to get some knitting in while also taking care of that whole 'temporarily limited wardrobe' issue that she currently had. So, she'd done some brief shopping in town (Fandom town was small and cute but it was functional!), and now she had herself a whole bag of yarn, some knitting needles, and a box of Chipackers (the chip that tastes like a cracker!), which she was currently sitting down on the floor in front of the television with.

She could have sat on the couch, yes, but there was just something about parking herself way too close to the television while she knitted herself a new sweater and watched old reruns of Tiger Fist that felt right, around here.

[OOC: Open for the glory of the second floor!]

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