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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! ]]
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As advertised, there was a party today, because this week was a lot and Alexis figured people needed to blow off some steam. Maybe hook up a little. Maybe it'd be a good precursor to prom!

So the common room was decorated, there was some good grinding music playing since there was a dance floor and all, and the counter was covered in snacks and drinks in case people needed something to hold while they mulled around. And she had entertainment in the form of games, so maybe that would get people going.

Welcome to the party! Alexis was here to facilitate you getting smooches!
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Well, Tahani wasn't sure why they were having makeovers on a roof unless it was to take windswept-looking pictures for afterwards but here she was with all of her off-season clothing, far too much makeup and hair things, and absolutely zero schnapps.

Schnapps, Eleanor? Schnapps?! There were not in a ski chalet, the only place it was ever acceptable to drink schnapps.

Tahani took a seat on a fold-out chair she'd found and flipped through her Instagram account looking for inspiration looks. It was so brave of Eleanor to ask for help!

[OOC: So open.]
nicedragonsfinishlast: Tyler Posey as Julius Heartstriker (Smile: Oh You)
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Surprisingly (and probably more to the Sushi Station's generosity than anything else), Julius had ended his date with Alexis with more money than he'd anticipated. So after leaving Ethics, he'd put in a call for Thai takeout (and had ended up with far more of that than he'd anticipated, too, and--okay, where did the enchiladas come from?) and then headed up to the roof to offer...a lot of food to go with talking?

Maybe someone had heard his thoughts about gluttony in Ethics today. After being a lizard for three months, he wasn't putting anything past this island.

[Open, but slow!]
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Eleanor had pretty much shown she was no good in a firefight despite her claim that her gun was defective.

So instead of going out into town and earning even more tiny ball size bruises, she made her way to the roof with a large plastic cup that was totally not full of wine coolers and sat down to watch the show from afar.

"I wonder if this is how meta-for Hunger Games started," she said, taking a long sip through her Twizzler straw.

[For anyone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a cannon.]
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It was becoming a part of the routine at this point, Wayne making a little extra time in his Monday mornings to head to the common room to prepare himself for whatever tom fuckery the island was going to throw at him, although the steps were sometimes a little different based on what had happened the week before. This week, he first went to check the fridge, and was pleased to find that there was not a single shrimp to be found. And the next step was to check the cabinets, where all the dry ingredients and the pots and pans and plates and utensils were all just as they should. The stove? Working fine. Coffee maker? Coffee as it should. Wayne cautiously whipped up a little test batter for a test pancake, and, sure enough, just a regular pancake came out in the end.

So everything was normal fer breakfast that day, which you'd have thought would make Wayne happy, but, oh contrar-ray, it was having just the opposite effect, causing him to grumble in dissatisfaction as he got to work.

'Cause a quiet, normal day today more'n likeleh meant it had something in store fer next week instead.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]
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Wayne, while emitting a low, dissatisified sort of rumble in his chest and throat the whole time, didn't want to jump to any fucking conclusions, or nothin', but he felt that was a good direction to focus his ire for what seemed to be this Monday morning's choice of tom-fuckery.

He wasn't going to say anything about it--well, prob'ly not, not unless he was mebbe provoked, by what would only necessitate the mere whisper of suggestion--but there were definitely shrimp omelettes that morning, and he felt they all knew who could be blamed fer that one.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
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Wayne didn't know everyone's feelings about turnips, really, but he was hardly one to refuse nice, fresh produce when it was available to him. Which meant that breakfast that morning was definitely a little turnip-heavy, but y'wanna know what? Weren't nothing wrong with a good turnip every once in a while.

The abundance of fruit on the island right now made for a good counterpoint to it, too, which meant more crepes because who didn't love a good crepe with some fresh fruit, although Wayne himself might be a little more likely to avoid it on account of the fact that it was summer and he really didn't trust a whole lot of randomly growing fruit on trees around here in the summer. But his little farmboy heart couldn't just let all that nice looking produce just go to waste.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
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When Wayne checked the weather for that day (even though his days of spending most of his time out chorin' around the farm were currently on hiatus, it was a habit that had yet to die out and probably never would because Wayne was an entity held together by habit and repetition), he saw it was going to start bein' a bit hot, so his breakfast that morning tended to trend on the lighter side of things. More fruits and juices, crepes instead of pancakes for the day, that kind of thing, because he firmly believed that not only was breakfast the most important meal of the day, but it was also important to match the breakfast to the sort of day you were going to have, if you could.

So far, though, everything seemed to be cooperating, even if he did seem to be a bit clumsy this morning, getting a bit of food on his shirt as he was cookin' things up that'll definitely have to be washed out soon, or else it might stain. And that'd be a shame, since this was one of his favorite flannels...

Sure, it looked almost exactly like his complete rainbow array of various flannels, except for the color and the exact pattern if you looked closely, but it was one of the nice ones...

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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