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Goddess, but what a completely wonderful, marvellous day it was!

Elli was nearly radiant as she sat cross-legged on the floor of the common room with a ton of magazines and books about her, all about babies and what they liked and how they grew and what milestones could be expected when and all the things that people bought or made for them. The fact that she had no idea where all of these incredibly on-point research materials had come from didn’t bother her at all today.

She was too happy!

She was good at sewing and knitting—did she have time to make a baby blanket? But, oh what colours should she do it in? Should it be striped or colour-blocked or, or, or?

Elli checked her math for the fifth time (a sad, unfortunate necessity of being on the island meant that the math really was important) and she was pretty sure she had it right, that the baby wasn’t coming until early October, by this world’s time, and that was hopefully enough time to decide what to do…

Oh, maybe she could make booties, instead? Or a little cap? Or all of the above? It wasn’t really spoiling a baby to make sure they had soft things to enjoy, after all…

Of course, though, first things first, she needed to decide upon flowers to send to her parents to congratulate them… baby’s breath would have to be included, of course, but what else? Maybe a bunch of different flowers in pastel colours? That would look sweet, wouldn’t it? Perhaps with a new rattle since Elli wasn’t sure if they still had the one she’d used as a baby…

Oh, goodness, this was the best news! There were so many choices to make and each of them just an absolute delight and joy to ponder!

She was going to be a big sister!

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

howareyanow

There appeared to be some new bookcases in the common room, including smaller ones that sat awkwardly on the table and the counters in the kitchenette, but not just any new bookcases. No, these bookcases appeared to be filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches instead of actual books.

Was Wayne going to ask why there were all sorts of bookcases filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches in the common room?

Hard. No.

Was he going to generally ignore the bookcases filled with breakfast pastries and sandwiches and get on his way to cooking up some proper breakfast as per usual?

Can confirm!

He supposed some people might have taken it as a sign that most of the work was done for him and he didn't need to bother with the usual stuff, but Wayne would much rather err on the side of having as little to do with island tom fuckery as possible.

[[ open common room, open breakfast! usual fuck-you-monday sp likeleh to apply! ]]

howareyanow

Having been only ~~sixth~~ six this weekend sort of messed up Wayne's usual shopping habits to get everything he'd need for his Monday Morning Breakfast, which was particularleh disappointing because Enola's request for baked beans last week had him lookin' to fix up something full and English. Now, sometimes, the island seemed to predict what he was lookin' to fix up and provided for him all the same, when he wasn't able to do the shopping himself, but this Monday was not one of those times.

All there seemed to be was some leftover sugar cereal and Poptarts.

Well, at least there was some coffee.

And mebbe he might be able to do something with this leftover pizza? Mebbe he should just put breakfast on hold for a small amount of time so he could get some proper food...

...or mebbe hope Nina showed up, and she could make do with what was in the fridge with that nonsense tom fuckery she called cooking...

...fuck a duck.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Well, Wayne hadn't really gotten much of a chance to get the word out about Monday Morning Breakfast to any of the new kids, but, fuck, there were only four of them, and where word of mouth failed, it seemed this place had a good habit of spreading word of nose once things really got cooking. And he felt much less crunched for time now that he didn't have a first period class (or any class on Mondays, fuck!), so he coudl really enjoy just a good solid morning full of making food and feeding friends.

With it being the first MMB of the semester, he stuck with all the usual, often moddable classics, especially the pancakes and the bacon and the eggs and potatoes, but also some fruit for more healthfully minded, plenty of juice and milk in the fridge, and, of course, some good fucking coffee in the pot.

It was, after all, the most important meal of the day, especially when that day was Monday!

[[ open breakfast is oooopen! ]]

amitragic

So that was that on 2020, huh?

Ulysses wished he'd gone to a party, wished he'd gotten wasted, wished he'd sloppily made out with someone at midnight and then gone back to someone else's place after... But the year had ended about the same as it had gone: vaguely disappointing, kind of meh. And so Ulysses'd found himself doing what he'd been doing most of the year, which was hanging out in his room in his boxers, smoking and reading conspiracy theories on his phone.

So far, 2021 wasn't looking much hotter for him. But at least he was out in the common room - in some fetching neon plaid pajama pants that made the heather t-shirt he was wearing up top look even more nondescript than it would have otherwise - curled up on the couch, eating a damn near overflowing bowl of Lucky Charms.

While scrolling on his phone. Look, at least it wasn't actually more conspiracies, right now!

... Because it was everyone's Insta and Snapchat videos and pics from last night, because nothing really, truly made New Year's Day like a severe case of FOMO and vowing to do better in another 365 days.

There were, for some reason, about a dozen boxes of Lucky Charms on the counter in the kitchen area, and more than enough milk in the fridge to complement most, if not even all of it. So if anyone wanted to join him, at least they were all getting breakfast.

[ooc: The first CR post of 2021 is open!]

snowdroplace

For the record, neither girl had been outside yet.

"Do you think anyone will mind us having a snowball fight on the lawn?" Elli asked, worriedly, as she peered outside and pulled on her mittens.

Nina bounced, curls flying everywhere despite the hat she was wearing. "If they do, we just hit them with snowballs even more," she reasoned.

"Nina!" Elli protested.

With a laugh, Nina spun. "It'll be fine!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop being such a worrywart, Elli!!!!!!!! Live a little!!!!!!!!"

"I live just fine," Elli murmured, feeling a bit stung. "I just don't want to get in trouble!"

Which was going to happen, though not the kind of trouble Elli was worried about. Heh.

"It's okay," Nina said, smiling. "I'll take the blame if anyone's really upset, okay?????? Holly Jollies are fearless!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well, that's not fair either…"

"Do the Snow Bunnies want the right or left side of the lawn to start with??????????"

Elli sighed, but she was smiling. "Right," she said, "because we'll have the right to win that way."

Nina burst out laughing.

[Come join the snowball fight! ~~Plz wait for the~~ OCD has been eaten by candy canes!]

howareyanow

Wayne was in such a good mood when he looked out the window that morning before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast that there was almost even an actually perceptible hint of a smile on his face as he stood at his usual position in front of the stove flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. It was about time this place got some decent snow around here, and he could finally get out there and put that snowmobile he'd been working on in the scrapyard fer what felt like pert'near ages to good use!

Of course, this was all mostly because he had yet to be out in the snow, because of course there couldn't just be a nice, good snowfall 'round here without....conditions, BUT...at least he'd also get to see how that snowmobile might fare when it came to attempting to run down candy canes that seemed to think dragging people under the snow was funneh.

For now, though, still blissfully ignorant, Wayne was just going to cheerfully (well, cheerfully for Wayne, which generally meant slightly more upbeat than a solid stoic line) attend to his breakfast while looking forward to snowmobiling it up once he was done with class fer the day.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had, very briefly, considered an attempt to incorperate all the candy that was just sitting around into his breakfast for that morning, and the fact that he'd even thought about it for a second bothered him a bit, that it was his natural impulse to just see what the island had given them and think about using it first and foremost before considering that candy didn't belong in breakfast!

There was definitely a disconsolate growl. This place was starting to make him 10-ply. Or at the very least, three.

So it was breakfast as normal, without any candy, although if anyone wanted to be spare parts enough to incorperate the candy into their breakfast themselves, they were more than welcome, though Wayne may personally, privately wish upon them that every piece they plucked out of those bowls would be black licorice, and they'd learn their lesson.

The pancakes may have taken on a certain mouse-eared shape, though. Whether or not that was done intentionally or by influence of the island, though, Wayne would never tell.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

It was hard saying goodbye to old Gus yesterday (well, and Katy-Kat, too, but that was diff'rent!), and Wayne had almost considered maybe keeping him around, but the farm was easily the best place for the bo, but it had still been nice to have him around for the weekend and get to introduce him to a few people, too.

But now it was back to business as usual, and breakfast as usual, or at least breakfast as usual as well as it could be when all he seemed to have were tiny knives and tiny pans and tiny plates...

So breakfast might be a while today unless you were lookin' fer some...lighter fare, which was why there was also a box of doughnuts on the table fer everyone to hold them over in the meantime.

[[ and open breakfast is open and tiny! ]]

howareyanow

Probably not surprising anyone fer this week, considering the weekend, Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast to find the fridge was particularly well-stocked with sauerkraut and bratwurst, and, not one to let things like that just go to waste, added a frittata and some hash to the usual offerings and expected pancakes.

And he weren't going to even say nothing about it, either, because, as far as weird things to happen on a Monday morning, that barely even registered as one, so it seemed a bit...silly to go and make a fuss.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

There was a whole new step that had been developed, recently, in Wayne's process for gettin' up and makin' breakfast to start the day. It started with him actually waking up, gettin' ready (a process that didn't take too long at all), checking radio, checking his hawkey fights, and then heading to the common room, and (this was the new part) doing a swift but thorough look around the place to check fer anything...funny. Because if there was anything funny, he wanted to make sure he got wind of it before getting into his cooking, even if the funny didn't even directly relate to the cooking itself.

Like today, there was definitely a gremlin hanging out over behind the TV, which was generally good to know, because if he hadn't done that sweep, then he could have come right out and surprised someone at an inopportune moment, and now he could at least give people the warning.

Other'n that, though, everything seemed normal, the food was all as it should be, the equipment was all right...Well, it seemed all the usual plates had been replaced with small plastic kiddy plates with cartoon characters and dividers in 'em, but if that and the gremlin were the worst of what he was getting today, Wayne wasn't going to complain!

...not too much, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

If Wayne was a little more inclined to pay attention to American traditions, he might not have been as surprised as he was to find that the stove in the kitchenette of the third floor common room had been replaced by a grill, nor would he question the fact that the common room was definitely doing its 'nudge Wayne in a certain culinary direction ' thing by providing a lot of beef and buns that morning.

As it was, he just thought it was a little excessive, because he'd just been doing grillin' fer the party that weekend.

But, never one to shy away from the challenge of what the island seemed to want to foist onto him (not these days, anywhey, not anymore...), he just readjusted accordingly, and got to work, making a breakfast that was a little heavier on burgers than pancakes, though he did manage a bit of those, too, as well as the usual variety of things, fer all the variety of palates that went beyond the favored 'just fill up a plate' approach.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne didn't get a chance to chat with many of the newbies on picnic day, meaning he didn't have many chances to let them know about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, hopefulleh, the breakfast would take care of letting them know itself through the power that was cooking aromas working its way through this school's odd kind of ventilation system. Or word would get around somehow. Or he'd just have a lot of leftovers for the week, and that was okay, too, though not exactly optimal.

Honestly, though, by Monday morning (though a bit of a later start than usual since he wound up with a class first period; that was hardly going to stop breakfast, though!), he was mostleh just feeling glad that, when he came into the common room, all the stuff he'd gotten for it was there and just the way he'd left them, there wasn't anything weird going on with any of the equipments or cupboards or dishes, no abundance of weird ingredients, no lurking gremlins, no nothing out of the ordinary....which was a little out of the ordinary, but Wayne, who was about 95% sure this island was going to try and fuck up the first Monday Morning Breakfast of a new semester, was not going to complain!

...not about that, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

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! ]]

howareyanow

Depending on how they timed it, some of the breakfast goers might walk in to find Wayne not dutifully minding his pancakes at the stove, but, instead, a few steps over at the counter where he figured the best light was, his phone out, taking pictures of a stack of pancakes he had apparently mixed with food coloring so that they were rainbow-colored, and another stack of pancakes that were artfully sliced into to show that there were rainbow sprinkles inside, like he was setting them up for a fucking Instagram or Pinterest or Fartbook or whatever the fuck all else there was.

Not that he was actually posting to any of those things, because fuck social media, but he'd made the pancakes that way that morning fer Katy, and it didn't do much good, did it, if he made them fer Katy and then didn't even send her pictures.

They weren't good pictures, but they were good enough, and the pancakes themselves being good would more'n make up for it.

Even if Katy was only looking at them instead of actually eating them, but he knew she'd appreciate them all the same.

[[ open breakfast is open and colorful! ]]

howareyanow

No kitchen utensils and pots and pans all up on the ceiling. No everything turning into pizza. No weird colored food or blue milk (save for the little bit kept around for those who were into that sport of thing). Just a nice, normal breakfast, the way God (and Wayne) intended.

And, fuck, it was nice to have a good, normal breakfast around here.

At least nice and normal for the time being, but, realleh, that was all anyone could hope for 'round here. So Wayne got to work, got to cooking, and got to getting the week going right.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

howareyanow

If there was one good thing to say about Nina's class, it was that it certainly made Wayne a little more toleratin' and slightly more accepting of the fact that, sometimes, when you cook...at least around here...some things are going to happen in ways that you don't expect them to. Like mayo in cheesecake. Or in boozy buns.

Or, in today's case, the odd phenomenon that was everything he was making just ending up as a breakfast pizza.

Pancakes? Started out fine. Flipped just fine. But as soon as he took it from the pan and onto a plate? Pizza.

Eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side-up, over-easy, poached? No matter what, pizza.

He even cut up some fruit, went to put it in a bowl, and what did he get? Fuckin' pizza!

At that point, he just gave up and figgured, well....looks like they were having pizza fer breakfast today. Ain't no reason to get excited.

Although it was a pretty good reason to get irritated as hell. Especially considering that when he said everything was turning into pizza, he meant everything. He'd put off making coffee that morning, terrified of what the results might be, but curiousity got the better of him, and as he went to grab the pot...pizza.

Shoulda fuckin' known better.

[[ open breakfast is open! come get some 'pizza'? idk. ]]

howareyanow

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

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! ]]

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