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After spending the most of her morning in training as usual, Freya finished things off with another leap up the dormitory building to the roof. She'd almost gotten it in two leaps today, too, but she was not quite there yet. The temptation to hop back down and try again was strong, but she was feeling her training and pushing herself beyond efficiency wouldn't do much good in the long run.

So she settled near the edge of the roof to finally rest a bit and enjoy the view and look up to the sky a little, already feeling the colder weather sweep in and, hopefully, as she recalled someone mentioning may be in store for them soon, some rain.

But this was still nice. Even if she did have to contend with her restlessness trying to enjoy it.

[[ aaaand guess who is WAY overrstaffed again this morning! Ugh. Open roof is totes open ]]

dauntlessdragoon

Freya understood that this headwave was probably difficult for everyone, and she also figured she should have a much higher constitution for stuff like this, but while, yes, everyone was likely sweltering in this opressive heat, she was pretty sure there weren't many of them who were also sweltering underneath a full body of fur. She was also from a city of perpetual rain, and so the sheer dryness of everything right now made her not only miserable in the heat, but also incredibly homesick for the cool grottos, the relaxing patter of raindrops on Burmecia's domed roofs and exquisite archetecture...

She was hoping maybe going out onto the deck might at least favor her with a breeze or something, or at least a little bit of shade to wallow in, as she flopped onto one of the deck chairs and idly waved a makeshift fan to at least keep her fur from matting to her face with the sweat. If this didn't work, she'd probably just try the beach and swimming; it wasn't like she wasn't already damp....

The loss of her coat and hat wasn't too heartbreaking at the moment, but the disappearance of her shorts and T-shirt were. If only her mother could see her now, dressed in strips of bedhseets wrapped and drapped around her in the style of Cleyran dancer...

If only she was in Cleyra. Sure, she'd be isolated behind a violent windstorm, but at least there'd be wind...

[[ open deck is open, with a slight SP for work warning! ]]

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

Aww....fuck.

There was a problem with breakfast. Wayne didn't like when there was a problem with breakfast, but at least the problem with breakfast usually involved the food being a bit different than he expected, be it in type of food or color or abundance of one thing over the other, but he'd yet to have a problem exactly like this before. And that was the problem that everything....pots, pans, plates, mugs, utentsils, bowls, everything...had been placed extremely high up, and far from any countertop that he could climb to reach it. Even the chairs seemed just a bit too short, leaving him to just look up at the ceiling where all the things were, and truly not appreciating this level of Monday morning shenanigans.

Fuck.

Someone might need to get a ladder.

[[ random breakfast is open! there might even eventually be some food? ]]

dauntlessdragoon

Most of Freya's free time since she'd gotten here was spent either in training, or constantly bouncing around the island. She'd been spending a lot of time in particular doing a loop around the exterior of the island ever since she'd seen Silver washed up on the beach, hoping that, perhaps next time the tide brought someone in, it would be a certain missing Burmecian. A foolish hope, she knew, deep down, but one she couldn't help clinging to, because the thought gave her time here a sort of purpose, even if it was a long shot.

That morning had been no exception, and, when she did her rounds, she grabbed herself some lunch. It was nice, really, to discover that it was incredibly easy to exchange her gil for the local currency here, but she realized that it was going to run out fast, especially since one couldn't simply hunt wildlife for extra pocket gil here. She might have to consider some form of employment soon, especially if the Portaloctiy office still couldn't seem to get the right Gaia...

But that was an issue for another time, perhaps, because right now, Freya had her lunch, and she leaped up to the roof, bouncing with now familiar ease off the stables and the salle and the school to get her there, where she found a good spot to enjoy the view and her food. Some sandwiches, some cheese obtained from a very pushy bear that had no interest in her appeals for avoiding stereotypes, and pickles that she'd grown quite fond of now that she realized they wouldn't be even nearly as strong and potent as Lindblum's infamous gysahl pickles.

It was a nice break, and the island really was beautiful from this spot, so Freya was going to enjoy it as she pondered what to do with the rest of her day, although she knew it would likely just be more combing the beaches with her futile hopes...

[[ open roof 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

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.]

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Entries tagged with freya crescent

The Roof; Sunday Afternoon [09/20].

The Deck; Friday Morning [07/10].

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/22].

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/15].

The Roof; Saturday Afternoon [06/13].

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/08].

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/25].

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