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Raleigh had received a text message from his brother to turn on the goddamn TV to CNN. Which got the initial knee jerk reaction of a younger sibling to tell him not to boss him around. But he did as he was told after a few insults texted back.

And what he got was hazy helicopter footage of something huge moving in the rain, someplace tropical looking. The Philippines according to little news ticker on the bottom of the screen.

"No way."

Yes way, Raleigh. Have fun watching the second Kaiju attack of planet Earth.

[Open! Oh, the timeline of this movie...]
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There was oatmeal on the counter in the common room, and it looked fine. Just perfectly normal, as oatmeal should. You shouldn't be fooled, though. Isabelle had experimented with some spices there – you know, to just make it better, just in general, as you do when you're an enthusiastic amateur cook – and the end result, well, it wasn't great. At all.

As usual.

Isabelle herself was on a couch, using her phone to check out potential ideas for what she might want to do for her upcoming birthday.

Oh, and she was having cereal. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about the oatmeal.

[ooc: Open! It is never too early or late to meet Izzy or find out she can't cook. Also, entertain me. ... Now in the right place.]
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Cold weather didn't really bother Vider that much even before she became a berserker, being of pure Scandan stock and all, but there was cold and then there was cold. In light of the current situation, she'd decided to order in rather than venturing out in search of food--yes, the delivery person had to half-freeze, but at least they were being paid for it. She didn't know her way around the various different cuisines here that well yet, so she'd picked a few items off the Chinese place's menu and hoped for the best.

Her hopes had been rewarded when the guy handed her way more food than she'd ordered. What was she supposed to do with all of this?

((Open common room is open!))
[identity profile] notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com
Since he would be in the future before midnight hit back home, Raleigh had to celebrate by texting his brother about being in the future. You know, when it finally hit midnight.

Which would come in good time.

But, for now, he was enjoying the cold winter night out on the roof. Maybe there would be fireworks from the mainland, after all!

[[Open, of course!]]
[identity profile] notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com
With Yancy visiting, Raleigh found himself thinking maybe he should be treating his big brother to breakfast. And, since he wasn't exactly culinary talented, this amounted to digging out boxes of cereal and pop-tarts.

Hey, if it worked, it worked.

He rubbed at his eyes, clearing away sleep as he waited for his own pop-tart to pop. Yancy could get his own when he woke up. Raleigh was an amazing little brother, see?

[[Open like a common room!]]
[identity profile] toomuchmoop.livejournal.com
One things that definitely held over well into the future was that Saturdays were for being lazy and doing absolutely nothing, but, eventually, especially for teenage boys, the stomach got a little hungry and food had to be procured. So Danny got up, had a nice shower that involved a sim of being a giant radioactive monster stomping on some village...abandoned, of course, only wholesale destruction with no holographic persons harmed, then headed into town to collect what he needed to come back to the dorm room and fix up a feast truly fit for a Saturday. Danny was no cook, by any measure, but there was one thing he would always know how to make.

"Awww, yeaaaaah! Soft tacos!"

Loading up a plate and leaving plenty around that he might make a bot to clean up for him later, he went to crash on the couch and find out what sort of things people watched on Saturday afternoons in the twenty-first century.

He would soon discover that stupid Saturday television was also a thing that had not changed with the millenia, either.


[[ I HAVE A SATURDAY OFF. This is historical, guys. Open common room is open. Soft tacos for everyone! ]]

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