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Wayne almost didn't even make it on over to the common room fer breakfast that morning. There'd just been this heavy feeling weighing down his broad shoulders since he woke up that morning wondering what was even the point? No one even really cared about MMB and the tradition of it all, 'cept mebbe him, really, and it wouldn't even matter soon, anyway, he'd only had two or three more of 'em left before he graduated and it was back to the farm, back to chorin', so what did it even matter? Mebbe you could fuck with tradition after all; mebbe you should.

Odds were somethin' terrible was going to happen once he got down there, anyway, like all the eggs were actually monsters or all his pancake batter turned to slime or some other such tomfuckery...

But somehow, he managed to pull through this fog of reservations and excuses and shuffled reluctantly down the hall to the common room, not at all comforted by the fact that the eggs were just eggs and his pancake batter remained batter, because that just meant that, if the breakfast was normal, then something else was likeleh to go pear-shaped instead, but at least there was something in the fact that he'd have a good solid breakfast in his stomach to prepare him for whatever it was that might be headin' their way...

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

legionqueen

So thanks to one of the teachers at the school randomly offering to make her one, Juillenne just... had a prosthetic leg now. And true to Barry's word, it operated basically like a real one, sensation-wise.

And yet, here she was, flopped on the common room couch, aimlessly flicking through channels.

"Ugh," she complained, powering off the TV and flinging the remote to the other end of the couch. She sat there staring at the blank screen for a few moments, and then shook her head. "This is stupid," she said to Camden. It was then that something occurred to her. Last time she'd been this bored, she and Sabine had headed up to the sixth floor in hopes of finding a party. They'd not found a party, but they had found a... very strange room. Maybe the rest of the rooms were equally as strange?

But that was the sort of thing that was way better with company, so she texted Sabine asking if she'd be up for checking out if the sixth floor had anything interesting to show them today. And then a few other people, just for good measure.

[ooc: so, so open. feel free to mod a text or just wander by! minor ooc-free ocd so that people can get roped into the adventuring as RL allows because time is meaningless.]

sexy_giraffe

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.]

howareyanow

Waste not, want not was definitely an adage that Wayne tried to live by as best he could, and he had no idea if all the containers of fried rice in the fridge that morning had to do with Sabine's excess take-out just the other deeey, or if this was a completely unrelated leftover incident, but he would have felt kind of bad if he just ignored it all and went on about making more food when there was already so much.

Thankfully, all you really had to do with something like fried rice is mebbe fry it up again for a few light minutes and crack an egg over it and you pert'near had breakfast ready to go.

So it was a good thing there were plenty of eggs to be had, too.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had spent the morning at the warehouse, and by now she figured it was time for a lazy-ish afternoon, where she could turn on the TV and mindlessly flip channels until she either got bored or found something that looked terrible/decent in front of roughly 20 containers from Ching Tai when she'd ordered all of one.

Mostly though she was pondering where she could sneak in a small painting of her symbol as an "I was here" thing without anyone noticing right away.

[Open! Distract me while I should be doing adult stuff.

howareyanow

Breakfast that morning...might be a bit slow going.

Because when Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast, something felt...off. Something definitely felt...not right. And that was normal, realleh, fer most Mondays around here, but the real kicker here, unlike most Monday mornings that were a bit...off....Wayne couldn't figgur out exactly why.

And, realleh, that there was the worst kind of off.

Everything seemed normal, but he didn't trust it, so it was with great caution and mebbe even a bit of nervousness that he opened every cabinet, every drawer, expecting something awful to be inside or something to jump out at him, but so far, everything had been fine. The same suspicious caution was practiced in opening up the flour, pouring the milk, with the crack of each and every egg.

So far, so good, he s'posed, but that just meant surely something real bad was lying in wait at pert'near any second now...

...mebbe Shuri really had been onto something yesterday with all her booby traps.

[[ and open breakfast is open! if a bit suspicious! ]]

x_discospider_x

Exactly how all this Christmas decoration stuff showed up in the third floor common room was anyone's guess, really. Maybe somehow, all the stuff from the party on Friday magically just got dumped in the common room instead of the trash.

And exactly how Astrid wound up there explaining some of it to Troy was also sort of a mystery, but there she was, and the concept of Christmas trees and their exploration of their purpose and meaning turned into...well...

There was an small tree on Troy's head with an angel topper; his body was wrapped in garlands and lights, while his hands were held out like branches, holding clumps of sparkling tinsel with a blinking Rudolph nose over his own, while Astrid, marveling the whole time that this was apparently a thing she was doing, was singing along with the gremlin carolers in the room while carefully adding bulb ornaments to the whole ensemble.

"O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy," they sang, "thy candles shine so brightly. O Christmas Troy, O Christmas Troy, much pleasure though canst give me~"

It was at that moment that Wayne, looking to grab a late lunch, appeared in the doorway, squinted hard at these shenanigan tom fuckeries, and turned his head to look down the hall to consider just leaving.

"Hi, Wayne," Astrid offered. "How are ya now?"

Well, fuck. Now retreat was a little more difficult, wasn't it?

"Good," he replied cautiously, "n'you?"

"Oh," Astrid shrugged, grinning faintly as she hung another bulb on Troy's garlands, "not so bad. Want to help?"

The low grumble of a response indicated that he didn't really want to, not particularleh, but...well, when a man asks fer help...

"Why do you guys do stuff like this?" he had to ask first.

Astrid looked to Troy, since this had been mainly his idea and she just generally went along with things, and he shrugged, as best he could underneath all of his lovely Christmas trappings.

"'Cuz it's fun."

"Yeah," Astrid offered, because she really didn't have anything better herself.

And Wayne squinted a little harder.

"The sight of thee," the singing continued, now with Wayne stoicly joining in and adding more tinsel, "at Christmas time, spreads hope and gladness far and wide~

"O Christmas Troy," Troy was now joining in with his own empassioned harmony, "O Christmas Troy, thou tree most fair and lovely!"

Astrid stepped back to admire their work, with a grateful look at Wayne, who mostly just looked away as if to absolve himself from any hand in this.

"Don't move," she suggested, because some of that stuff was very precariously perched on Troy's person.

He oblidged, definitely long enough for Astrid to snap a picture, but as he held his breath to hold still, he had to point out, "This nose smells like special drink."

[[ why, yes, I did have to take this scene and revise it for Fandom, I could not live with myself if I did not. ANYWAY, it's open like a common room, come admire the Christmas Troy! ]]

bookbeltof_love

A Saturday spent bouncing and flying around was… not enough to tire her out. So.

Impromptu party it was!

It was probably best not to think too hard about how Nina had gotten all the towels and drinks and pizza down to the pool or how she sent out a student-wide text—best not to ask how she managed texts either! (The answer was Sir Foomy had helped.)—and stuck up glittery posters all around the dorms announcing the Pony Pool Party.

She even had floats and umbrella'd drinks and music going! How? Don't question it!

Honestly, like, she hoped people showed up but even if they didn't?

Swimming as a pony was totally a blast!

[Feel free to mod your implausibly delivered invitation to this impromptu party! Or just wander on down! Either way, come swim!]

howareyanow

There was a lot that could (and would!) be said about this weekend's particular brand of tom fuckery, but there was one thing that Wayne knew fer sure, and that was that ponies, no matter how much they were usually humans or humanoid, didn't belong indoors! Not unless that indoors was a barn, the case of which the dorms were definitely not, so after some well-to-do with the door and a bit of careful awkwardness with the stairs, Wayne finally made it outside, into the open air, and instantly felt better about it.

He s'posed it was a silly thing, to be concerned about, considering he was just as much himself as usual, only in pony form, but it just made him feel a little bit better that if the proper order of what body he was inhabitin' couldn't be in order, at least a simple fact like no ponies indoors could be, and that was that.

Although now he was sort of just squinting out over the landscape wondering just what one did with their newfound pony-ness in general...Mebbe go for a little trot. Go lookin' fer a little hay, or, if he was lucky...some barleh....

[[ open deck is open! ]]

howareyanow

The last few Monday Morning Breakfasts had been a little quiet...some of them considerably so...but did that mean that Wayne was going to cool it on the tradition and back off a little or maybe take a week off or something?

Hard no!

He'd been doing this for well over a year now, and he had no intention of stopping it any time soon, even if he wound up being the only one who cared, because it was tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!

Besides, all the leftovers seemed to still manage to get consumed and enjoyed in a timely fashion, though he didn't exactly know who was eating them or even when, and he s'posed Fosse could be cleaning it all out after a couple of days, but there were still things in that fridge that he was pretty sure had been there longer than he'd even been doing breakfast, so that seemed doubtful.

He was pretty sure one of those things might have been growing eyes.

He wasn't going to be the one to check, though.

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina, knowing that this was her chance to sell tickets had, like, maybe gone a bit over the top? But, like, it was more fun that way, right? Right?

Besides, it kept her from getting bored and no one wanted that.

So, Nina's command of the lobby had the place looking like it was a scene out of a horror movie today. Black wooden walls, each slat showing signs of wear and tear, a shiny black floor that looked almost… viscous, and ragged curtains blowing over dark windows (which, if you looked out them would show various scenes of pure desolation) set the scene. Did the lobby usually have windows? Well, it did today and that was all that mattered! The ceiling was now a hundred thousand fractured mirrors and there were cobwebs strewn artfully about.

Things skittered by now and then, too fast to be seen except out of the corner of your eyes. With every footfall, the floor groaned, like something lived underneath it.

In the center of the lobby was the desk, which Nina sat demurely behind, a vision in deep purple and a jaunty witch's hat propped up on her curls. The desk itself was covered in a black tablecloth and more cobwebs. If you looked closely at them, they shivered and shifted, as if alive. A sign, in blood red letters, stated:

HOMECOMING 2020

Get your tickets here!

And, sure, you could try and tell her that Homecoming wasn't on Halloween but Nina wasn't listening on that matter. She was having way, way too much fun!

[Work has been attempting to murder me. Plz entertain me?]

x_discospider_x

It was late in the afternoon, and Troy had just gotten up and rolled out of bed and now he was in the common room in his pyjamas with his feet up on the coffee table, cartoons on the TV, the biggest bowl he could find filled with the most sugary cereal on the shelf, with chocolate milk poured into it and it was the most amazing thing ever and weird magical boarding school kicked ass and he was all for it.

Sure beat being stuck at Kingdom Hall all day, even if he did miss the juice and cookies. Sure, he could just go get juice and cookies, but it just wasn't the same.

[[ open! Work is dead and my coworkers are insufferable, please send help ]]

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

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! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

It wasn't often that Sabine gave herself the time to actually binge anything. But she'd wanted to chill for a bit and she'd flipped just long enough to find the Discovery Channel. And then she'd stayed on it. Apparently it was easy to get sucked into watching giant fish be badass?

So she was still here, watching whatever was showing on Shark Week today, and thinking her armor was due for a repaint...

[Open!]

howareyanow

Welp. Hopefully no one out of the (somewhat dwindling) usual suspects had a nut allergy, because it appeared that the common room was beset with nuts that morning.

And by beset, Wayne almost meant overflowing, because opening up the cabinets and being greeted with no small waterfall of almonds and cashews and acorns, pistachios and chestnuts and filberts, that clattered to the floor at his feet and caused him to just sort of look at all the nuts and sort of hope that the squirrels, at least, would be hungry that morning, because that was a lot of nuts.

Nuts that would not be making it into his breakfast, because he already had the usual menu plan, and he honestly wasn't feeling very much like he wanted to trust cabinet nuts today. But he certainly wasn't going to stop anyone if they felt a bit more inclined.

[[ and 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

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? ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

As far as Sabine could tell, no one was currently living on the fourth floor, which meant maybe there'd be some privacy for a movie night in. Why bother roommates when you could just find your own space?

There was popcorn made and sitting on the table, and from her spot on the couch w she flipped through choices, Sabine asked, "What kinds of movies do you like, anyway?"

[For one, unless you have some reason to be on an empty floor!]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had… possibly… gone a bit (okay a lot) all out for this party.

It was just that once she'd started looking up ideas she just couldn't help but get carried away. Knowing Wayne, she'd been incredibly restrained in the use of glitter—there was still bits of it, here and there, but she'd kept in minimal—instead choosing to use magic to emphasize the fact that this party might be taking place on the dorm roof but… really… they were all out in the bush.

It was probably best to not ask how much work it had taken her to magic up the carpet of grasses and the way trees stood along the edges of the roof against all defiance of how the roof usually was. The bonfire that crackled merrily in the center of the roof was sheer perfection, the absolute pinnacle of a bonfire.

And, importantly, it wasn't going to burn anything that it shouldn't. It tossed off plenty of heat and light and you could make s'mores in it—she'd made one, already, to test—just fine, but if you walked through it all that was going to happen was you'd be incredibly toasty warm.

Lawn chairs and plaid (and only plaid) blankets and cushions abound, scattered amongst the grass and underneath the branches of the trees that most definitely had not been there earlier in the day.

The most glittery thing was the banner she'd put on the greenhouse wall that read, in bright, sparkly letters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She hadn't been able to resist.

[OCD is up! Party ON! And the fact that there's booze at this party is NFB, please!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was definitely having himself a good, lazy Sunday. Well, maybe not so lazy, since he did go out for his usual run and shooting practice, buuuuut, now that that was out of the way? LAZY CITY CENTRAL, BABY.

He had, somehow, also managed to find himself catsitting a certain Miss Dozy, in that particular way that made it very clear he was catsitting a certain Miss Dozy because a certain Miss Dozy wanted him to be catsitting her. And that was totally fine by Prompto, because what else when better than lazily crashing on the couch than having a nice little snuggle buddy?

Well, maybe not so snuggly, what with Miss Dozy's hair (or lack thereof) situation, but she was a totally comfortable little purr monster sitting on his chest as he laid out on the couch, idly watching some freaking adorable cartoon about some guy and his chocobo going through some dungeons, or something? He honestly wasn't entirely sure, because he was only paying half attention to it, the other half of his attention going into a little bit of dozing himself because that purring was just so, so soothing...and this couch was really comfortable...

Now this was how you spent a Sunday afternoon!

[[ the brain may falter, but the heart and soul is willing! Open common room is ooopen; the hairless dozy one modded with permission! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

On spring break there had been a conversation, and after working out the design, it was time to actually do it. So Sabine was waiting in the girls' bathroom, setting out the supplies while she waited for Lana.

Usually there wasn't a chair in here, but then she usually wasn't doing this on someone else.

[Expecting one but open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine went to the common room for breakfast, and stopped short when she saw the large blanket fort created around the couches. She decided not to question it, because it was Fandom, and these things happened.

A moment later she was adding cushions to fortify it, because if you were going to have a fort, you might as well make sure it was worthy, right?

[Open!]

howareyanow

Pitter-patter, let's get at 'er!

'er in this case being breakfast back on schedule and back to normal as per usual. And since Wayne had already done the 'flavors of the trip' inspired breakfast beforehand, and, if he was honest, he was a bit sick of Filipino breakfasts at this point, it was back to the old classics, with an emphasis on some nice fluffy pancakes and plenty of maple syrup, just like God (or at least Wayne's northern Northern American sensibilities) intended.

It was also kind of nice to get back in the kitchen himself, too. Restaurants were nice and all, but Wayne had always been the type to prefer just doin' something himself rather'n have someone else do it fer him. And it was a good way to get things set back on track fer the good ol' usual day-in, day-out.

Fer the most part, anywhey, because who the fuck knew when the island'd give that a little run fer its money.

[[ and open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

howareyanow

To get in the spirit of the upcoming trip a little, Wayne decided to do a few things...different for breakfast that morning, after doing a little bit of research over the weekend and figuring there's be all sorts of fuss over him deviating from the typical fare as if he didn't ever do anything like that before.

Sure, sure, there were still all the usuals. You had to have pancakes 'cause they were the foundation of the tradition, and all the usual meats and eggs and potatoes and fruits, but he thought he'd also throw in a little tapsilog and some tortang giniling with pork in there, too.

Because, when you got right down to it, they weren't really that far from the stuff he'd traditionally make, anyway, just with a little bit of a touch of something new and interesting. Which was a thing he did, from time to time, it was just not anything he planned on getting too carried away with!

Just don't expect him to actually pronounce the names of the food properleh. He couldn't even get some English words right, after all.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!

Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.

Oh, the scandal!

Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.

She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.

[[ ~~and take bets for how many times my computer crashes while I try to make ocd~~ none! it crashed none times! It's a Valentine's Day miracle! go forth and get weird with your hands, everyone ]]

howareyanow

Wayne may have been feeling just a little bit...funneh that morning (the highlights on hockeyfights.com that he started his day with were always exciting, sure, but never exactly that exciting), but it seemed as though he weren't the only thing funneh about this morning. Oh, well, sure, things were on track with breakfast, fer the most part, all the proper food in the fridge, the cabinets regular cabinets again, and he got started on the coffee and the prep work jus' fine, but the problem seemed to be the pancakes. Not how they tasted, or anything like that, and mebbe it was just him, but he could have sworn, every time he poured a pancake into the pan, it just wound up looking...

Well. He wasn't sure there was really a polite way to put it. But they ended up looking very much not like pancakes, and much more like...well...

There was no polite way to say it, so he wouldn't say it at all.

He almost thought that, if the pancakes were gonna go and insist on being...funneh, then maybe he should skip the pancakes all together. But his sense for tradition was far stronger than his sense for propriety, and so it seemed like all them inappropriately suggestive pancake shapes were here to stay.

Which he may have then regretted, as it seemed his initial consideration of the normal foods was incorrect, or, at least, it had changed ~~while writing the post~~ while he cooked, because it appeared as though all the usual maple syrup to accompany said pancakes had definitely been replaced with...whipped cream.

"Inappropriate!" he told the fridge after squinting at it in disapproval, but what could he do? Alls he wanted was to have a nice Monday morning breakfast, because, y'know. Tradition.

[[ open breakfast is open! And sex pollen weekend has already broken my computer, as it has literally crashed every single time I've made a post so far today. Thanks, computer! ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

Time to find out if the smoke alarms worked! Tisarwat was trying her hand at cooking again.

Actually, though, she was doing fairly well so far, but that was just because it was sort of difficult to mess up a food that's instructions were basically "put in bowl, microwave, stir, enjoy." She'd even managed to ensure that the bowl was actually safe for the microwave, and nothing caught on fire when she put it in.

It even looked pretty good when she eventually pulled it out, grabbing a spoon, glad for her gloves because the exterior of the bowl was very hot. But when she dug in her spoon and took a tentative bite, she was in for a surprise.

"How is it still cold?"

Not just that, but the outside was plenty warm, it was just the middle that was so cold, it may as well have been frozen.

"This planet," she murmured, to no one in particular, obviously, because she was by herself, as she stirred the bowl and put it back in the microwave for another round, "has the worst technology..."

[[ open common room is open! Work has eaten my SOUUUUUUUL ;_; ]]

hashtag_chocobro

It was finally here! Prompto's favorite day of the entire Earth year: PUPPY BOWL SUNDAY! It had actually almost snuck up on him, since he didn't really follow sports even back on his own planet, much less this one, and he knew it was tied in with some other apparently big sporting event, but who even cared about that when there were puppies plaiyng sports instead? Oh, man. Words could seriously not express how much he loved the Puppy Bowl. The only thing that would be better than puppies playing football would be, like....chocobos playing polo.

Note to self: look into chocobo polo leagues.

Anyway! In his excitement, he'd even gotten up early to make sure everything was set for the party, from snacks to decorations to making sure he remembered what channel it was even going to be on. And then it was a matter of just hanging out and hoping people showed up, but even if they didn't, it was still watching puppies play football, and so there was no way he could lose in a situation like that.

It would seem like a waste of a lot of paper and energy if his flyers hadn't enticed people to come, but OHHHH WEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!

[[ open puppy party is open! Minor OCD (which is up!). Up early because it CAN be and because I have work later which makes posting OCD a little tricky! ]]

howareyanow

Well. The normalcy around here had been nice...while it lasted.

Wayne should have expected he'd been having it going a bit too easily around here lateleh, so he didn't feel too terribly surprised when he walked into the common room that morning to get a start on breakfast and found that all of the cabinets had been turned into foam.

Which...well. The stove and fridge were all still normal, but one couldn't help looking at the mugs and plates and bowls just shoved into these new design features without worrying a bit about the basic structural integrity of the thing and just feeling generally uncomfortable about it in general. It seemed to be working fine fer right now, but just seemed like not so good an idea and he was really hoping it was just a little Fandom blip of weirdness and not something that was intended to stay.

Perhaps it was a good thing, too, that the foam kitchen was so distracting that Wayne hadn't even noticed the temporary upholsery work on the couch.

[[ open breakfast is open, and I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, PERSON WHO KNOWS WHO SHE IS ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had to admit, he was feeling pretty glad that he'd managed to get back to Fandom not only in time to squeeze in one last Monday morning breakfast before both the new semester and the new year (and, it should be noted, he was damn pleased to find out that the tradition had been upheld even in his absense, although, considering the thrill Nina got whenever she managed to 'steal' it from him, he wasn't too terribly surprised, but you didn't need to be surprised to appreciate something!). And, considering the circumstances, he felt it was pretty appropriate for the last Monday morning breakfast of the year and the semester to incorperate some of the weird space food Lana had gotten him for the holiday.

There was, of course, regular Earth food, too, fer anyone who might not like their pancakes blue or their eggs purple or their meat...relatively unidentified, but the point was, there were options, and, in a way, that's what made Wayne feel like it was particularleh fitting, when you got right down to it.

[[ open breakfast is open! With some SP for work warning, because who needs a consistent work schedule, anyway? not me, apparently! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne fucking loved Christmas, there was no doubt about that, and, by the time he'd finished with everything back at the farm, there was hardly any time left before Christmas, and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to go back to school for maybe two whole fucking classes and then go right on back to Letterkenny for Christmas, so he'd pert'near decided to just stay put for a while. But now that Christmas and Boxing Day was out of the way, it looked like he was heading on back finally.

And straight into an Impromptu (but not really, since he'd been planning it, just didn't tell anyone) Belated Christmas Party.

Look. He had gifts for everyone, you see, and giving out gifts during a Christmas party was tradition, and everyone knew how Wayne felt about tradition. Even if it was December 28th. But fuck all if Fandom ever really cared about things like proper dates and reality and what-have-you in the first place.

He may have even sent out a few messages. He may have also sent squirrels out to alert people, feeling like a real fuckin' Disney princess over here, and then he got things set up, which mostly just involved food and stuff for Christmas drinks (classy ones, though, gotta keep it classy until midnight, when it would be time for the Three Wisemen), Christmas movies on rotation on the TV, and Wayne, set off to the side in an armchair with a small little Christmas tree sitting on a table beside him (because a tree was tradition), ready to dole out gifts.

He made sure the first gift went out to Prompto, though, because while he really didn't care too much for the weird skid kid, he was still a friend and Nina's brother now, apparentleh, so he got a gift, and an important one for the night, too. Prompto was no Bonnie McMurray, but he was a good photographer, so Wayne could entrust in him a disposable camera to keep all the memories of the night.

If the guy would ever stop gushing over the fact that Wayne had even gotten him anything and was giving him such an important task, to the point where Wayne just had to interrupt with a very firm, "Well, pitter-patter," and told Prompto to just send the next person over already.

It probably wouldn't be the best fucking Christmas ever, but it was still probably going to be a pretty darn good one.

[[ impromptu (but not really because I've been mostly planning this for weeks now) belated christmas party OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Let's get at 'er! Up stupid early because I have to be at work stupid early, and a little SP more'n likeleh because of said stupid work, buuuuut I haaaaad to have Wayne do his Christmas gift thing! ]]

bookbeltof_love

"Ohmygosh, stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, kicking a fruitcake away as she slid into the common room, looking around hopefully, only to realize that…

Well, it was her making breakfast this week.

The fruitcake was coming back and it had a friend with it. Nina eyed them both. "Don't even," she warned them. "Or else, like, I'll turn you into breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't think I won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All it would take is some chop, chop, chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd never seen fruitcake look apprehensive before—then again, she'd never met killer fruitcake before either—but Nina stuck her tongue out at them and flounced over to the kitchen, ready to make parfaits, sausages and apple turnovers because if no one else was going to make breakfast, well, that was what she wanted to eat.

So there.

But, like, obviously, since it was breakfast, anyone who wanted to come by and eat was totally welcome.

[Open breakfast is open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine hadn't heard radio yet, and she was just going about her day. She got some breakfast, put on some coffee, and was going to throw away some trash when she spotted the shadow of a little spring of mistletoe hanging over her. She actually didn't think too much about it until she moved and the shadow also moved, like it was following her.

She moved back into the living area, and the mistletoe followed, and she was already facepalming. Fine. Gonna be one of those days.

[Open!]

bookbeltof_love

Had Nina planned on having a party when she'd woken up that morning?

Nnnnnnnnnnnope!

But, like, really when the gremlins had burst into her room that morning to carol at her about some harking herald singing or something like that, Nina had a) hid under her blankets and made a despairing noise because ladies were supposed to be woken by soulful serenading and not… that… and b) had started pondering ways to use this since it was clearly the method of madness that the island was going with today.

Hence. A party! Then all she'd needed was a theme, to really tie it all together, and the island did tend to lend itself to a certain direction…………… so, like, some frantic Googling (she loved the internet), some tromping about in the snow being trailed by gremlin carolers as she bought things and then, by evening, she had it all ready to go.

( Email to ALL CURRENT STUDENTS under the cut! )

Okay, cool. Email sent out! Now to see if anyone else was willing to help her do this or if the rest of the dorms would just be subjected to her idea of holiday decorating! Mwahaha!

And, in the corner, on the impromptu stage she'd set up for them, the caroling gremlins sang their little hearts out.

[Email was sent to all current students. If your character wouldn't use/get email, feel free to mod having run into a bubbly Nina who babbled about the party at you. Also, naturally, open common room is open! ~~Plz hold for small~~ OCD is up, run free!]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had dithered that morning.

Like, maybe, just maybe if she put it off for a bit, Wayne would show up and it would be like normal and—

Ugh.

Stealing the common room, stealing breakfast, was no fun when there was no one on the island to steal it from…

But, like, still. It was tradition.

And, really, Nina needed to eat breakfast anyway…

So she turned the radio on to jingle-y carols about a holiday she was sort of hit-or-miss about the meaning of and, in the name of breakfast, in the name of Wayne, in the name of she was hungry…

She was making breakfast.

And if that breakfast was leaning heavily towards French toast, yogurt, and fruit, rather than pancakes and sausages and eggs, well… so there, Wayne.

[Open breakfast is open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had actually thought it might be a normal enough day today. She thought that right up until she went into the common room to see what there was to make for dinner, and turned the TV on for some kind of background noise only to find out that every channel was the Yule Log.

Fine. She left it and started looking through stuff in the kitchen. Actually, the fire crackling noise was kind of soothing.

[Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne had been here long enough that, well, he could sort of regard something like all this chocolate in literally every single cabinet of the kitchen was something that could be turned into a 'life gives you lemons' situation, only it was with chocolate and not lemons.

Which was why the pancakes that morning were chocolate, and Wayne whipped them up alongside a few prepared defenses for said chocolate, knowing how sometimes Nina seemed to get a little squirrely about him actually deviating from his usual and making a fuss about it (and then turning right back around and likeleh accussing him of being too stubborn and stuck in his ways!).

It should be noted, though, that each and every pancake had precisely five pieces of chocolate in it. One at each corner, then one right in the middle, because anything more than that was just dessert.

[[ open breakfast is open! and posted before 8am my time because, apparentleh, if it's not posted by then, people start lookin' to steal it ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

When Sidon woke up that morning, his tank runneth over...quite literally, although thankfully not with water, but instead...with fish! He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, beyond perhaps the island being in one of its odd yet generous moods, but there was far more fish that he himself could even eat. Not wanting to let such a bounty go to waste, then, he headed down to the common room to at least prepare some of it to be refrigerated or frozen for later consumption.

Only to discover that the bounty had extended to the common room, as well, only in the form of copious amounts of rice and seaweed.

Well, clearly, this fortitious combination of items called for one thing and one thing alone: an impromptu sushi-making party!

Sidon quickly found his phone and sent a text to anyone he thought might be interested, which could very well have been entirely all of his contacts in his phone:

It appears as though we are full up on all the wonderful components to making an excellent spread of fresh and exquisite sushi! Come and join me in the fourth floor common room if you desire to assist and/or partake in this gloriously delicious undertaking!

If anything, at least Sidon had the firm knowledge in knowing he'd at least eat well for the next couple of days, but this much fish was clearly meant to be shared!

[[ IDK. Come save me from work-related ennui...which may randomly turn in work-related SP. If you want to have received a text, you did! Or just come wandering in, that's good, too! Either way, it's oooopeeennnn! ]]

crack_that_whip

Trevor was totally getting a hang of this place. He knew how to use a toaster now, he knew that there was food in the fridges. Also what fridges were. So, you know. Doin' just fine.

But the highlight of it all was finding out that there was a tree on the roof that had pillows as fruit. Made about as much sense as anything else this weekend, so there he was picking aaaall the pillows for what might end up being a pillow fort once he got them all inside.

Living the dream.

[totes open!]

hashtag_chocobro

After a conversation with Sabine yesterday about art and some of the more...err...destructive natures of her particular style of art, Prompto had an idea, especially since, well, it seemed like he was one of the few grown-ups even left in the dorms this weekend and it was probably a good idea to have something all the little kidlets could do that was somewhat contained and keeping them out of trouble.

Because, you know, babysitting his wee tiny little sister and a wee tiny little Zora (SO wee tiny, wtf, Sidon??) wasn't enough. He was also taking it on himself to plan a little art party, too. Out on the deck, where there was plenty of space and clean-up was a little easier and not likely to make Fosse pretty much hate everything about this weekend (if he didn't already).

So the deck was covered in layers of big pieces of paper, ready to be turned into art, and there were paints and markers and crayons and whatever other art supply Prompto could think of and find (which meant yes, tons of glitter, sorry, Fosse, it couldn't all be avoided!). But there was also a collection of..."bombs"....little things like eggs and grapes and blueberries and water balloons with some paint and food coloring in them that could be thrown onto the deck and explode to give things that little extra Sabine-inspired flair.

And smocks.

So many smocks.

Prompto was making it his personal goal to make sure no kid even got close to touching this stuff until they had a smock on, and he got Sidon on board with it, because he was a good little Zora, and very energetic, so he will chase you down until you obliged, dang it!

[[ ART PARTY! Come make a mess and/or make Prompto flail a little! No OCD, chaos encouraged, please mod your supplies and various art "bombs"! I still have a few hours of work left, though, so I'll be slow to ping back until then! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina was on a quest!

A journey! An adventure!

There was a naked cat in the bedroom and she needed to find it clothes! There hadn't been any clothes that had fit the cat in the bedroom ~~that had been within reach~~, which meant that she had to venture out and inspect other drawers and cupboards because the poor thing was going to get cold!

And everyone knew that cats didn't like hats very much.

(The naked cat had really not liked it when Nina had tried to put one on it, at least.)

The naked cat had refused to come with her (Nina had the scratch on her arm to prove it) and the friendly pink jelly blob had made funny noises at her and while she'd been giggling had rolled under the door and away.

Which was just another reason to go exploring! Maybe she could find the jelly blob and make friends with it? That'd be so fun--

But quietly.

If she was quiet, after all, she wouldn't be in anyone's way and no one would notice her and that would mean she'd be a good girl and her game wouldn't be stopped so she wasn't in anyone's way.

Nina poked her head into the open door and, seeing that no one was in there, tiptoed her way over to all the big drawers, ignoring the soft looking couches and the big black mirror things. She peered into the metal box with the handle on it and the metal bars inside of it and opened the humming box that turned out to have some food in it, though she didn't touch any of it because it wasn't hers and she didn't know what a lot of it even was and even the fact that she was able to read some didn't help her out.

What was mar-jar-in anyway?

She found a bag of rice in another drawer, once she'd abandoned the humming cold box, leaving the door ajar accidentally, and then a bunch of pots and pans, which made her think she wasn't going to find clothes in what might be a kitchen but, really, now that she was here she had to check all of them, right?

That was what adventurers would do! Right!

[Open, naturally!]

howareyanow

Well. Let's see.

All the food Wayne had picked up for breakfast in the morning was present and accounted for. The milk was the right color (for Earth, anywhey), there was no blood in the coffee (fake or otherwise), the lights worked, the stove worked, the only critters that seemed to need being accounted fer were the usual radio squirrels...

Looks like it was a fine day for breakfast, one without anything too squirrelly goin' on, and so that put Wayne in a pretty good mood and maybe even made him a little hopeful for a nice, quiet sort of week after all the Halloween nonsense. Even if it did mean all his classmates would wind up just bored and needing to explore other parts of the dorms, he was absolutely fine with just a nice normal morning with some nice normal breakfast, and he'd preferred it that way, too.

It'd be nice if the rest of the breakfasts for at least this month could be that way, but Wayne defintiely wasn't bettin' the farm on it.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was bored. She was in that kind of mood where inspiration wasn't really striking, she'd just finished a bunch of projects and now there was nothing good on TV. Mostly she was on the sofa, flipping through channels she'd already flipped through, wondering if maybe she should put on Netflix and see what autoplayed.

Or maybe people would come by to keep her entertained?

[SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURING RETURNS. Open if you wanna go!

ETA: adventure is a go!]

crack_that_whip

So, there were some homicidal clowns out and about on the island today. Which was infinitely better than being hugged by a goddamn rug, so Trevor was more than willing to get on board the clown fighting train.

He'd found a decent spot to keep an eye out over the area and gotten his whip ready for a decent fight as one loomed on the horizon.

And waited. And waited a little more.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," he grumbled as the clown very slowly made it's way toward him.

[So very open!]

howareyanow

Now what kind of buck futtery was all this, then?

Monday Morning Breakfast was going to be a bit later than usual today, because of course Wayne would have spent a good chuck of time when he first arrived in the common room trying to figgur out all that was wrong with the lights. It did start to become clear at some point, though, that, whatever it was, it was more'n likeleh just the island messin' with them as it had been pretty consistently for the last week, so Wayne, running out of logical solutions to an illogical problem anywhey, just said fuck it and got to cooking by candlelight, because everything else was working and then there was the fact that he'd opened a drawer to find nothing but tapered candles just waiting to be lit.

Gave the whole place a certain atmosphere, that was fer sure, especially when you considered all the scurrying in the shadows and especially if you considered that the scurrying today sounded quite a bit different than the usual scurrying of squirrels he'd gotten quite a bit used to.

[[ i'd have a candlelit breakfast. Open, of course! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine woke up looking pretty much like an older version of her little brother that she hadn't seen in over a year, so that was a thing.

She also woke up not able to fit into her clothes, and the armor was just out of the question. Luckily she remembered the existence of the clothing tree ~~that I totally had to look up~~ on the roof. So she was going to go up there in her sleep clothes and raid that sucker so she could go to class like a normal, uncomfortable person.

It was almost comforting that her hair at least was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

[Open!]

crack_that_whip

With the crowd of people one floor up, Trevor was just going to sneak into the common room to get food without running into anyone in his state.

Which would be why there was a strange girl, sitting on the ground down out of sight, eating a pilfered breakfast.

Just normal things around here.

[open! totally ruin his morning]

bookbeltof_love

Was Nina messing with tradition?

Nina was super messing with tradition!

Partly because she'd woken up early, confirmed that everyone was as they should be (and that Foomy was no longer… what… he'd been…) and then been unable to get back to sleep and partly because after last week's sprinkles, she'd decided that enough was enough and that clearly Wayne needed a break!

So she got to the common room first!

She was, after all, perfectly capable of making delicious and healthy pancakes and waffles, and sausage and bacon and scrambled eggs herself and cutting up fruit really took no effort at all and if it wasn't as fancy as Wayne's quiche, well, she was confident that it was at least tasty.

Out of consideration for what Tisarwat had told her about gloves and their properness, just in case the other girl showed up, Nina was cooking while wearing gloves. Not her pretty, fancy ones. But a simple black pair, ones that wouldn't show a stain too badly, if it came to that.

Nina hummed as she bopped along to a song only in her head.

[Tradition usurped with permission from

howareyanow! Open breakfast is open!]

bookbeltof_love

"And then the Princess Ce'na encountered the Maze of Longing with her loyal and faithful knight, Sir Foomy, at her side…," Nina narrated for the sake of the video she was shooting. Of, yes, bird!Vette (now an amnesiac princess bird!Vette) and her loyal jelly demon and the maze that Nina had made out of the common room floor.

It had taken her a few hours of drawing to get how to summon that down pat, but given that the bird princess and the jelly knight slept more than she did, well, Nina had had the time.

And it was worth it to watch Princess Ce'na trepidatiously enter the maze of string-trees and origami leaves that shivered in winds unknown to find, perhaps, a way to regain her memories!

Nina was… still probably not the best one to leave people trapped by tropes with all weekend.

"Would the maze treat them kindly? Or would they never be heard from again???????????"

On cue, there was the cawing laughter of crows.

"And what of the evil Miss Dozy, waiting at the other end of the maze????????"

Miss Dozy yawned, so thoroughly over this game. Nina was undeterred.

[Open, of course! Mind the maze that's taken up most of the floor!]

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