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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/28].
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howareyanowNow 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! ]]
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! ]]