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fandomhighdorms2019-07-22 06:22 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2019-07-22 06:22 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/22].
Well. That was...
...interesting seemed too nice a word for it. In general, Wayne felt that, when a man goes into a refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends, especially when a man went into that refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends every week, he shouldn't be sucked on through that refrigerator and wind up somewhere else entirely, which made getting some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends difficult.
Especially since there wasn't a whole lot of breakfast food sitting around in a war room somewhere, where some dude who had the gall to look like him was hunched over some mapss and a dome going over a plan on jumps and warheads frying electonics and he didn't know what the fuck all else. Sounded like some video game nonsense, he'd never had to jump from a plane into a city with a warhead about to go off or nothing before (although there was that one in the park he'd briefly considered kicking), but he wasn't quite sure that was how it worked, there, bud. So Wayne didn't feel he had much to contribute to that particular situation and went off to maybe find breakfast food, which then wound up landing him right back in the common room where he started.
But not he wasn't so sure he could trust the refrigerator to not just go and do the same thing again, or, even worse, land him somewhere else still, but, at the same time, he couldn't have Monday morning breakfast without Monday morning breakfast, and he wasn't about to cave in and just call for pizzas after just one try. Bracing himself, he opened the refrigerator again, then breathed out a small sigh of relief that it was back to normal enough that he could grab his food and get to work, but he did so quickly because, fuck, who even knew how long it would last before it decided to suck people back up into different worlds again?
He was going to be a little suspicious of opening the oven or even the cupboards now, at this point, fuck...A man should be able to just make breakfast without worrying about being sucked into some alternate dimension!
[[ open common room is open, while I just be a dork about getting to work in Jared Keeso's very small but very important role in 2014's Godzilla movie somewhere~~ ]]
[[and now even in the right community, lol ]]
...interesting seemed too nice a word for it. In general, Wayne felt that, when a man goes into a refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends, especially when a man went into that refrigerator to get some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends every week, he shouldn't be sucked on through that refrigerator and wind up somewhere else entirely, which made getting some food so that he could fix up some breakfast for his friends difficult.
Especially since there wasn't a whole lot of breakfast food sitting around in a war room somewhere, where some dude who had the gall to look like him was hunched over some mapss and a dome going over a plan on jumps and warheads frying electonics and he didn't know what the fuck all else. Sounded like some video game nonsense, he'd never had to jump from a plane into a city with a warhead about to go off or nothing before (although there was that one in the park he'd briefly considered kicking), but he wasn't quite sure that was how it worked, there, bud. So Wayne didn't feel he had much to contribute to that particular situation and went off to maybe find breakfast food, which then wound up landing him right back in the common room where he started.
But not he wasn't so sure he could trust the refrigerator to not just go and do the same thing again, or, even worse, land him somewhere else still, but, at the same time, he couldn't have Monday morning breakfast without Monday morning breakfast, and he wasn't about to cave in and just call for pizzas after just one try. Bracing himself, he opened the refrigerator again, then breathed out a small sigh of relief that it was back to normal enough that he could grab his food and get to work, but he did so quickly because, fuck, who even knew how long it would last before it decided to suck people back up into different worlds again?
He was going to be a little suspicious of opening the oven or even the cupboards now, at this point, fuck...A man should be able to just make breakfast without worrying about being sucked into some alternate dimension!
[[ open common room is open, while I just be a dork about getting to work in Jared Keeso's very small but very important role in 2014's Godzilla movie somewhere~~ ]]
[[and now even in the right community, lol ]]
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"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOOOOORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Nina was, uh, maybe happy to have limbs again as she bounced into the common room. Besides, like, she had to make up for not being able to say it last week!
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"Careful with the fridge," he added, since it seemed an important enough of a warning to warrant veering away from his traditional greeting. "It's actin' a bit..." He squinted in search of just the right word for it, "...funneh."
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“I’m great!!!!!!!!” she said happily, “and... how funny is the fridge acting???? Do you need help with breakfast???????? How are you doing????????”
It was weird, really, for him to be behind like he was.
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Only it was very clear by his tone and the downcast expression on his face that this wasn't entirely true. It was weird, for him to be behind like he was, especially considering that he took pride in his efficiency and punctuality. But the reason for that tied in nicely with the rest of her questions.
"'Cept," he said, squaring his shoulders in that way he had when he was about to launch into a particularly odious complaint, "it's the whole thing with the fridge, actin' a bit...funneh. Seems its got a mind to just go ahead and take people mindin' their own business, tryin' to make breakfast, and suck 'em in and 'em off to some different dimension. On a Monday, bloody Monday! Now, I'd like to say to this fridge, if you want to suck people on in through to different dimensions, that's fine, but do it on a Saturday. Do it on a fuckin' Tuesday afternoon. Don't go doing it on a Monday, when someone's trying to make breakfast, because breakfast on Monday's a tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!"
He gave his pancake an angry flip.
This had clearly been stewing a bit inside him since he got back...