fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/28].

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! ]]

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Well, making tea by just the faint blue glow of her phone had been an interesting experience for Tisarwat, who honestly hadn't expected Wayne to go through the trouble of making breakfast under their current darkened conditions, but who also wasn't at all surprised to come upstairs and find that he still had.

"Good morning, everyone," she started in with her own standard greeting. "I've brought tea, of course, if anyone wants any..."

She wasn't entirely sure which tea it was, and she'd wasted enough of it attempting to make it that she felt a little depressed about it, but there was still tea, and that's what mattered, flask in one hand, bright glow of her phone in the other.

Pay no mind to Nina's sudden flurry of movement the moment she spotted Tisarwat coming in or how Nina abruptly had gloves on!

"Tisarwat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said happily, her beaming halo matching her smile. "I'd love tea, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And it was because of that flurry of movement that lead to those gloves that Tisarwat would easily extract one of the nice cups from her tea set from the bag she'd brought with her and actually serve her properly, but there was something going on here that was a bit more remarkable than just tea.

(Which said a lot, coming from a Radchaai).

"Nina!" she said, laughing a little with delight as she handed the cup over. "You're glowing!"

"It must be my winning personality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, giggling, as she took the cup. "But yes, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't feel like being in the dark all the time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

How would she have gotten her hair done?

"What a lovely cup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, examining it with delight.

"Thank you!" Tisarwat beamed a little (though, obviously, hardly as much as Nina right now!), just as pleased with the comment. "It's from my set from back home. I usually don't bother, since it would be terribly inappropriate to have people using it with bare hands, but now that a few of you have been so kind as to accomidate me about it, some us can have our morning tea in real Radchaai style."

She would have liked to have said civilized style, but, conveniently, Radchaai and civilized were the same word back home, and so she could say it without running the risk of anyone who didn't know any better being insulted.

"Then I'm honoured," Nina said earnestly, handling the cup with care. "And, like, really it's no trouble at all to accommodate you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We just didn't know at first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Try telling that to my friend," still weird to call her that, but it was the most serviceable word Tisarwat could think of; it was definitely more efficient than 'my co-lieutenant from a different timeline' anyway, "Seivarden. To hear her tell it, it's practically some divine miracle I've gotten anyone to even think about gloves at all. She claims it's just a student thing," Tisarwat may have rolled her lilac eyes just a bit there, "but I haven't had any trouble with..." She was still loathe to use the adult distinction, as the lieutenant of a Mercy with thousands of years of memories, "non-students."

Granted, she'd really only asked two, but that was still technically a perfect track record.

And technically correct was the best kind of correct.

As someone who frequently skated by on technicalities... yes, yes it was.

"Ooooooooooh, she's the one with the cat and is grumpy while doing radio, right?????????????????" Nina asked. "I've never met her, but if she's always grumpy then, well, that might be part of the problem right there..............."

Tisrwat knew she shouldn't, but she honestly couldn't help laughing a little, ducking her head a little as if that could hide it better. "She is always grumpy, and I wish I could explain that to her, but then she'll just be grumpy at me about it."

"Weeeeeeeeeeell, I guess if she's, like, a friend of yours, I'll be nice to her if I meet her?????????????????" Nina offered. "And I'll try to look past the grumpies since, like, that can't be all there is to her................"

She hoped.

"'Friend' is a very loose term," Tisarwat admitted. "It's just that she's from the Radch as well, so we're sort of..." She gestured a little with her hand, "friends out of circumstance."

Which seemed fitting both here and in Tisarwat's timeline, she supposed.

"It's nice having someone from home here, though."

Even if it was Seivarden Vendaai.

"But you're right. There is more to her than just grumpiness."

Like arrogance. And egotism. And selfishness...

Tisarwat was just going to sip her tea.

And, of course, along came Wayne's usual chirp of, "I'd have some tea!" only, instead just holding out his mug after draining it of coffee this time, he actually turned and maybe steppeda way from the stove a bit so Tisarwat didn't have to go stumbling around trying to find her way over and then who even knew, wind up pouring tea right on the carpet instead on account of the fickle lighting unless you were standing over by Nina.

"Tisarwat," he added, "how are ya now?"

At least in the darkened room, Tisarwat could be shieled a bit more from the horror that was always Wayne's coffee-laced tea mug as she poured.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she said, filling it up and offering a slight smile. "Do you might making a plate for me this morning?"

She knew she didn't have to specify, by now, that that meant him putting on some gloves while he made her batches of food.

"Might be a moment," Wayne admitted, giving a squint into the dark as he tried to remember just where he last saw the box of latex gloves he'd picked up for Tisarwat's breakfast. He knew they were there, but it was just a matter of finding them in the dark. "M'a bit behind from trying to figure out what was wrong with the lights."

On the one hand, he was starting to feel that anytime anything went wrong, he could just chalk it up to the island, but, on the other hand, he knew that if it hadn't been the island and he'd managed to fix it, well...then...that'd feel pretty nice, right there.

Edited 2019-10-28 20:23 (UTC)

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

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