Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Morning]

[wantstocheer]

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

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[lovemykilt]

Eddie was looking around for an exit when he was distracted by the smell of food. Hopefully free food. And not just because he couldn't find his wallet.

He threw a playful little dance step into his walk when he saw the blonde. "Good morning."

[wantstocheer]

"Hi," Claire said, turning to look at... well, okay then. He sounded like Priestly or Dean but he certainly didn't look like either of them at the moment. Maybe Priestly was gremlin bit?

"Um, would you like some pancakes?"

[lovemykilt]

Dean or Priestly if one of them had eaten a giant ball of smarm, sure. "I would love some pancakes. It's so nice of you to offer." He danced in a small circle, looking around. "Is there a radio in here? We need music!"

[wantstocheer]

"Yeah, sure," Claire said, pointing in the direction of said radio. "Are you new around here?" she asked.

[blondecanary]

Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary, had awakened in costume, in what looked like a college dorm room. Some investigation had determined that the room was in Maryland, and probably a school named Fandom.

Aaaand Oracle wasn't answering her calls. Great. Time to investigate.

She headed down the hallway, and paused when she reached a common area near the stairs. "Hi. Those smell good." She tried a rueful smile. "Do you mind telling me, where am I, exactly?"

[lovemykilt]

"You," said Eddie G., "are in luck." She'd found him, hadn't she? "Hellooo there."

Seriously, there were like, waves of smarm coming off this guy.

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave him a deadpan look in response. Okay, she had terrible taste in men, but there were levels she wasn't going to explore... again. "Hey," she said with some reserve. "Nice kimono. I'm Black Canary. Know anything about this place?"

[lovemykilt]

He could work with deadpan. "Woke up in a room where this --" he gestured to the kimono while doing a little rhamba kind of thing, "-- was the classiest thing on offer. Thankfully I had the wisdom to go look for better things."

[vanillajello]

Kate had already had a few yet to be played out weird encounters by the time she made it to the common room.

Which would explain the "Oh please tell me you're Claire" that escaped her lips as soon as she spotted the other girl.

[wantstocheer]

"Who's Claire?" she joked. "Sorry, Kate, yeah it's me. But, um, you and I seem to be in the minority."

[vanillajello]

Kate groaned. "So it's full-on insanity again, huh? Fucking Fandom."

[wantstocheer]

"So it seems," Claire said. "Want some pancakes?"

They would totally help.

[gorka_wolf]

She came in, frying pan held loosely in one hand as she opened the door of the fridge, pulling out an egg out and turning it over in her hand.

"This is your brain," she began, setting it on the counter carefully before launching into the rest of her tirade, destroying some dishes which had not been there a moment before.

When she was done, she dropped her frying pan on the counter, looking at everyone in the room. "Any questions?" she asked, before turning and walking out of the room.

[Yes, Makita is the 'Brain on Drugs' girl. This is what happens when people enable me in chat.]

[wantstocheer]

And there would be a vastly confused Claire staring at the girl.

"Gee, thanks for leaving me your dishes!" she called out when the girl left.

[blondecanary]

"..." Right. Weirdness. "Well, that was an excellent case study in strange."

[lovemykilt]

"Looks like fun to me," Eddie G. called after her, looking over the broken egg and dishes. "Know where I can get any?"

[ooc: ILU.]

[inthereflexes]

The smell of pancakes drew a hungry Jack Burton up the stairs. Maybe food would help that weird feeling he was having, like a twitch or an unreachable itch. Ooh, pancakes!

"Those look good!"

[wantstocheer]

Claire eyed him warily, unsure if Jack was actually himself. "Help yourself."

[it helps to ping with the correct character]

[inthereflexes]

"Thanks!"

Any question if this was the right and proper Jack Burton would be answered with the stack of pancakes that were piled on the plate. "Seems like a busy Saturday. Something going on? I miss a meeting?" Jack missed a lot of things.

[wantstocheer]

"Seems to be one of those weird wacky Fandom weekends," Claire said.