Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[missed_the_gate]

Lazy was taking a new form of extreme when John decided to just chill in the common room after making a fresh pot of strong coffee

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[iruinenglish]

Buffy was either on the hunt for people or junk food, whichever made itself available first, which was how she ended up two floors above her own. "Hangover?" she guessed when she saw John.

[missed_the_gate]

"Only if hangovers extend to dancing," John replied. "But the need for coffee is strong. You?"

[iruinenglish]

"Noooo," she said, shaking her head, not sure how to even go about touching the dancing thing. "Well, the coffee's good, but I'm happy and hangover-free. Also, no food poisoning. So we're clear."

[missed_the_gate]

"Did I miss a food poisoning threat somewhere?" John wondered. "Should we all avoid Outback for a few weeks?"

[notqueenyet]

"I smell coffee," Aravis said, after trekking up the stairs in search of it. Her head hurt too much to try to make tea.

[missed_the_gate]

"Then your nose is working," John informed her. "Had it been broken long?"

[notqueenyet]

Aravis made a face at him. "Shhhh, I've a headache. I believe you're permitted to state the obvious when you feel as ill as I do."

[missed_the_gate]

"Too much to drink?" John whispered. "We could get you some champagne to fulfill that hair of the dog that bit you thing."

[likes_chicken]

Hurley wandered into his own common room.

"Coffee? This late?"

He could smell it, after all.

[missed_the_gate]

"Blasphemy! It's never too late for coffee," John chided his neighbor.

[likes_chicken]

Hurley chuckled. "I'm just sayin', dude. Last night was the one for staying up super late."

[missed_the_gate]

"Well, I apologize in advance if I keep you up making a racket from across the hall," John said, sounding apologetic.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela had portaled back from Rome with the intention of going straight to her room. Unfortunately she was still groggy from anesthetic they'd used during the operation.

It didn't help that they'd had to flush her system of drugs and then reintroduce the conditioning cocktail. Her body was still trying to cope, which left her distracted and prone to mood swings.

"This... isn't my floor," she said to no one in particular as she looked around the common room.

[missed_the_gate]

"You think that's bad, I don't know whose coffee this is," John replied with a bright smile.

[sorella_vecchia]

"It's not mine, if that helps?" Triela offered doubtfully.

[missed_the_gate]

"Good, because I figured if they left it on the counter it was free for all to take."