3rd Floor Common Room - Late Saturday Morning

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck...didn't cook breakfast. Or couldn't, rather. He could make cereal, yes, and he was fairly sure toast was within his capabilities but anything involving a the stove or a microwave for an extended period of time was out of the question. The stove because he'd most likely catch whatever he was attempting to make on fire. The microwave because,

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[mauledbyabear]

Emmett was glad that he found Chuck in the common room. He didn't really want to see what the Bass inner sanctum looked like. He imagined a lot of fog and eerie organ music.

"Bass. Got a question for you."

[rocksthescarf]

"Yes, that outfit makes you look pale," Chuck answered, not looking up from his orange.

[mauledbyabear]

"Hey, you're not exactly Alexander Hamilton yourself," Emmett said.

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck looked up at Emmett and stared for a second.

"George Hamilton."

[therhimineecat]

Seregil had emerged from his room and had gone in search of food and perhaps companionship.

What he found was Chuck eating an orange.

Unfortunately Seregil didn't know enough to keep searching.

[rocksthescarf]

Oh, look, a new friend for Chuck to make.

...or someone to make him breakfast. Pretty much the same thing in Chuck's mind.

"Hello."

Look at him, being all friendly.

[therhimineecat]

"Hello," Seregil replied. "Are there any more oranges?"

[rocksthescarf]

"A lot more," Chuck said, shifting over a little bit so he could reach the bowl of fruit had been sitting in front of. "I was hoarding them for myself but since you asked..."

[joan_notjane]

Joan wandered into the common room in search of breakfast.

"Morning, Chuck."

She immediately went to start a pot of coffee.

[rocksthescarf]

"Hello, Joan," Chuck said. "How are you this morning?"

[joan_notjane]

"Hungry," Joan said. Once she got the coffee going, she moved to the fridge to see what was available.

"Looks like there's stuff to make omelets in here," she said, pulling out a carton of eggs, a bag of shredded cheese and a few veggies.

[rocksthescarf]

"Is there?" Chuck asked. "I had no idea. 'Course you'd probably have to know what an omelet was made of to notice that sort of thing."

He knew the egg part of the omelet, for the record. It was the other stuff that was confusing.

[bitch_prince]

Having escaped to turn to his own devices some time into the morning, Arthur strode into the common room with all the royal bearing befitting a teenage lion whose glorious mane had not quite completely grown in yet.

He shot Chuck a baleful look.

[rocksthescarf]

Okay, there were three stages to seeing something weird in the common room.

The initial reaction was something along the lines of 'omgwtf'. Which Chuck did internally because, hi, no sudden movements around the kitty.

This was followed by the 'fucking Fandom' reaction. Which, for Chuck, consisted of an eyeroll and a sigh.

And then you moved on to the 'deal and snark' stage. Which was what Chuck was on now.

"Did someone lose their giant cat?"

[bitch_prince]

There were also three stages to being the something weird in a common room, Arthur found, and he was going through them in rapid succession -- starting with annoyance (the glare got worse), moving up into resignation (a bit of a sigh in return) and ending in...

Well, it was Arthur, so it ended in annoyance again as he made a rather good bid at sort of half-roaring at Chuck. Just to get his annoyance across.

[rocksthescarf]

"Hey! I was just asking a question!" Chuck said. He lifted up his legs and sat cross-legged on the counter because, hi, lion. "Don't get snippy."

Oh, for fuck's sake, why was he talking to a cat?

[rocksthescarf]

Oh, look, cute girl. Cute young girl. That was always good.

"Morning," Chuck said, giving her a smile and leaning back against the cabinets he was sitting in front of. If she wanted to get in there she'd have to ask nicely. Or put up with Chuck's flirting for a couple of minutes.

[rocksthescarf]

"Hmm...I don't know," Chuck said. "This whole orange peeling thing is kind of important."