Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8

[nimeni]

There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start

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[living_endless]

Didi wandered up to the fifth floor in search of company, and possibly breakfast. "Oh, hey," she greeted Bod, flicking her hair out of her eyes. "You stuck around! What are we watching?"

[nimeni]

"I haven't decided yet," he said, glancing up and over at Didi, one hand cradling the cereal against his worn t-shirt. "Is there ever anything good on during the day?"

Bod had no interest in talk shows or soap operas so he didn't hold out much hope. Sometimes there was a good documentary or movie if you were lucky.

"Do people tend not to stick around?" he asked, unable not to be curious about that statement.

[living_endless]

"Don't know," Didi said. "Cartoons? Sometimes? I don't watch enough TV to be really picky."

She shrugged at his question. "Nah, it's mostly something to say. But I'm glad you did."

[nimeni]

Cartoons were a thought. He'd only managed to catch those every so often during his travels and hadn't been disappointed. They were amusing if mindless. Bod wasn't really looking for hugely contemplative this morning either.

So, he kept clicking until he found some cartoons. "Thank you. I haven't run into anything really out of the ordinary yet. I met an angel."

[thismaskiwear]

So, someone had class in a little while. Frikkin' business class, too, what the hell, and while Katchoo was generally cranky on a daily basis anyway knowing what her immediate future had in store for her added a certain element of 'can I just stab myself in the eye instead?' to her mood.

This highly localized morning maelstrom of moodiness manifested oh god I can't stop alliterating help me itself in the common room in the form of one sleepy-looking girl in a zipped-up leather jacket and black thermal long johns visible through the half-dozen or so rips in her threadbare and paint-splattered jeans that contrasted oddly with the nearly brand-new boots, shuffling into the common room in search of coffee.

And grunting. "Oh. People. Joy."

. . . good morning to you, too, people.

[nimeni]

"Hullo," said Bod, looking up at that unimpressed greeting. Her face wasn't familiar so Bod knew it was someone he'd yet to see yet. He figured he'd run into that often. "Are we not supposed to be here?"

He hadn't seen any ownership proclamations on the common room but maybe American ways were different than British ways. Or maybe he was just overthinking this way too much.

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo didn't get out into the common areas often, to the point where this was almost like sighting a unicorn. A really pissy unicorn.

"I'm not stoppin' you, but I never said I had to like it," she said over her shoulder from the cabinets, in between muttered epithets. Stupid coffee filters sticking to each other, like making coffee didn't already take more work than she was awake for.

[nimeni]

"Why don't you like it?" wondered Bod with the curiosity of someone far younger than him. He couldn't help it. She seemed angry for no reason but Bod knew there tended to be a source. "Do you not like cartoons?"

[kestrelswolf]

The problem with having both classes at the beginning of the week meant that by the end of the week, both Firekeeper and Blind Seer were feeling a bit restless and bored. Especially during winter when there was no hunting to speak of.

"Ah, hello," Firekeeper greeted the unfamiliar boy as she wandered in to the common room.

[nimeni]

"Hullo," said Bod, using his free hand to wave in Blysse's direction. "A lot of people are up early."

It was said with some amusement. Bod didn't mind the company at all. He enjoyed it, in fact. He just hadn't know so many would be early risers.

[kestrelswolf]

She offered a smile in return. "I like this time," she offered. "There is people about, but not too many."

She found a spot leaning against one of the couches, and Blind Seer padded in to lay beside her.

[nimeni]

"Quiet but not too quiet. You can think if you want to but there's a distraction if needed," he agreed, eyes migrating from Blysse to Blind Seer. The image of Miss Lupescu in hound form popped into his mind and he smiled.

"There's cereal, if you're hungry," he felt compelled to add, still grinning a little.

[justwantsquiet]

Sookie allowed herself to sleep in a bit before showering and dressing, since she didn't have any classes on Friday, and wandered out to the common room to find breakfast. Or, at least, to acquire some coffee.

"Morning," she greeted the unfamiliar boy on the couch. "What're we watching?"

[nimeni]

"Cartoons at the moment," said Bod, giving the other girl a ghost of a smile. She seemed friendly though and he liked friendly people. "Is that all right? There's not a lot on this early."

[justwantsquiet]

"It's just background noise," she assured him with a broad smile. "My brain's still waking up. Don't worry."

[nimeni]

"There's apparently several people with awakening brains this morning," he said, glancing around the common room. "I didn't make any coffee but I found cereal if that helps."

It was helping him and it was good. And he'd done it himself. It was a simple thing, he knew, but it still made him a little proud.

[therhimineecat]

Following his resolution to not get caught up in the cycle of moping about his room and therefore getting more depressed and not wanting to leave it even more, Seregil determinedly headed down to the common room.

"Hello," he said as he came in. He looked at the tv. "Anything interesting on?"

[nimeni]

"Just cartoons right now," said Bod, looking up at the other boy. "Hullo. We haven't found anything less boring than this. And this is sometimes a little funny."

[therhimineecat]

"The whole concept of cartoons is interesting," Seregil said, sitting down. "To use many drawings to create the illusion something is moving when it is not, it's such a clever idea."

[nimeni]

"I...hadn't ever thought of it that way," admitted Bod, giving the television another long glance. The animation behind cartoons hadn't ever been something he'd thought seriously about but now that it'd been pointed out, he could see it.

"And it would seem to be a lot more difficult than regular television even if most of the cartoons I've seen are intended for children," he finally said, nodding. "A long process, perhaps. You don't need regular actors but you need drawings plus people to create the voices."