Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[likes_chicken]

Hurley wasn't really throwing a 'party', per se. If it was a party, it'd be a 'let's stay inside and away from the creepy monsters' party. But really, it was just Hurley making waffles in the fifth floor common room, with the TV showing some roller derby movieHe'd happily give waffles to anyone. Waffles were best shared, after all. And on a week

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[flowering_mind]

"I hate everything," Ino informed him, slinking from her room into the common room and over to a couch. "Everything ever."

This was an exaggeration.

[likes_chicken]

"Do you hate waffles?" Hurley said. "Because I'm not offering you any if you hate those."

He'd actually ask about what was bothering her in a moment. He figured she needed some time to vent before then.

[flowering_mind]

"Is there caramel in them?"

... who put caramel in waffles, Ino?

"If not, I guess I don't hate them."

[likes_chicken]

"No caramel, I promise," Hurley said. "Just batter. Well, I could put chocolate chips in if you like. Erm, assuming you want some. Cause I can make some more."

He hoped waffles might help her.

[tasenburn]

Elle was still weirded out by her monkey-pony-thing encounter earlier in the week, so she'd actually managed to not set foot outdoors for more than a couple minutes since then. Go her!

Now, though, she was starving and kind of hoping that satisfying that wasn't going to involve leaving the building. Clearly she'd forgotten the common room rule -- no matter what time, at least one common room always had someone with food.

"Ooh, waffles!"

[likes_chicken]

"There are no waffles," Hurley joked. "You must've been out in the fog too long."

Dick move, Hurley.

[tasenburn]

And that? Would be Elle's face falling faster than a souffle.

"Now I'm hallucinating food, too?"

She whimpered.

[likes_chicken]

And Hurley's fell just as fast. "Oh, dude, I'm just joking. There are waffles. You totally get as many waffles as you want."

[likethestore]

After the afternoon she'd had, K-Mart needed the company of people and not dinosaurs, poo-slinging monkey-ponies, or mad scientists.

Therefore, she was prowling the common rooms. Because while you got the occasional argument in which the students resembled poo-flinging monkeys, she was totally and completely safe.

"Dude!" she called with a weary look on her face.

[likes_chicken]

"Dude?" Hurley said, turning to her. He'd just closed the waffle iron on a fresh waffle. "...you don't look so good, K-Mart. What's up?"

[likethestore]

"Fucking crazy scientist dude's holed up in a friggin' warehouse in town." She flopped down onto a couch. "I mean, seriously. What the hell?"

[likes_chicken]

"That sounds like a bad episode of Expose," Hurley said, stepping over to be able to talk to her better. "But I'm guessing it's like... evil dude behind the fog or something?"