Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

[makemyownway]

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

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[robinonadderall]

"Is there any Count Chocula in there?" Stiles asked when he came into the common room. He was being followed by a golden retriever. "None for you because you are a dog."

"I'm not that kind of dog, Stiles."

"Nope. Dog. No chocolate for you."

Be in awe of his ability to brush off weird shit that happens to him.

[makemyownway]

"I think so," the hyena offered helpfully. "The boxes are pretty yummy too."

Cade rolled his eyes. "This karking planet. I didn't need a weird fuzzy friend."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm gonna take a rain check on the boxes, but thanks," Stiles said as he made his way towards the pantry. "What's so wrong with this, man? Better than the fuzzy friends we had last week, at least Olesia talks back."

"Spend a lot of time talking to things that don't talk back, Stiles?" Olesia asked, sounding like she already knew the answer.

"All. The. Time."

[makemyownway]

"I didn't like them either," Cade groused, "but this one ate all of the good cereal."

[ultron_junior]

Victor, meanwhile, was followed by a large black bird when he wandered downstairs.

The bird's name was Remedios. He knew that because she had not stopped chattering into his ear in Spanish since he woke up, and one of the very first things she'd said was to call her Remedios. And Remedios was quite firmly of the opinion he needed a balanced breakfast.

//With eggs and meat//, she told him from her perch on his shoulder. //Not just cereal. Honestly, it's a wonder you haven't died of anemia yet.//

Victor yawned, looked sheepishly around the room. "Oh, good," he said. "I'm not the only one with an animal -- issue."

Remedios fluffed her feathers, taking offense at that.

[makemyownway]

"Nope," Cade said laconically. "She's called Camelai and is a hyema?"

That was wrong, Cade.

[ultron_junior]

"Hyena," Victor said automatically. "This would be Remedios on my shoulder. She's a raven."

Remedios nodded a greeting, then took off and circled the room low to get a better look at Camelai.

[makemyownway]

"This is really weird, right?" Cade checked. "Talking animals are weird."

[myownface]

"What do you feed a weasel?"

"Ermine," came a muffled protest from inside his backpack.

"Weasel."

It had been something like this all morning for Sparkle, who had woken up to see the ass-end of a stoat rummaging through his sock drawer, and who had promptly stuffed the offending creature into his bag, intending to chuck the little thief outside and be done with it. That hadn't worked according to plan, and now he was stuck with it making annoyed protests from the bottom of the sack.

"I can't get rid of the damn thing."

[makemyownway]

"Join the crowd," Cade said. "If I wanted a dog, I would've picked one that wasn't so ugly."

"Hey now!" The female voice sounded decidedly offended. "Kark you, Cade."

[myownface]

"At least your dog," Sparkle said, with a distinct sort of stress on 'dog' that suggested that he knew full well that she was a hyena, "isn't a sock thief. The little shit in my bag was trying to make off with my yellow ones."

"They were comfy!"

"So are fur stoles!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me!"

Silence from the bag.

"So. It's one of those weekends, huh?"

That was a very astute observation, Sparkle.

[makemyownway]

"She was trying to eat my boots?" Cade offered.

"It's hardly my fault they smell like something that died," Camelai retorted.

[suitablyheroic]

Atton, meanwhile, arrived without comment for once.

Instead he sank down on the couch; the mangy wolf that was with him echoed the motion, flopping onto the couch next to him looking vexed and like she thought the entire universe was against her.

[myownface]

"You got the wolf? Why did you get the wolf? I got stuck with the weasel."

"Ermine!"

Sparkle had a very insistent little voice coming from his backpack today.

[suitablyheroic]

"I don't know," Atton said, shooting him a foul look, "I don't keep pets for a reason."

"I'm not a pet," the wolf said. "Will you pipe down?"

[myownface]

"Allergic or something?"

Sparkle had left Velcro in his room today, on account of weasel, what.

"At least there's only one of them this time? Instead of like the million puppies that were around here the other week."

[hoorayimrich]

"Did anyone else wake up with--" Well. Tony got his answer just by looking around the room. Something copper colored moved around his forearm, also looking around.

"I told you," the snake said in a quiet hiss.

[myownface]

"There's like a party of talking animals today," Sparkle shared, glancing at Tony thoughtfully as the snake spoke... hissed... said things. "I have a weasel-"

"Ermine."

"-whatever in my bag. Why is this island so messed-up?"

[hoorayimrich]

"Beats me, this is a new one," Tony replied, making a face as the snake decided to disappear up the sleeve of his shirt. It reappeared wrapped carefully around his neck.

Because this mean prime viewing spot.

"For a genius, he's very dim," the snake called out softly. Possibly it was aimed at Sparkle's ermine.

"Marilwen." Yeah, Tony had gotten a lot of this so far.

[myownface]

"They all lose a few IQ points when this sort of thing happens, have you noticed?"

Sparkle gave his bag a good shake. Reyna shut up. For now.

"You know, if Lewis really wanted to make certain I learned my lesson about acting out while I'm on parole, he could have sent me to boot camp, or something. This is too messed-up, even for me."