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[hollermehome]

Things had been very strange on the island for the last couple of days. Neither Lisey nor anyone she knows well seems to be affected this time round, but it's disconcerting enough to have so many distraught people around you. One thing she is sure of, though, is that good food and drink will never go amiss at a time like this, so when Wednesday

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[goingtothelordy]

It was perhaps impressive, or even possibly remarkable, that Charles Guiteau had thus far failed to notice anychanges in the island's social atmosphere. True, he may have thought it odd to see a person or two seeming alarmingly more frazzled than one would expect to see in such a complacent community, but he done himself the favour of shrugging it off and not dwelling on it. Best to keep your thoughts upbeat and your head clear, after all.

Charles was humming a dandy little tune as he strolled into the kitchen that morning. It was a tune that, despite the time or place, he could pick up and carry without a bit of effort. Ingrained if you will. But his pleasant humming may have paused as he overlooked the spread that morning, and his grin spread widely across his face as he considered the woman who had prepared it.

"Oh, marvellous."

[intrinsicworth]

Glen looked up from his own plate and nodded his agreement. "It is fine isn't it? Just what the body wants in the morning. Good hearty breakfast is just the thing." He took another mouthful and nodded amiably.

[goingtothelordy]

"Keeps the bones moving and the mind funtioning at peak capacity!" Charles enthused brightly, eyes sliding from the lovely woman who'd provided them with such a meal and to the elderly gentleman who had spoken. "Simply splendid, really. One of the highlights of this place I'd wager. Always a home cooked fresh meal if you wait just long enough. I find it fascinating that the cooks can be so selfless. All that work for others, and nothign in return but the ability to say they did it and enjoy some of the splendors themselves."

Shaking his head, Charles wasted little time swooping in himself and snagging some of the above mentioned splendors. If a man was going to be imposing and extrordinary, he'd need his energy.

[intrinsicworth]

"It is something isn't it?" he smiled appreciatively Lisey's way. "Some of the strangest and most ingenious food I've ever had has been at this table." Glen nodded, "The people here work wonders without the aide of a local grocery."

Glen dug in, enjoying his food in companionable silence.

[shot_my_shoes]

It seemed there was something abuzz on the island, but for all Harry knew that was normal. And given that normal to him recently meant not knowing on what planet or in which time he'd find himself next, it wasn't something he was going to worry about.

So he'd been sticking to the basics of life here and what he was really enjoying was that there was food provided twice a day. He'd learnt some time ago to eat anything at any time, so he never worried about what the meal might consist of. And there was little he disliked anyway.

"It looks delicious, thank you," he said to the woman there, it being only polite to thank the cook. Besides, it did look delicious and he sat down to butter a scone.

ooc: When I went to America and had what my American friend called a biscuit it looked and tasted like a scone, so that's the translation I'm going with.

[hollermehome]

"You're welcome," Lisey answers with a smile. "I hope it is." It's been a few weeks since she started officially helping out in the kitchen, and she hasn't poisoned anyone yet. She almost hopes that someone from home shows up, Manda or Darla maybe, just for the shock it'd give them.

"So, are you one of the unlucky ones this week?" This seems to be the second or third time that Lisey's escaped the island's mischief unscathed; she knows her luck can only last so long, but for the time being she's just grateful to have woken up in her own body. And, to tell the truth, still a little amazed that a thought like that makes any sense at all.

[shot_my_shoes]

"It seems I am." He bit into the scone and after swallowing, smiled. "It is good." The second bite he took longer to chew while he thought about the strange goings-on here.

He had thought he'd seen everything it was possible to see since meeting the Doctor, but now he was going to have to redefine that idea. "Is this sort of thing really normal?" he asked, with a frown.

[hollermehome]

Lisey shrugs. Must be a new arrival - it seems like everyone she'd met here had stories about the strange behavior of the island. "I haven't been here for that long myself, but apparently it's not unheard of. Couple months ago there were a whole bunch of people who couldn't tell anything but the truth for a few days." She didn't think that she'd have had anything shocking to say to anyone back then, of course, but she'd still been glad to have avoided it. The Debushers had enough trouble with their everlasting mouths without any help from the outside, thank you very much.

[and_the_dragon]

George Weasley walked immediately to the coffee station when he entered the kitchen, prepared a cup for himself, and set to drooling over the breakfast offerings. He imagined Fred would be joining him shortly, but he'd gotten a head start on his twin this morning. They'd both noticed people acting strangely and been informed of the island's current plight, then had a good, long laugh at what would happen if they ever switched bodies.

He grabbed a plate and started with some fruit and a pile of sausage gravy (not the best combination probably) over toast. He smiled at Lisey. "Morning," he said and cleared his throat. "Lisey, right? I think we met before. At the party," he clarified, just in case she didn't remember.

[hollermehome]

"Morning," Lisey says, smiling back and turning away briefly to hide the recognition in her eyes. Since she'd met the young man at the party a couple months ago, she'd realized why the name sounded familiar. Scott had loved the Harry Potter books (she'd often thought that dying before the 7th book was released might be on his top 5 list of mortal regrets) and, because of that, she'd read them too. She's learned, though, that island manners require you to keep your knowledge of that sort of thing under wraps, and so she manages to repress the urge to ask him how Molly and Arthur are doing. "And you're George. Nice to see you again," she says simply.

[and_the_dragon]

He grinned. "Glad to know you remember faces," he said with a nod. "You wouldn't remember so well I think if you'd met my twin," he said with a playful wink, and set his plate down on a table nearby (the gravy was hot, after all, and holding it too long would cause burned hands). He gestured to a spot across from him at the table, inviting her to sit. He guessed she'd been standing for some time, to prepare all this.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen strolled into the kitchen and beamed when he saw Lisey busying herself with the morning meal. Kojak trotted in behind him, cautiously looking around, the tip of his tail wagging just so. "Lisey! Wonderful to see you. This is your handiwork I take it? Fine, really fine." Glen poured himself a generous cup off coffee and turned back to her. "Have you met my dog? This fellow's name is Kojak. He's quite well behaved, very civilized." Glen grinned and patted Kojak's head as the dog came to sit beside him nose in the air, smelling all the new smells. He whined a little as if to contradict Glen, and Glen, true to character, glared at him for it.

[hollermehome]

"Morning, Glen," Lisey says as she smiles and rummages in the fridge for milk. "I've got a regular date with the kitchen on Wednesday mornings, now, so you're welcome every week. Can't promise it'll always be good, but it'll be here, and hot." She starts fixing a plate for herself; unsurprisingly, cooking always makes her ravenous.

"It's very nice to meet you, Kojak!" Lisey's a little surprised; there are, of course, dogs on the island, but they're all beloved pets, and it's not as thought there's a shelter for adoptions. "He's lovely, where did you find him?" she asks.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen nodded his appreciation. "I'm not so bad at fending for myself, but I'd very much rather prey on the generosity and talents of others." Glen grinned and chuckled. "If I can manage to amble down here, well, let's just say you'll be seeing me."

Glen gestured with the coffecup, nearly sloshing hot coffee over the rim. "Found me as a matter of fact." He looked at the coffee cup speculatively and took a sip.

[hollermehome]

"You can always let me know if you'd like me to pack you something, you know; I'll be down here anyway and you live so close, it'd be no trouble." She's thrilled that Glen's moved into a hut so close to her own; it meant they met up or ran into each other nearly every day, and the company was very pleasant.

"Lucky you," she says, and after a moment, "Lucky dog, too! Who probably needs his breakfast, come to think of it. I'm sure we can fix him up something." She ends up crumbling a biscuit into a bowl and pouring some of the gravy over top; probably not exactly vet-recommended, but everyone needed a treat once in a while, especially these days.

[captainjack]

Jack made his way through the kitchen before hitting the showers after the ITF training of the morning. He was starving and there was no way he could wait. He was dirty and sweaty and grinning like an idiot. The Doctor didn't understand why he had devoted himself to this endeavour, but it was brilliant. Arthur and Ronon and Eden and Sheppard and all of them...all of them...were people he had the utmost respect for. That was something actually rare around here.

He eaped his plate with biscuits, gravy, and fruit, and had finished half his cup of coffee almost before he'd sat down.

[coffee_sir]

With Banon following obediently at his heels, Ianto maneuvered his way through the kitchen to Jack's table with a plate of his own and a mug of coffee. The pup settled at their feet after licking at Jack's boots once or twice.

"Trying to give those fifty-first century pheromones of yours a real challenge?" he asked before taking a sip of coffee. Not bad, that.

[captainjack]

He had to chew and swallow, so in the short span of silence, he nodded. A swallow chased with a sip quelled his hunger for a minute.

"Something like that. Playing soldier, y'know. I'm sure right now all the pheromones are doused in sweat, though. How's things?"

[coffee_sir]

"That's one of your favorites, isn't it?" Ianto teased mildly as he started in on his breakfast, though with much less enthusiasm than Jack had. "Things are good. Nothing to do with the murder, nothing to do with the body swapping. Boring is good. How're you?"