hold the milk put back the sugar [OPEN]

[trollofthree]

Characters: EVERYONE
Format: ANYTHING
This log is: open a cereal party you guys
Location: Dining Hall
Summary: BREAKFAST. It happens every day. It's also a great place to run into people whilst half-asleep, half-dressed and half-everything else.

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[bitofafiction]

Sherlock is not half-anything, thank you very much. In fact he is downright perky as he grabs some toast and a seat.

Morning person alert!

[allurprincess]

The girl sitting further along the same table, however...

[bitofafiction]

Oh, dear.

He glances at her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

[allurprincess]

Ah, she's moving. Is she waking up?

Nope, she's just slumping forward and faceplanting into her bowl of cereal.

[summerstars]

Grenn looked back at Sora, having met her at the door and gently guided her around and then pushed her towards a table. Shaking her head, she picked up her own breakfast and sat down at one of the tables further out than where Sora was sitting, which frankly was easier to sit at with her wheelchair.

Laying her notebook beside her food, Grenn started to sketch and make notes of, currently, at least, the propulsion system of two different small passenger near-space ships. It may seem silly to go into such detail, but that was what specializing in different ship-types was for.

She missed flying... Grenn frowned, and felt like something was off. Something which had to do with flying... Frag it. Another taken memory.

[trollofthree]

"Hey, Grenn! What's that you're drawing?"

Catching her arrival, Gino would have assumed the girl in the wheelchair was one of Sora's 'princesses', if he hadn't already fought her in the previous round. Since he had, and fighting someone once was all the excuse he needed to befriend them, he just set his second helping of the morning on the table and leaned over to get a better look. "Engines?"

[summerstars]

"... err..." Oops. Blinking, Grenn looks down at the page and then up over at Gino. She didn't think anyone would come over. She should have considered that drawing things like this where anyone could see might have been a bit stupid, but it had seemed like a good time-saver, at the time...

"Um... Yes. I... need to remember this," Grenn muttered, hearing herself falter and cursed it mentally. If she was lucky, he wasn't mechanically interested (which, honestly, she wasn't, but she had to know this) and would be able to tell if this was more technologically advanced than what he might be used to.

Hopefully, he wouldn't notice either way.

[trollofthree]

"I get that," he seemed fairly engrossed in stacking his poached eggs on top of slices of bacon and toast, but after a few moments of this, he looked back at the sketches. They were similar to the engines of the later generation Knightmares, as far as he could remember, but there were several obvious differences. Not to mention that how far he could remember was 'not very far at all'.

"Are they meant to run on sakuradite?"

[warpwhatsir]

You know who's still got a messed up sleep pattern as a result of staying up all night to study for exams?

Sulu has. Starfleet only takes the best, you know.

Oh, look, he's asleep again.

[greennotgold]

When Fletcher sits down with his cereal, juice, and fruit, he's hardly expecting the person across from him to be asleep. He peers over worriedly. "Um-- are you okay?"

[warpwhatsir]

It took a moment-Sulu's not exactly a light sleeper at the best of times, but after a long moment he blinks, raises his head, and then, an eyebrow.

"'m sorry?"

[greennotgold]

"You--you were asleep," Fletcher stammered, and then he repeated himself. "Are you okay?"

[idkmybffxiao]

This is Mei at breakfast.

This is Mei at breakfast with the rulebook in front of her, breakfast going ignored.

This is Mei at breakfast with the rulebook in front of her, breakfast going ignored, and does she ever look annoyed. She wasn't finding the exceptions she had been hoping to find in those pages and as selfless as she could be, the tiny girl seriously did not like it when things did not go exactly as she had wanted them to.

"... what... half this stuff just sounds weird," she muttered under her breath.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher was taking his now-empty tray and bowl and silverware up to the counter when he passed by Mei, who looked a bit perturbed.

"Are--are you okay?" he asked.

[idkmybffxiao]

Hey, just who Mei was hoping to corner before breakfast was over! In an entirely non-threatening way. Really. She waved at him. Waved. Waaaaved. Wavewavewaved and pointed at a seat at her table.

"Fletcher!"

That meant 'come sit over here now' in the deep and thought-provoking language of flailing.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher blinked in surprise. "Um--" But, he went over and sat down next to her, placing his tray down on the table in front of him.

She'd sure perked up. That was good.

[scott_pilgrim]

You honestly, truly believe Scott is a morning sorta person? Well, you're wrong. Very wrong. So very wrong that you wrap into being right again and then back to wrong. In fact, he's half-eating cereal, half-still asleep. Well... more than half asleep.

[queenscheckmate]

Kallen's awake. The morning routine of getting up and ready for school. A book rested in her hand and pages laced in between her fingers. Her free hand reached for a french toast stick. She's not a big fan of cereal. Can't eat and study at the same time.

Actually, Kallen's hoping that this day will be like the ones before. Before she arrived here and before things went sour. She hoped that someone will come to bother her like he usually does. Although it's been a while. She hadn't been spending time at the dorm and generally avoiding a certain tall and blond male.

[trollofthree]

"Yo, Kallen." Speak of the devil, and, well. All the rest. "How's that pacifism thing working out for you?"

[queenscheckmate]

Like clockwork. She promptly ignored Gino's question and put down her book. "I wanted to apologize."

[trollofthree]

And isn't that a surprise. He has the sneaking suspicion that he should have expected it, but the majority of their conversations thus far have been obscured in an amnesia-induced haze. "... What for?"

[monkeystail]

The little girl hadn't so much walked as sneaked in, but, while giving suspicious stares over her shoulder at the rest of the people inside the dining hall, was walking normally enough while she piled fruits not onto a platter, but in the 'pocket' her jacket made when the ends were held up. She had not changed into the school uniform yet, and would resist as long as possible.

Compared to earlier times, Huashi didn't, at least, dash out of the room, but settled at a seat at the edge of a table closest to the doors. Most people here could be counted as 'adults', and this little monkey didn't trust many adults.

[tenwholeryou]

A moment later, when he'd collected his own meal, Kotarou came to sit next to her. Although his clothing was, technically, what would be classed as the uniform, it was so dirty and torn from a week sleeping outside that it might as well have been his old clothing.

He didn't really mind, though. It was warm, and he had a new follower.

"See?" He said, proudly, "I told you it was easy to get food here."

[monkeystail]

"Uh huh," Huashi mumbled with food in her mouth, almost spitting out a chewed-up piece of orange. Then Xuanzang's snippy voice echoed in her head and she swallowed. She didn't want to know what endless litany of complaint he'd lob at her when she came back and had forgotten the "manners" he'd taught her.

"Yeah! All these people though..." she gave a narrow-eyed stare around the room. "Smell strange. Not all bad though." She had been relieved, when she ended up here, and met Kotarou in the forest around this place. He'd almost smelled of home.

Of course, that could be the dirt they were both encrusted in, but Huashi hardly thought of that.

"It's good food too. Those people are strange to not have better eye on it!" Huashi said and waved a hand with a piece of banana in it at the end of the room where the food could be gathered.

[tenwholeryou]

"Some of the people here are good," he agreed through a mouthful of dry cereal, "Like Dave, and like Ichi." He took a bite of an apple, so both cheeks were full and he looked more hamster than boy, and glanced around to follow her banana-enhanced point. And shrugged. They wanted them all alive, he guessed. What was the use of stealing all these people and then not feeding them? He didn't voice this, because it was bound to upset Huashi, but it seemed pretty obvious.