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!event: snow weekend

Saturday Morning - The Gym

Hawkeye yawned and stretched as he entered the gym. Inside there were people. Outside there was snow. All in all, not a bad deal. He was wearing his usual maroon bathrobe, but underneath was stuffed with layers. Just in case. Not that anything would happen today except snow, of course.

[OOC: Saturday gym post! Feel free to use this for your ~~gym~~ special snow shelter needs. And somebody get me some coffee...]

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Alfred has woken up exceptionally early and kicked his waiters and cooks awake. In a very dignified and kind way, of course. While everyone slept, they worked hard and cooked up a nice breakfast.

Come and get some.

[[OOC: Again, will be at a con most of today. Please feel free to have an NPC serve you.]]

"Mornin', Al," Tommy said. He helped himself to a large cup of coffee. "How's it hanging?"

"It's going pretty well," Alfred said. "I'm glad to see that my staff is at least earning their wage. Can I get you some breakfast?"

"Got anything shaped like a donut?" Tommy asked.

"I have several things shaped like a doughnut," Alfred said, laughing. He indicated a nearby table laden with various tasty artery clogging treats. "Jeff, God of Biscuts managed to save their stock."

"Oh thank Christ." Tommy helped himself to a jelly donut. With his mouth full, he asked, "Hey, did Michael J. Fox get a chance to talk to you?"

Or words something like that, since his mouth was full.

Alfred frowned. "I'm sorry? Did who talk to me?"

Tommy swallowed. "The mountie. We were saying last night that we should probably designate some not completely stupid adults to take shifts being in charge of making sure these morons don't panic and eat their young. Told him I thought you'd be a good guy for the gig."

[ooc: I know you've got RL stuff. If Alfred would agree to help out like that feel free to vague up a reply about Alfred helping without actually saying when. That's what Tommy and Fraser did ;) ]

Alfred laughed. "The head of school security. I don't think I've met him yet. Absolutely. You can count on me to take whatever shift is needed. I have the Baron as my second in command to take over for food when needed."

Re: Breakfast

ladder62.livejournal.com - 2006-01-28 17:09 (UTC) - Expand

"Did you sleep well, Mr. Gavin?" Susan's looking a little ragged, but game, as she heads over to the medical attention table.

Pippi has pancakes (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/571487.html?thread=27047519#t27047519).

Jarod took a cup of coffee and huddled over it protectively. He got himself a bowl of Fruit Loops, but couldn't bring himself to eat any of them. The nightmare the night before had thrown him, as had Parker's appearance in the gym. It simply didn't make sense for her to be there, with what he knew of her personality.

He hoped the day would be quiet.

Pippi was dishing out some pancakes for herself when she noticed the poor guy not eating his brakefast.

"Good morning." she said, tilting to the side a bit so as to put her self in his line of sight.

"Are you feeling ill? I can go get somebody from the clinic or something if you're not well."

Jarod looked up and managed a smile. "No, I'm okay. Just didn't sleep well last night." He offered his hand. "Hello, I'm Jarod."

Pippi's handshake was firm but gentle, she's obviously not sure if he's actually just tired or if he's just trying to be tough. Boys did that sometimes.

"Hello Jarod, I'm Pippi."

A monkey in a brown sweater suddenly skuttled up onto the girl's shoulder and grabbed a pancake from her plate.

"... And this very rude little fellow is Mr. Neilson."

"Nice to meet you, Pippi." He smiled at the monkey and offered him a couple of loops. "And you, Mr. Neilson. I assume you're a student here?"

Still munching on pancake, Mr. Neilson gives Jarod a smart little bow and takes the loops. He alternates between bites of pancake and bites of loops.

"Yes I am a student, Mr. Neilson just sits in on classes. I can guess that you are from town, I think I've seen you at Lorne's bar but I haven't had met you till now. That's rather silly considering what a small town it is."

He smiled Mr. Neilson, then back at Pippi. "Yes, I work there on Mondays and Wednesdays. And I'm sure you're busy with classes. Do you like it here?" He took a sip of coffee.

The Baron uncurled from where he had been snoozing next to Muta, yawned and stretched, swishing his tail. Feline kinks worked out, he straightened himself out and strode over to the breakfast line, hopping onto a table to make it easier to speak to him.

"Good morning, Alfred."

Susan awoke late, since she'd had the middle watch of the night, and feeling undignified and wishing for a hot bath. Still, the smells of breakfast were enough to get her to the foodline and fed.

"Good morning, madam," the Baron geeted her with a bow from his perch atop one of the serving tables. "How are you faring through this weather?"

"Not too badly, Baron. It's good to see you again." Susan returned the bow with a smile, and said, "I'm glad to see you here, I can't imagine your house is accessible any more under these drifts."

"It wasn't. The kind woman in the imposing armour and her troops dug my compatriot and I out before the lights went out," he replies. "Please, have something to eat to keep your strength and spirits up." He gestures towards the NPC staff he was in nominal command of.

"Thank you. The sandwiches I brought aren't very appealing after night in my knapsack." Susan smiled and took her plate over to sit on her bedroll, indulging in waffles and bacon and feeling a bit more human.

CJ drags herself down from her office, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the same clothes from yesterday. She grabs a cup of coffee and has it gone before she gets pancakes, only to grab another one before going to sit down.

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