The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Cluckcluck1215]

Blair had awoken before anyone; not that anyone would notice as she had taken Kit outside. She hadn't expected to see so many people up right away when she came back inside, and was hoping she wouldn't. She hadn't had a chance to get showered and dressed, and it was clear she didn't sleep well. Kevin better have coffee. If I go one more day without it...
"Morning, everyone."

 

[Amer]

“Indeed I am” Aria smiled at Cam. She felt a question fighting its way to the surface do you know if Kylan has a crush? But no. She had to save that for a better time, she yawed tucking her hair behind her ears.
(I have really thick hair so much that it ends up in a tangled mess)

(Saaaaame. I can’t keep it in a simple ponytail.)
“Don’t look now but here comes the commies,” Cam said dryly, hearing a large crash that could only belong to one person.

Kylan was an early riser from way back, and being in someone else's home didn't hinge that habit, quite helping his eyes to snap open at some unholy early hour of the morning.
He kept quiet, carefully peeking up over the edge of the bed to make sure the communist terrors hadn't arisen, which thankfully for him, they had not. He knew that peace wouldn't last forever, it never did with them. Being Torin's and Noah's favorite of the group didn't save him from the siege, either.
He reached over and collected his boots and belt, slinking over as silently as possible to the bathroom door, of which he entered and quickly got the shower he had been unable to get the night before. When he got out, he got back into his Borealian attire of a red shirt and orange pants as fast as he could, glancing at himself in the mirror. He really hadn't changed other than the fact that he was more toned muscularly and his skin was a bit darker, and his hair had grown to be a real poof and turned sort of wavy, not that he cared much, it still had his signature look to it. The blonde dyes was still there, too, however they seemed smaller due to the black parts growing.
But he quickly scurried out of the bathroom though, nervous to leave the trio alone too long, even if they were sleeping. He got in just in time, as Torin has awakened too and was slipping out of the bed with a yawn. "Mornin'." He greeted his younger brother, whom only returned it with a nod and wave as he went to the bathroom himself, soon returning.
Kylan glanced at the other two boys, who were still sleeping peacefully.
It probably wasn't the best idea to leave them alone up here.
So he stepped over his mess of covers to the bed, giving them both a couple pats on the shoulders to wake them up. "Alright, c'mon. Let's go see if we can get some food in this house or not."
Before Noah or Alex could reply, however, Torin had vaulted out the door and freed himself, causing Kylan to spin on his heels and chase after him down the dark hallway, definitely waking up someone in the process-- As he was sure he heard Lilith snarl something through the walls, but who knew.
He swung around the corning much too fast, practically flying down the stairs and vaulting the last few in his desperate attempt to wrangle Torin-- Which went horridly wrong as he face planted on the hardwood floors, sliding a bit and coming to a halt when he was stopped by someone's feet.
He rolled over, eyes squinting and face plastered with a stupid grin, already doing finger guns. "I meant to do that. It's a new, um, dance move. Yeah."

Food.
Noah’s black eyes peeled open to a frightening wideness, and his pupils seemed to swell like a hunting cat’s at the utterance of the sacred greeting, the only thing that could rouse him from his angelic slumber.
“Food?” he asked, streaking out the door. He hadn’t eaten the night before and now he was starving.
Noah practically flew down the stairs. When Kylan fell, Noah vaulted over his prone form and slid into the kitchen. Cam swore she could see skid-marks.
“Is there food here?” Noah chirped.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Juliana had stayed awake most of the night, on edge with so many of them in the same house as her. But eventually exhaustion won out and she fell asleep, curled up in the chair with her arms tightly wrapped around her knees.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Nat slowly blinked out of sleep's general anesthetic and immediately regretted it. She was laying on the softest thing she'd touched in months, but that was just about the only non-painful aspect. Her hair was a wild, hot tangle that webbed across her face like an only slightly less rough fishing net; her skin was sticky, gritty, and dry, all at once; her dress was pinned beneath her and tightened around her to an unbearable extent; and her dying feet were still clad in her infallible duck boots, which were, if it needed clarification, not exactly of a breathable material.
But those were only the external discomforts.
Her bruised head, whiplashed neck, and suffering eyes were whole other matters entirely.
"Not gonna lie, I feel like I'm suffering my first hangover," she admitted to the glaring white ceiling. "Don't judge me, because we all know you've been there too."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Juliana had stayed awake most of the night, on edge with so many of them in the same house as her. But eventually exhaustion won out and she fell asleep, curled up in the chair with her arms tightly wrapped around her knees.

At the very moment Juliana conked out, -despite all of his cold tremors, eye crossing, and floating head- Colby jumped to his feet in silent jubilation.
Wow, I can see myself, it was dimly noted somewhere in the back of his numb, uncooperative head. Morning or meteors?
And, having secured his victory in the name of ultimate decency, he crumpled into a little heap on the floor and promptly followed her example.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Kevin had woken up long before anyone else did. He changed out of his sweatpants and into jeans, a t-shirt, and a thick jacket. Going outside, he checked on the animals. As strange as it was, everyone was alive. A few of his chickens seemed sick, but with his healing abilities stronger since Borealis, he was able to fix them up in no time.
He decided to wait to clean them, instead going back inside to see if anyone was up yet, and if they were, to collect their clothing sizes and shopping list. He also needed to see what food items they needed.

 

[RiverStorm]

Lilith twisted in her bed, having long woke up before the others-- But not being brave enough to face the outside of her's, Nat's, and Eve's bedroom and see what destruction would happen once they did awake.
But the sound of pounding feet and a body hitting the floor could only be her fool waking up and bringing his ever raining chaos down on the world. "Kylan, screw you." She groaned as Tru jumped to his paws, soon becoming alert and sitting by the door, waiting patiently for his master to walk him.
She sat up rigid, finally going into the bathroom and aggressively splashing sink water all over her face to try and wake herself up, but she knew that wouldn't happen until she got in some coffee.
She came back out, putting on her boots and belt, nearly putting on her bracelet and cloak-- But deciding against it, having heard Kevin mention going to the store today and fully intending to go with him, being the only other member of the gang to speak Russian, plus, she'd love to actually see what Moscow looked like in real life, not just photos on the internet. And she wanted to make sure everyone got what they needed, she herself being direly in need of normal clothes and a charger.
So instead, she stood there looking like her mind had just had a windows shut down sign pop up.

Nat slowly blinked out of sleep's general anesthetic and immediately regretted it. She was laying on the softest thing she'd touched in months, but that was just about the only non-painful aspect. Her hair was a wild, hot tangle that webbed across her face like an only slightly less rough fishing net; her skin was sticky, gritty, and dry, all at once; her dress was pinned beneath her and tightened around her to an unbearable extent; and her dying feet were still clad in her infallible duck boots, which were, if it needed clarification, not exactly of a breathable material.
But those were only the external discomforts.
Her bruised head, whiplashed neck, and suffering eyes were whole other matters entirely.
"Not gonna lie, I feel like I'm suffering my first hangover," she admitted to the glaring white ceiling. "Don't judge me, because we all know you've been there too."

"Try having your arm cut off." Lilith muttered without even really thinking about it, finally moving to put her pillow back on the bed along with fold her soft blanket up and set it on the dresser beside her belongings. "Really does something for the mind."

(Saaaaame. I can’t keep it in a simple ponytail.)
“Don’t look now but here comes the commies,” Cam said dryly, hearing a large crash that could only belong to one person.

Food.
Noah’s black eyes peeled open to a frightening wideness, and his pupils seemed to swell like a hunting cat’s at the utterance of the sacred greeting, the only thing that could rouse him from his angelic slumber.
“Food?” he asked, streaking out the door. He hadn’t eaten the night before and now he was starving.
Noah practically flew down the stairs. When Kylan fell, Noah vaulted over his prone form and slid into the kitchen. Cam swore she could see skid-marks.
“Is there food here?” Noah chirped.

Torin rounded the kitchen island, eyes blazing with hunger. "I wanna make pancakes!" He yipped, which brought Kylan off the floor in a hurry to stand guard by the little rebels. "You're not making pancakes, Torin. Please, leave the cooking to someone a little more accustomed to a stove."
"But I'm sure I can cook just as good as you and Mom!"
He groaned, shaking his head. "That's up for debate." He muttered, waving jollily to Cam and Aria. "G'mornin' Ari, Cam."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

For the first time in years, Aella was glad to be awoke by the clattering of dog paws on hard floor and yelling children. She got out of bed, pulling the curtains open, the room instantly filled with early morning sunlight. She stared outside for a moment, watching a squirrel clamber along a tree branch, before deciding it was best to shower and go downstairs.
Once she was showered and finally got her hair pinned up in the same braided hairstyle as before, she ran down the steps, clearly more excited to be awake then most of the others. "Good morning, people!"

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Try having your arm cut off." Lilith muttered without even really thinking about it, finally moving to put her pillow back on the bed along with fold her soft blanket up and set it on the dresser beside her belongings. "Really does something for the mind."

Nat was admittedly startled at being answered. She ripped her dress out from beneath her, liberating herself enough to be able to roll in the bed and focus on Lilith. She'd initially been tempted to shoot back something equally snarky, but realized that a) it probably wouldn't come out right, b) she wouldn't be able to follow up, and, most importantly, c) winning a snark war against Lilith was pretty much her dream -meaning, completely and utterly fantastical holy grail-, so it was probably best left to more favorable circumstances.
Plus, she was pretty sure Lilith had been the benevolent bed-giver, so it'd definitely pay to be nice and contrite.
"Yeeeeeah, I don't know how you do it, man," she agreed, squinting ridiculously to stifle a yawn. Once she was sure she'd overcome her oppressive opponent, she shuffled to the edge of the bed and plopped her booted feet on the floor, which jarred her stinking head more than she expected. Even her knife-belt's peppy tinkling was killing her- also, where had she lost her swords? If she'd slept with them on her, she should've been irreparably impaled by now. "I lost my crap every time I broke a bone."

 

[Amer]

Lilith twisted in her bed, having long woke up before the others-- But not being brave enough to face the outside of her's, Nat's, and Eve's bedroom and see what destruction would happen once they did awake.
But the sound of pounding feet and a body hitting the floor could only be her fool waking up and bringing his ever raining chaos down on the world. "Kylan, screw you." She groaned as Tru jumped to his paws, soon becoming alert and sitting by the door, waiting patiently for his master to walk him.
She sat up rigid, finally going into the bathroom and aggressively splashing sink water all over her face to try and wake herself up, but she knew that wouldn't happen until she got in some coffee.
She came back out, putting on her boots and belt, nearly putting on her bracelet and cloak-- But deciding against it, having heard Kevin mention going to the store today and fully intending to go with him, being the only other member of the gang to speak Russian, plus, she'd love to actually see what Moscow looked like in real life, not just photos on the internet. And she wanted to make sure everyone got what they needed, she herself being direly in need of normal clothes and a charger.
So instead, she stood there looking like her mind had just had a windows shut down sign pop up.

"Try having your arm cut off." Lilith muttered without even really thinking about it, finally moving to put her pillow back on the bed along with fold her soft blanket up and set it on the dresser beside her belongings. "Really does something for the mind."

Torin rounded the kitchen island, eyes blazing with hunger. "I wanna make pancakes!" He yipped, which brought Kylan off the floor in a hurry to stand guard by the little rebels. "You're not making pancakes, Torin. Please, leave the cooking to someone a little more accustomed to a stove."
"But I'm sure I can cook just as good as you and Mom!"
He groaned, shaking his head. "That's up for debate." He muttered, waving jollily to Cam and Aria. "G'mornin' Ari, Cam."

“Hey, hey, I agree with him, pancakes are a fantastic idea,” Cam said. “And I would make some... except I need a recipe and ingredients and I can’t read Russian. So, if you have ingredients, a recipe, and can read Russian, I’d be happy to make you some pancakes,” she informed Torin.
“Pancakes! Pancakes!” Noah cheered, nudging Torin into the chant.