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

Carson woke, blinking in confusion before he remembered where he was. Russia. He got up and stretched, his back a bit sore from sleeping on the floor, but it was better than sleeping outside on the ground like he did most nights in the alien world. Remembering that Buck was outside, he nodded a brief greeting to anyone he passed before slipping outside to take care of him. "Hey, Buck. Sleep well?"
"Yeah, it was better than in that strange world."
"Good. I hope you didn't bother any of Kevin's animals while you were out here."
"I didn't. I only sniffed at one cage of chickens."
"I was a bit worried you might eat them."
"What do you take me as? A cougar? Oh, wait..."

Carson smirked at Buck's attempt to make him laugh. "I'll find you some food soon."
"Ok. When are we going to our home?"
"I don't know, buddy. Hopefully soon. I know Mom and Dad must be worried..."
"You think? You'd better charge your weird electronic box and talk to them soon."
"My phone? Yeah, I would if I had a charger. I'd better get back inside. Don't. Eat. Kevin's. Animals."
"Yeah, yeah."

Carson turned and went back inside with a last glance at his big cat before entering.
 
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. "I lost my crap every time I broke a bone."
Lilith gave a thick laugh, sheathing her dagger and making sure it was covered from sight by her blouse. "At least I got the amazing ability to make people think I'm a robot or a video game character come to life." She joked, leaning up against the door frame, stalling as much as she could before having to go down and deal with the ragtag gang. "How's your head? Really good plan, by the way, running into walls and giving yourself the best concussion you could get so you'd pass out and not have to hear the kids' ruckus. I almost shoved my head into the wall several times last night with your example. I implore you."
“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.
Torin snickered, taking up the chant. "But pancakes! We want pancakes!"

Kylan shook his head, glancing between Cam, the cabinets, Noah and Torin, and upstairs. "We could always kidnap Kevin or Lilith and make one of them read it for us. Works like a charm."
 
Having made her way downstairs after brushing the tangles out of her lustrous raven black hair that had grown to the middle of her back. Hana greeted everyone with a ‘good morning all’ and seated herself at the kitchen island. For once, it actually felt weird not to have her katana with her, it was always on her back in Borealis, but now it wasn’t necessary. Her hip felt. Empty. Thankfully she left it coiled up in her blanket away from the kids. They came close plenty of times to finding it and flinging it around like a baseball bat.
 
“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.
Lilith gave a thick laugh, sheathing her dagger and making sure it was covered from sight by her blouse. "At least I got the amazing ability to make people think I'm a robot or a video game character come to life." She joked, leaning up against the door frame, stalling as much as she could before having to go down and deal with the ragtag gang. "How's your head? Really good plan, by the way, running into walls and giving yourself the best concussion you could get so you'd pass out and not have to hear the kids' ruckus. I almost shoved my head into the wall several times last night with your example. I implore you."

Torin snickered, taking up the chant. "But pancakes! We want pancakes!"

Kylan shook his head, glancing between Cam, the cabinets, Noah and Torin, and upstairs. "We could always kidnap Kevin or Lilith and make one of them read it for us. Works like a charm."

Kipp growled at the noise, and pulled a throw cushion out from under him. Refusing to open his eyes, and accept that it was day, he threw the pillow through the air, sending it cartwheeling into the kitchen.

"Be quiet." He moaned, pulling his knees up under his belly and squishing his face into the seat of the couch. Wrapping his wings around himself more tightly to ward off the goosebumps that pricked his skin. It had been almost too warm here last night, and now it was freezing, the fire having gone out over night.
 
Kipp growled at the noise, and pulled a throw cushion out from under him. Refusing to open his eyes, and accept that it was day, he threw the pillow through the air, sending it cartwheeling into the kitchen.

"Be quiet." He moaned, pulling his knees up under his belly and squishing his face into the seat of the couch. Wrapping his wings around himself more tightly to ward off the goosebumps that pricked his skin. It had been almost too warm here last night, and now it was freezing, the fire having gone out over night.
Kylan grinned, reaching down and picking up the cushion, throwing it in Kipp's general direction since he was feeling rather brave today and decided to poke a sleeping lion. "You be quiet." He's gonna kill us all because of me.
 
Lilith gave a thick laugh, sheathing her dagger and making sure it was covered from sight by her blouse. "At least I got the amazing ability to make people think I'm a robot or a video game character come to life." She joked, leaning up against the door frame, stalling as much as she could before having to go down and deal with the ragtag gang. "How's your head? Really good plan, by the way, running into walls and giving yourself the best concussion you could get so you'd pass out and not have to hear the kids' ruckus. I almost shoved my head into the wall several times last night with your example. I implore you."

Torin snickered, taking up the chant. "But pancakes! We want pancakes!"

Kylan shook his head, glancing between Cam, the cabinets, Noah and Torin, and upstairs. "We could always kidnap Kevin or Lilith and make one of them read it for us. Works like a charm."
(Me:What’s a good way to express that the group is in shambles?
Brain: rag-tag, every time.
Me: Isn't there a better way? To enrich society?
Brain: No!
Me: But why?
Brain: RAG-TAG! Fool, when has the English language made sense?)

Noah gave Torrin a surreptitious grin. Let’s kidnap Kevin, he said, using the uncanny psuedo-telepathic powers that the little boys seemed to share in causing havoc.
Cam the master manipulator rubbed her hands together. We’re getting pancakes today.
 
Kevin grabbed the house phone, dialing his parents number. They answered almost instantly, sounding frantic as they spoke in Russian. They calmed down pretty quickly after Kevin told them he was fine, and tried to explain what happened the best he could.
His attention was drawn to Kylan as he said something about kidnapping Kevin and pancakes. Getting the rough idea, he held the phone with his shoulder, carrying out his conversation like nothing happened. He rummaged through his pantry, finding his old, vintage cookbook and pulling out the pancake recipe. He scribbled the rough English translation on a spare piece of paper. A few words were misspelled, but it wasn’t hard to see what it meant.
He silently said the ingredients, pointing to each of their locations as he did so, along with any dishes they might need, before turning back to the phone.
 
Kevin grabbed the house phone, dialing his parents number. They answered almost instantly, sounding frantic as they spoke in Russian. They calmed down pretty quickly after Kevin told them he was fine, and tried to explain what happened the best he could.
His attention was drawn to Kylan as he said something about kidnapping Kevin and pancakes. Getting the rough idea, he held the phone with his shoulder, carrying out his conversation like nothing happened. He rummaged through his pantry, finding his old, vintage cookbook and pulling out the pancake recipe. He scribbled the rough English translation on a spare piece of paper. A few words were misspelled, but it wasn’t hard to see what it meant.
He silently said the ingredients, pointing to each of their locations as he did so, along with any dishes they might need, before turning back to the phone.
Noah snatched the recipe and brandished it joyously, capering and holding it in the air. “We got it! We’re getting pancakes!” Cam rolled her eyes and plucked the paper out of his hand and mouthed thank-you, in Kevin’s direction, like she totally wasn’t the one behind the pancake scheme.
Then she began to gather ingredients. It was fortunate that he had chickens, which provided fresh eggs. The milk had long ago spoiled, so it was fortunate that he had powdered buttermilk.
 
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