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

[Amer]

“Uhh-” Charlie looked around, as if trying to get suggestions from the sleeping people around them. Not me, I lost my brother and that was only one kid. He thought somewhat glumly.
“Anyone that doesn’t have a hangover?” He offered, smiling a bit at the thought. Definitely not me.
“Hey, have you seen my brother? He’s about this tall and annoying as hell.” Charlie gestured with his hand to show the approximate height of Alex.

Kipp grimaced looking skeptically around at the sleeping semi-adults all still sleeping quite heavily. Charlies suggestion would take them down to practically nobody. He hadn't seen Kyle with anything though so he was apparently everyone's top choice.

"Oh, he's upstairs with all the other kids." He said pointing a thumb over his shoulder toward the hallway they'd just come from. "They were all pretty exhausted last night."

Cam heaved a sigh of relief, she had been in the process of deciding what to snap at Charlie after all the work Kipp and Take had done to get Alex back to him.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Kipp grimaced looking skeptically around at the sleeping semi-adults all still sleeping quite heavily. Charlies suggestion would take them down to practically nobody. He hadn't seen Kyle with anything though so he was apparently everyone's top choice.

"Oh, he's upstairs with all the other kids." He said pointing a thumb over his shoulder toward the hallway they'd just come from. "They were all pretty exhausted last night."

Cam heaved a sigh of relief, she had been in the process of deciding what to snap at Charlie after all the work Kipp and Take had done to get Alex back to him.

“Ah, alright.” Charlie replied, relieved. He decided not to go and check up on Alex. The chaos of the small children could wait. He gave Cam a sideways look and noticed her pointed glance and sigh. What did I do now? Even the plant girl’s mad at me. He rubbed his head. Ow.

 

[Amer]

“Ah, alright.” Charlie replied, relieved. He decided not to go and check up on Alex. The chaos of the small children could wait. He gave Cam a sideways look and noticed her pointed glance and sigh. What did I do now? Even the plant girl’s mad at me. He rubbed his head. Ow.

(Cam has been very snappish lately. I think it’s a combination of not enough food and too little sleep and being surrounded my little helpless children and doom? Doom makes people very grumpy.)
Cam privately wondered where and when they would get breakfast while she said out loud. “How long are we going to be here? In the Rugæ village, I mean.” She didn’t even want to think of bringing up how long are we stuck in Borealis, even though they all thought it.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Nat rolled off of her assigned mattress in active Call of Duty: Modern Warfare mode.
That is to say, she was wielding a fistful of bedsheets in lieu of an AK-47 and rather abated instead of amped.
All until the hangover exchanged posts with sublime unconsciousness.
Most everything hurt and giving a good ol' multicolor yawn was really tempting.
She punched her throat just in time to stop the eruption.
"Regret: 100," she groaned, then realized using a Skyrim skill tree leveling aloud didn't have nearly the same effect as typing it.
There was a weirdly large amount of people in this room. She set aside three seconds to wonder how many of them had slept in here, then promptly moved on because thinking on that path consequently tracked back to the circumstances that had led up to their disposition in this room.
On the immutable instinct that interaction awoke, she reached up to tousle her bed head to something socially acceptable, only to find her sweat-plastered hair was beyond help.

“Uhh-” Charlie looked around, as if trying to get suggestions from the sleeping people around them. Not me, I lost my brother and that was only one kid. He thought somewhat glumly.
“Anyone that doesn’t have a hangover?” He offered, smiling a bit at the thought. Definitely not me.
“Hey, have you seen my brother? He’s about this tall and annoying as hell.” Charlie gestured with his hand to show the approximate height of Alex.

"YO, did we lose Alex again?" Nat sounded more fascinated than disapproving with their general incredible inability to keep tabs on a single little kid.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Cam has been very snappish lately. I think it’s a combination of not enough food and too little sleep and being surrounded my little helpless children and doom? Doom makes people very grumpy.)
Cam privately wondered where and when they would get breakfast while she said out loud. “How long are we going to be here? In the Rugæ village, I mean.” She didn’t even want to think of bringing up how long are we stuck in Borealis, even though they all thought it.

Nat rolled off of her assigned mattress in active Call of Duty: Modern Warfare mode.
That is to say, she was wielding a fistful of bedsheets in lieu of an AK-47 and rather abated instead of amped.
All until the hangover exchanged posts with sublime unconsciousness.
Most everything hurt and giving a good ol' multicolor yawn was really tempting.
She punched her throat just in time to stop the eruption.
"Regret: 100," she groaned, then realized using a Skyrim skill tree leveling aloud didn't have nearly the same effect as typing it.
There was a weirdly large amount of people in this room. She set aside three seconds to wonder how many of them had slept in here, then promptly moved on because thinking on that path consequently tracked back to the circumstances that had led up to their disposition in this room.
On the immutable instinct that interaction awoke, she reached up to tousle her bed head to something socially acceptable, only to find her sweat-plastered hair was beyond help.

"YO, did we lose Alex again?" Nat sounded more fascinated than disapproving with their general incredible inability to keep tabs on a single little kid.

Charlie shrugged in response to Cam’s question. When did I last eat? He thought, realizing how hungry he was. I don’t remember.
“Nah,” Charlie called to Nat, “he’s in the other room.” For some strange reason the sight of Nat made him think of thneeds.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Cam has been very snappish lately. I think it’s a combination of not enough food and too little sleep and being surrounded my little helpless children and doom? Doom makes people very grumpy.)
Cam privately wondered where and when they would get breakfast while she said out loud. “How long are we going to be here? In the Rugæ village, I mean.” She didn’t even want to think of bringing up how long are we stuck in Borealis, even though they all thought it.

Nothing made Kipp want to go back to bed more than the thought of having to leave. They'd only just gotten to what seemed like a reasonably safe place. He didn't want to leave. He felt guilty though, knowing that there were still kids trapped back there. But really what could a bunch of teenagers do? Even if they did have special powers, it seemed everyone else here did too.

The people in this town initially seemed standoffish, but after last night, the way Ashira had described the people of Borealis had shone though. People who were there for each other, willing to help even strangers where they could.

Kipp didn't know what to say to answer Cam's question. As soon as they were ready, was the reasonable answer, but that was more urgent sounding than he wanted to say. He wouldn't mind staying here for a while, it had been a rough week. It was fair for him to want a day without danger and fear wasn't it?

"We need a guide, and clothes, food... weapons. Someone to show us how to use them would be good too. Hana and Kevin I think are the only ones who have their own weapons. Though, I guess, some of us have our abilities we can rely on." Kipp frowned at the back of Charlies head, wondering if a mind controlling bad guy would be able to control someone he couldn't see, but quickly dismissed the idea. Olim was able to control the we-sa without being with them, so he must be able to control people he couldn't see.

"First, we need breakfast. We can all go, get enough food for everybody and bring it back. Then figure out how to convince Kyle he's the best man for the daycare job."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Fred waddled to wherever they are having breakfast. His glasses had fogged up so he pulled them from his face and used his T shirt to clean the steam. He yawned looking for someone he could be bothered talking to.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Fred waddled to wherever they are having breakfast. His glasses had fogged up so he pulled them from his face and used his T shirt to clean the steam. He yawned looking for someone he could be bothered talking to.

Kipp smirked at the still groggy looking Fred, who seemed to be looking for where the currently non-existent breakfast they were talking about was.

"Mornin." He said gesturing to his own head with a finger, to imply Fred might want to fix his hair, which was stuck straight up on one side of his head. "You slept with your glasses on? You must have crashed pretty hard last night."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Charlie shrugged in response to Cam’s question. When did I last eat? He thought, realizing how hungry he was. I don’t remember.
“Nah,” Charlie called to Nat, “he’s in the other room.” For some strange reason the sight of Nat made him think of thneeds.

Nat disbelievingly waved a hand at him, and in doing so, realized said hand was decently battered. "Rad," she declared and, before she could overthink it, licked her hand in appreciation. The blood even tasted fresh. "Anybody remember who I fought? Do I need to finish it?"

 

[Rose Quartz]

Nat disbelievingly waved a hand at him, and in doing so, realized said hand was decently battered. "Rad," she declared and, before she could overthink it, licked her hand in appreciation. The blood even tasted fresh. "Anybody remember who I fought? Do I need to finish it?"

"That would be yourself." Juli growled, rolling over to put her back to Nat who had woken her up. She dramatically lifted the jacket she'd used as a pillow up into the air and dropped it over her head to block out the light. She wasn't sure where it had come from, or who's it was, but she had it now, and had no intention of returning it.