Michael
Ashton had finally pulled his sorry ass out of bed and out of his dorm. He was tired of being sad and he was tired of doing nothing. And most importantly, he was tired of relying on his roommate and strangers who dm him for food. His parents raised him better than this. 

The blue haired boy rolls out of bed and pulls on a sweater and sweatpants, washing his face and brushing his teeth (in the public bathroom, because this place has never heard of privacy) at the crisp time of... 2:00pm. Good morning sunshine. He makes his way to the kitchen, one earbud in for the sake of his sanity. He peeks through the doorway, making sure the place is empty before taking a few steps in, and then proceeding to open every single cabinet and drawer in the place.

Why? Because he didn't know where *Anything* Was in this place. He was trying to familiarize himself with the place, but wasn't doing too great. Ashton sighs, starting to close the drawers and cabinets before pulling out the ingredients for waffles.

And then sighs when he realizes he doesn't remember where the waffle iron was, and begins the cabinet and drawer opening process once more, totally engrossed in his own mind and the music playing in his ear.
Brad
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Ah yes, the kitchen.
Her safe haven... Well, probably the exact opposite actually- if Hatsume is correct, she recalls being... Well, completely banned from the place? Hence why she makes a point of making her presence known preferably when the room is empty.
This time, however, it was *Not* Empty. The tall girl blinked at the back of Ashton's head, unfamiliar with the stranger's hair and.. General identity. Right, well, what was the most inappropriate thing she could do in that situation, perhaps? You're about to find out.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatsume almost instantly skipped *Towards* Ashton from behind, impulsively ruffling the hair on the reptile mandem.
"Heyo, stranger, new?" She beams, completely unfazed and unguilty by her interruption of his cabinet and drawer opening session. It was as if the girl lacked any self awareness *Whatsoever*.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ She released him from her pet pet grip quite quickly, now standing there quietly, awaiting some sort of response.
John
◇ Two's company, three's a crowd.

□ At least, that was how the the old adage went. Margo wasn't thinking much about adages, though, as she strolled out of her room with a hand-roll jutting out from her lips. Planning on heading outside for a smoke, she'd been meaning to make some spiced tea to bring with her, a warming Thermos of innumerable flavours, but this meant she had to enter the kitchen. She hated the kitchen. Maybe it was the sexist voice baked into the back of her skull, uncomfortably similar to her father's, that parroted bullshit about the role of a woman being to cook and clean. Maybe it was just because she still hadn't lived down the spin cycle pot. Or, maybe she just sucked and didn't like to address it.

▪︎ Whatever the case, she strolled in and saw two heads of hair, one familiar and one not.

◆ "Hey, Hatz." Margo called out from the doorway, leaning one arm against it and looking forward with an intense yet approachable gaze. "And other person I dunno. Up to no good?
Michael
The sudden feeling of a hand in his hair makes Ashton jump, quickly standing up straight and turning around to face this stranger, eyes wide. When did another person get here? He blinks, a hand reaching up and tapping his earbud to pause his music, the panic in his face fading as he realizes the person in front of him isn't a threat. She seems cool, actually. Nothing like dyed hair to signal good vibes.

"Uh," Ashton nods, "Yeah, I'm new. I'm assuming you're... Not?" He laughs, a bit nervous before reaching up to try and fix his hair. Half the drawers and cabinets were open in here, and it seemed like she didn't even notice. He wondered if this was a normal occurrence here. Maybe that's why she didn't seem to care. 

But before he could really think on this, or even ask about it, yet another person walks into the kitchen. This was embarrassing. At least this first person didn't *Notice* The mess Ashton was making. He didn't know how this second person would react at all. What would happen when they both noticed? 

"Um," Lord, this was terrible. What a horrible first impression. "I mean, I wouldn't think so. I'm just trying to make some food." He shifts his weight from foot to foot, as if that would take away from the mess he was making at all. 

Talk about making friends.
Brad
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ To Hatsume, the current state of the kitchen was actually what she would consider *Clean*, rather than what it actually was, a mess and a half.
After all, she usually leaves the kitchen an even worse state than this whenever she decides she wants a grilled cheese (how she managed to demolish the blender making that last time is beyond me, her methods of destruction are far beyond my comprehension or explanation.
"Ohh it's so nice to get bew blorbos in the scrunkle den of the cradle" What the FUCK

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "I'm not new and I'm also Hatzume, hehe" And for a moment, that was all she had to say, idly making her way over to the soda cans and shaking them left, right and center, a usual feat of her's. Normally, Amelie would have stopped her by now, or she would have accidentally opened one on herself in her absentminded troublemaking.
She gently kicks a nearby cabinet door back and forth while she was in the midst of her shenanigans, as if she wasnt doing something many would consider heinously cruel. Those words however, were too long for her, and thus did not matter to the tall girl.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Soon enough, her attention is on a new voice, an american accent. Hatsume shifts her gaze and large as life, Margo is standing in the doorway, casually as if she owned the place.
She had always liked Margo, actually, despite being on complete opposite ends of just about every spectrum the eye can see, they got along like a house with a small and overall not entirely dangerous electrical fire inside.
Aka. Not terribly.
"Haiii margo, I'm *Always* Up to no good"
Placing her shaken can down, Hatzume approaches the stranger, patting Ashton's shoulder with zest

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Miscellanious new person is a saint though, yes yes. Makin foods"
:3
John
◆ "No shit." Margo quietly chuckled. "You're the walking incarnation of Lyssa in some ways. I'd be concerned if you *Weren't* Up to no good. Also for reference she was the Greek deity of madness. My deep dive into the history of lingustics has bled over into mythology, as you can see."

□ Strolling in, Margo carried herself with the sort of swagger only a rich street urchin from Brooklyn could have carried themselves with. One foot in front of the other she confidently made her way towards the teapot, popping its lid open and pouring some water in before also dropping a thermometer probe in. Setting it down on the stove, she flicked it on max and leaned her backside against the lip of the cupboard, fishing her cigarette out from her lips and fixing it behind her ear.

▪︎ Now, there was the other person, and they seemed *Timid.*

◆ "Trust me, man, I'm worse. However bad you are at cooking, I'm worse. You might've seen a video floating around the Cradle of a spinning pot on a stovetop; that was me." She spoke matter-of-factly. "That was me who fuckin' did that, and I still dunno how I managed it. All I know is that, well... It happened, and Amelie got it on camera."

▪︎ A mismatched pensive note hung on her every word. Maybe she was still a little bothered by her and Amelie growing apart; maybe she should have tried to remedy that when it had originally started.
Michael
[ do u guys still want to continue this? ]
John
[Up to the others lol]
Michael
Ashton didn't know what to do here. This was odd. The two people in front of him were, simply put, total opposites. He wanted to say something about Hatsume shaking the soda, and something about Amelie ("Holy shit are you seriously going to shake all of those?" And "Oh, I kind of met Amelie, she's quite a character huh?"), but when he opened his mouth to speak, all he did was sigh. How underwhelming!

He had not, in fact, seen the video Margo was talking about, but something in the back of his head itched to recreate whatever the fuck she was talking about. It seemed like it would easier than cooking, especially cooking in front of two strangers. Ashton closes his mouth again, taking a moment before attempting to speak again.

"I'm Ashton," He starts, and then glances between the two, "And uh... No. I haven't seen that video." He looks around all the opened cupboards again, and watches Margo move through them to make tea as if it was nothing. How normal is this for them? How weird were the other people in this place?

"Actually, I was looking for the waffle iron? Waffles seem easy to make," He continues, hoping at least one of them knew where the damn thing was. Maybe Hatsume could help him, too, she looked like she needed something to do. Besides shake soda.