Andrea
[Breakfast!]

◆ "Well, talk about early plans..."

□ Yawning, Silas finally slid himself out of bed after roughly an hour of tossing and turning, feeble attempts to fall back into a slumber going unrewarded as his phone buzzed constantly with chatroom messages. Eyes still crusted with sleepiness, he tapped away at the screen, plans forming from the murk as his stomach grumbled with the simple demand that it be fed.

▪︎ And so, he slid out of bed, but now what did he wear...?

◇ Common sense said some slacks, a button-up, a tie, and some platform shoes. Inside, though, he was feeling a dress. So, he did what he did best, popping open the window and sticking his hand out of it to test the waters. To his dismay it was a cold morning, and so the dress idea had to be shelved for today. Slipping into a rather preppy get-up, he fed the fish, watered his plants, and though he hadn't swept his room yet he figured he could just do it later on – the devil was talking, really – so he slipped out of his room and made his way towards one of the commons areas.

• Now, he had to wait.
Marie
"Good thing this place is pretty close to the kitchen, hm?" 

Uriel yawned. They had passed out while walking— yes, mid-step— out of the laboratory, and woke up to a rather unflattering black eye from the fall. 

It seemed no one had encountered their unconscious body, however— and Uriel couldn't quite decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

They quickly try and tidy up their appearance— rebranding their hair, moving their hair to make the black eye less prominent, and stretching to re-awaken their still-asleep legs. 

They enter the common area, head peaking from the door frame in order to scan for either Silas or Margarita. Upon making eye contact with Silas, their eyes brighten. 

"It's a pleasure seeing you once again." They say, taking a seat next to him. In their hands is a single cup of strong smelling green tea and a tiny, albeit a bit stale, croissant.

`9:53AM, 17th March, 2022, Newton's Cradle, Isakstad, Sweden`

So maybe skipping dinner last night for the sake of playing videogames wasn't the best idea.

She had been on her phone for a good few hours now, her mind blanked out from all the social media catching up and mindless youtube videos. Was this really gonna be her life for the next many months, no, years? If it was, then she'd be unsure how to feel.

And then hunger kicked it up a notch. So much for staying in bed being lazy. Groaning, she sat up properly, followed a quick stretching routine to get the kinks on her body out (of course, exaggerated considering she *Is* Stretchy), and, now that she was finally reinvigorated with *Some* Energy, she began making herself look presentable.

Quickly putting on a pair of shoes and a jacket on top of her shirt and short shorts, Margarita barely brushed her hair, leaving it slightly for now. Not that it mattered; she looked far worse on a bad day; it'll buff out, surely. But for now, breakfast. She needed it. ASAP. And maybe even two plates of it, aware that the servings were quite small to her taste. Unbeknownst to her, the reason wasn't actually that, it was just that being stretchy took up calories. A LOT of calories.

Margarita, the supposedly 'tough kid' didn't look like one at all, lazily stumbled into the commons room, where two people already where there taking their time chatting.

"Buongiorno. (`Good morning`)" She interrupted, sitting in one of the chairs at the far edge of the table. "Is breakfast still being served? I don't know, it's like... What," She picked her phone up and looked at the time. "Almost ten?"
Andrea
◆ "Aye, Uriel! What happened to your eye, mate? Looks like you lost an argument with a doorknob!"

□ Commenting on the black eye he could immediately see, it was all in jest and good nature. After all, he had no way of knowing what actually caused it, so he figured it best to play it neutral. Rising from the lounge chair, he remembered that by all accounts he was the shorter of the two, at least half a foot below, and for a brief moment that familiar flourish of butterflies tickled his ribs before dissipating. 

▪︎ It was good timing, then, that the light flush left his face. Margarita was here, and she was yet another tall person to tower over him.

"Mornin'." Turning to face the newcomer, he stuffed his hands into his back pockets, slouching a tad to accommodate this new hand arrangement. "Sure hope so. Otherwise we're gonna have to DoorDash some shit in and I don't feel like getting ripped off by, like, five hundred percent. Swear to God those fees are just decided by fate, fuck."
Marie
Upon hearing the question, Uriel strokes their chin with a gloved hand, deep in thought. The truth was... Well, a bit embarrassing, and they weren't sure the crowd would actually believe them. 

"Hm... Well." They pause, considering how to word the very strange event they found themselves in. 

"I was leaving the laboratory, and as I was walking, I fell asleep." They take a sip of their green tea. "Mid-step, that is. It's not uncommon for me, though."

"They are still serving food— but I'm afraid it is a little cold, because of the late time." Uriel gestures towards a board-looking woman manning the kitchen, standing around on her phone. They nibble on their croissant, letting out a content hum at the taste.

"Yeah, he's got a good question; what'd you get yourself into?" She asked, making herself comfortable in her seat. "It's not like fights here are common, so surely something must've- ah, I see."

Well... Getting knocked out by sleep mid-walk seemed like a joke or a made-up thing, but considering him at the Isakstad library? Seems likely. If he could stumble into her in a pretty wide aisle, then he could fall asleep mid-walk.

"Well... I don't mind cold food, but honestly? I'd rather get some things doordash'd in too, despite the fucking delivery costs. Get a taste of McDonalds before I go back to having meh food. At least fast food will seem like heavenly stuff now, yeah?" She concurred, leaning back into her seat.
Andrea
◆ "Mid-step?" Silas snorted. "Fuck, I don't envy ya, mate. That must've hurt, but hey, least it's normal, aye?"

□ Now, what an oddball Uriel was. Falling asleep while walking...? Sounded like narcolepsy, but Silas was no trained doctor so he simply kept his mouth shut, nodding as Margarita spoke. "You're off your damn rocker paying those prices, mate. Like, how the fuck does a McDouble cost 15 bucks through DoorDash?" He'd retort to Margie's seemingly accepting opinion towards DoorDash's absurd fees. For someone who'd lived ten minutes at most from the shops in Manchester, the idea of paying so much for what amounted to convenience made absolutely no sense, but he wasn't going to fight it.

▪︎ After all, he wasn't her accountant; if anything, were she to have her old cocaine connections he just might have made her a bit richer.

◆ "Pfft, who cares if it's cold? Frozen or boiling the food here's kinda garbage, so we might as well just grab it whenever it's convenient." Skipping along, he'd be noted as a mite more energetic than usual; whether that was from a good sleep or simply some good news was anyone's guess. "Anyways, y'all sleep okay?"