<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/567887516154331152/584106902942908435/Screen_Shot_2019-05-31_at_3.51.41_PM.png?width=209&amp;height=300)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><em>Birth / Childhood:</em>Hamilton, NZ<br/><em>Current:</em>split between Aukland, NZ/London, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July 2019, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom --> Villa Backyard --> Workout Space → Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Workout shorts, warmup jacket (https://i.imgur.com/b1M9iNL.jpg?2)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>| Owen Christopher |  Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | Elsa Nilssöm | Devon Daniels | OPEN! |<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps fortunately for Cassie, Owen had not stirred when her phone went off. There was enough white noise in the room, no doubt from the hum of the electrical equipment operating all of the various and sundry cameras, that stray sounds were harder to notice. He’d had a fitful sleep-what with sleeping in a strange bed and sharing it with a woman he barely knew causing him just enough physical discomfort and mental strain to give him a hard time knocking out.<br/><br/>In fact, he hadn’t even heard his own device buzz. The vibration was different enough from his personal mobile that he wasn’t attuned to it, and he’d finally managed to find a decent jag of sleep such that he wasn’t easily stirred. It was only the redheads light press of the lips to his cheek that finally helped his eyes drift open. He wasn’t fully there when she announced, quietly, her intentions to take to the shower, though he did catch a mention of the word ‘coffee’, a vice of which he typically did not partake.<br/><br/>By the time he was more fully awake, he became aware of the reminder buzz on the phone indicating that a text was still waiting. Upon reading the invite from Delaney, he found himself with his first real conundrum of the game. Saying yes would broaden his pools of possible ways to stay in, but risk angering Cassie, who he’d enjoyed getting to know the night before. Saying no would of course do the opposite, with the added effect of leaving him in the possible position of having declined a date without knowing if Cass had been asked on any sort of adventure herself. The idea occurred to him, and he realized he wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find that she had.<br/><br/>He also didn’t have the slightest fucking clue how to bring it up.<br/><br/>Owen mulled it, remembered that it was early in the proceedings, and that there was a benefit to getting to know as many folks as possible at this stage. He dashed off a quick acceptance of Delaney’s cheeky proposition, and had just set the phone back on the stand when Cas came back through to procure clothing.<strong>“Right then,” </strong>he replied, as she grabbed something and ducked back out.<br/><br/>He had a hunch it was best to give the girl some space, and he wasn’t ready to move at the same pace as her, though he did fancy himself at least a bite to eat and perhaps a quick burn before the day got going.<br/><br/>By the time he’d swung out of bed, slipped on shorts and a light nylon jacket, Cassie had already disappeared from the sleeping area. Owen made his way through the halls of the villa and found his way to the kitchen, reminding himself to keep an eye out for any signs of other folks to say hello to and for any way to get in and out of the house in case he found himself in need of a breath of air while surrounded by all these folks.<br/><br/>He paused to wash his hands quickly at the sink, and could see out the large windows that Cassie, Elsa and a couple other folks who he couldn’t make out were using the outdoor workout area, though some of them seemingly more engaged in conversation than doing the actual work itself.<br/><br/>Owen had had teammates like that over the years. They didn’t usually last long on the pitch.<br/><br/>From an oversized bowl, Owen plucked a ripe banana, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge-good and cold, just the way he preferred it. Chewing on his lip, he stripped the first half of the peel while wondering just how to handle the news of his date with Cassie. Being blissfully unaware that she already knew he’d been invited, of course-and even more blissfully unaware that one of the new meatheads on the island had already procured time with her for the same evening.<br/><br/><em>Well, she did mention coffee,</em>he thought, and set about filling up a mug. With care, he cradled his items in one hand, and the mug in the other, using the free fingers on that hand to push down the lever on the door and a gentle bump of his hip to push it open and step down onto the patio and over towards the workout space.<br/><br/>Once there, he recognized Devon, the metal head, as the other party who’d joined them in the space.<strong>“Morning all,”</strong>Owen said, fixing the best fake smile he could muster to his face.  “<strong>Hope everyone slept well. Cass, I brought you a refill, oh, and remind me to let you in on something later.” </strong>he continued, placing the mug on a small table at the corner of the space, then setting his bottled water down next to it.<br/><br/>He paused, about to take a bite of his banana, catching just an inkling that he’d interrupted a conversation.<strong>“Right, well, don’t let me interrupt, I can swing back through when it’s a bit less crowded over here.”</strong><br/><br/><br/>