Jesus H. Christ. I get some sleep, then go to university for a few hours and BAM! Six extra pages.
I honestly have no idea how to work my character into this right now.
Well most if not all characters are going to bed. Only Garrus, Richard, and maybe a few others are awake. You can interact with them or go to bed (tomorrow is going to have tests and fighting!). Your choice. Sorry that we went by so quickly, though the majority of the posts weren't anything important.
Fair enough. I read over them to get an idea of the events that have taken place.
Katie leaned up against a wall, twirling her rose in her fingers. Clearly this Anton fellow uses fire as his weapon, she thought, and shuddered at the idea of unrelenting fire, consuming everything. She reached up and tucked her hair behind one ear, then with nothing better to do, crossed to a corner and examined a potted plant standing on a small table.
She could sense no life in the plant, as if it was... "Fake. A worthless, plastic imitation," she said to herself, turning away in disgust. "Now, a real plant in its place, that would be better. I'll replace it as soon as I can find something good." She paused, and looked around the room. "There's no sense of.. nature to this place. They need someone like me to bring life to it."
"You can always take a look at the gardens. They're the nicest in the city, though still nothing compared to the Atrium in Garden City," Garrus told Katie, turning back to the tv and flipping through channels now that his movie was over.
"Fair enough. Thanks, Garrus," Katie said as she made her way to the doors. Poking her head out, she realized he was right: although it was fall season, the Society's gardens were lush with beds of flowers, vines creeping up overgrown pillars, and fruit-bearing bushes. Some of the taller trees had lost their leaves in preparation for the coming winter. Katie stepped out into the gardens, lost in the peacefulness and natural beauty of the scene.
Simon rolled out of bed, looking at the glowing hands of his digital clock...
7:46
"Fuuuuuck..."
He mumbled, looking around but not seeing anyone else awake, made his way to the bathroom to shower, put on some causal clothes, made his way down to the kitchen and started making pancakes
Richard had gone to bed around midnight, he woke up and checked the jets on the suit first that allowed him flight thanks to thrust vector technology. He then checked the weapons and defensive systems before heading down for breakfast. Everything on the suit wasn't perfect, but it was all well within working parameters.
"Good morning." he said as he made his way over to the fridge to make some eggs and toast.
Simon replied, pouring some fresh batter onto his frying pan, shifting away to quickly take a gulp of orange juice before shifting back to shape the bater into a pancake shape
Anton got up and sat on his bed for a few seconds. 'Best bed I've ever slept on' he thought and moved to get up. As he moved through the hallway he smelled something, something amazing. He entered the kitchen and saw pancakes.
"Two, right now with butter and a bottle of syrup" Anton said as he sat down at the table
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