"Maeson. Maeson... MAESON! Get your ass up and out of bed. It's your turn to cook." Raeya grumbled, kicking the bed stand trying to wake up her bear of a brother. Out of the three of them Maeson was always the last to get up and the hardest. Sebastyian and Raeya usually drew straws to decide who would try to wake him up, and unluckily it was Raeya's morning to try. "Seriously? God you sleep like a fucking rock." Rolling her eyes she gave one final kick to the bed and walked into her bathroom to use her final resort, water. Filling up her cup with freezing water, she made a quick sign of the cross and prayed she could outrun her brother this morning. Creeping back into his room she slowly poured the water on his chest and backed up as he rose, growling, hair plastered to his face.



Speaking of Sebastyian he was already up and running around, after doing his morning exercises and meditating for a hour, he wandered into find his siblings in a stare down. "Well I know I'm the better looking twin most days, but you've gotta clean yourself up Maes. The wet dog look isn't flattering on you. He joked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed with a crooked grin. "Yeah yeah yeah, shut up Sebastyian, you know these guns are what the ladies like." Maeson said, flexing his arms as Raeya make puking noises behind him. Nodding Sebastyian rolled his eyes and pulled his hair back into a man-bun and turned around. "Who's cooking? I'm starved." He threw over his shoulder as Maeson and Raeya said at the same time, "Maeson." "Raeya."

"Hey, guys, could you quiet down for just a few seconds? It's Saturday morning, and I need my beauty sleep."

The tall Jewish girl standing in the doorway wore a knee-length shift, and not much else. She rubbed her eyes, and her hair was wild in the morning. Missy had had a late night last night, and she wasn't the type of girl to take 'no' for an answer. She was also skilled at handling whips.

Ena was already in the kitchen making a huge breakfast, the radio turned down so only she could hear. The little artist in her made the pancakes into butterflies and dinosaurs for the little ones and really good looking pancakes for the older kids. She pulled out the bacon and, cooked to perfection, they looked mouth watering. The scent wafted through the house and a smile lit her face. Hopefully that'll wake the sleepy heads up. She heard Cool for the Summer come on and she started rocking out in her over-sized shirt and messy hair.

Today was a very good day, as today she might be selling some of her artwork to a gallery. No one knew yet, but she got the call yesterday night after coming home from work. She sang to the song, loving the best as she started cooking the eggs. She heard screaming up stairs and giggled softly. Looks like they're up, she thought. Ena shouted "bacon! Come and get it!"

Nyteshaed had been attempting to sleep off a hangover, but it seemed like another morning of screaming voices had other ideas. She buried her pounding head in her pillow and attempted to block out the noise, but her brain had decided she was up and going to deal a throbbing headache and a mouth that tasted like a brewery shit in it. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them as the weak sunlight coming through her blinds stung at her retinas. Never again. She thought. Not that she was never going to drink again, but that she was never going to use whiskey as a mixer for vodka again. She was suddenly jolted awake by violent revolution and she bolted from her room with surprising speed. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, she made for the bathroom and was promptly violently ill into the toilet.
"Well good morning to you too, nausea." She muttered into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering when you might show up."

Morgan had always been a morning person. She remembered her parents saying it had been a blessing and a curse, they never got a lie-in but at least she was early to bed. The latter wasn’t so true anymore. This morning, as with all mornings, she’d quietly made herself a coffee before returning to her room and sitting on the window sill. She sat there and watched the city come to life, music playing through headphones with her coffee in one hand and a cigarette in another. It was her favourite way to spend the morning.

Faintly hearing the row over her music she smiled to herself. The Devonshires disagreements was also as much a part of her morning routine, signalling that it was time for her to face the world. Putting out her cigarette and taking off her headphones, she threw a flannel shirt on over her shorts and cami. When she first came here she was more concerned with her appearance, but this morning her currently blue hair was very much untamed. Padding down to the kitchen, she gave a small smile as Ena danced around. "Morning." She said as she set to refilling her mug.



As the sun began to rise, Oscar was still very much sprawled across his bed fast asleep. For him mornings were very much for sleeping. However sleep too long and he'd miss another of his great loves: breakfast. After too many tragic near misses he'd reluctantly set an alarm so that's why suddenly his phone started to ring out 'La Bamba'. It was the little things, and it was enough to bring a faint smile to his lips as he stirred into consciousness. Fishing out the phone from among the covers he turned down the volume and jumped out of bed.

Hopping across the room as he pulled on trousers and finding a clean t-shirt, he then went and swung open the curtains. "I think today will be a good day." And then that delicious smell of bacon hit him and his smile only grew. Walking out of his room he called out, "Good morning everyone!" It was a risk - somewhere quite scary in the morning - but he was counting on Maeson's shouting having already done the most damage. Running down the stairs and seeing the beautiful sight before him, he dramatically put his hand to his heart and swooned. "Oh Ena! You are my saviour, an angel, truly!"

Hazel groaned as she rolled over in bed. She checked the time on her phone's display. 7:02, and she could hear people yelling nearby! Three guesses who... she thought. She slunk back under the covers, blocking out the sound with her pillow - not very efficient, though.

"Bacon! Come and get it!" a muffled, vaguely sing-songy voice yelled from downstairs. Hazel silently counted to ten as she got herself together to get up and out of bed. She wasn't exactly used to getting up at this hour on the weekends - hell, not even on most weekdays. With a sigh, she heaved herself out of bed. Taking a brush to her hair and throwing on some clothes - jeans and a loose-fitting tank top - she sluggishly made her way downstairs.

"Mornin'..." she muttered as she stepped into kitchen, idly rubbing her eye.

Jac's fingers danced across the black and white keys, a sweet melody drifting around her. Though her eyes were closed, not a single note was missed. The song was too familiar for her to mess up, and the instrument was as familiar as Jac's own face. Her hands moved faster as if the music itself was controlling her like a puppet. She was too into the song to notice the shouts and yells outside he door. The only thing that could break her trance was --

"Bacon! Come and get it!"

Jac's eyes flew open. Bacon?! With an eager gasp, Jac jumped out of her chair and away from her piano. She danced around the tangles of wires that lay around her room and dashed to the kitchen with the smell pulling her nose.

Nyteshaed pulled herself out of the toilet, washing her mouth out in the sink and splashing some water on her face. She looked at the ratty face looking back at her from the mirror. God I look like a drowned rat. She thought, pulling at the bags under her eyes. Looking down at herself she decided a shirt would be pertinent before she went downstairs. Not that she cared much, but the others bitched at her for hours the last time she sowed up topless to breakfast. It wasn't her fault they were a bunch of prudes. She stretched and returned to her room, digging a wrinkled Motorhead shirt from the pile at the foot of her bed. She pulled it on over her head, not bothering with a bra. She looked at herself in the mirror, almost thankful that she wasn't big enough to need one.
She attempted to rub a bit of life into her face and failed. She took the railing downstairs and stumbled on her landing, her head continuing to protest any kind of activity. She sauntered into the kitchen, her recently emptied stomach rumbling softly at the smell of bacon.
"I love the smell of cooking flesh in the morning." She grinned, dropping into her seat and leaning back on two legs.

Shelly blinked once, then twice. God, was she not ready to wake up. And Missy wasn't there, having been woken, probably by those oafs next door, Maeson and that lot. She glanced at the calendar on the wall. Yep, that seemed right. Why couldn't they just let him sleep in? She would be willing to do the cooking on his days, if it meant that Miss would get the sleep She was due.

This was in no way a good start to the day for shelly chambers. Lonely, woken too early, and with pain in her wrists. She looked down at said wrists.

Rope burn. She would be wearing a long-sleeved shirt today.

She slipped into said shirt. A red one with a black collar, buttons, and cuffs. She buttoned it the whole way to the top, and slipped on a pair of black slim jeans. She slicked her hair back with care, and slipped into a pair of faded green sneakers, and set off to find Missy.

"Bacon. Come and get it!"
"Maes, you got lucky this time. You knew it was your turn to cook." Raeya said, turning out of his room and into her own, slamming the double doors shut. "Stupid butthole of a brother, and now the rest of the house is going to hate us because we woke them up." She muttered to herself, pulling raven locks back into a piece-y bun and throwing on a pair of her brothers' boxers, washed of course, and a black oversized tanktop, not worrying about a bra and padded down the steps to where everyone was congregating for breakfast, past Missy, who was still standing outside Maeson's door. She didn't think anything of it because she knew Missy didn't swing that way. "Morning all. Ena this smells amazing, thank you." Grinning she went over to Ena and gave her a side hug before looking down at Celeste. "Good morning little one." She said, signing as well, before picking up a plate.



"Alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist Maes, I'm coming." Sebastyian said, closing and locking the door to his room as well. "Missy aren't you going to come to breakfast?" He questioned, looking from Maeson to Missy and back to Maeson. Shrugging he started down the steps where he saw Hazel and slung an arm around her shoulder, "Morning sweetheart, my, aren't we looking gorgeous this morning." Grinning he looked over at Raeya and then back at the steps where Maeson was coming down. "At least we have bacon." He said cheerfully, snagging a piece from Jac's plate as she walked past. "Thank you love, you didn't have to grab me a piece." Smirking he kissed her cheek and made a plate, putting a piece on Jac's plate for the one he took. Sebastyian was the morning person of his family, and it showed.

Morgan had never been a talkative person in the morning. When she had first come to the warehouse she had tried to be more sociable over breakfast but as she began to settle in more she was growing more comfortable with just sitting back and watching the chaos. As the others began to make their way down Morgan simply welcomed them with a gentle smile. With a sip of her coffee she reflected over her short time in this place. She'd never much felt at home anywhere but this place didn't pretend to be a home, it was just safe. Safe was what she needed.

When the girl who insisted on being called Nyteshaed sat down it was clear she was looking - and likely feeling - a little worse for wear. At the mention of burning flesh Morgan wrinkled her nose but laughed it off. "I think I'll stick with the pancakes."



Taking a seat Oscar rubbed his hands as he looked over the delicious food in front of him. Taking just the right amount was a careful skill he had put much work into: too much and others would complain, too little and you would definitely be going hungry. With so many to feed there were rarely left overs. He cheerily greeted everyone and for Celeste he signed 'Good Morning' as best as he could. Seeing the Devonshires begin to make their way down to the kitchen he grinned and called out. "Ah! Thank you for being my alarm clock this morning, I would have hated to have missed such a glorious breakfast." He laughed and took a bite of bacon.

As Jac gazed around the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice everyone was mostly dressed for the day. A big contrast to the oversized cat pajamas she still had on. She mentally shrugged. Oh well. She wasn't going anywhere, as far as she knew. And these pants were way too comfy.

Jac's stared at her plate eagerly. Three pancakes with ten strips of bacon, all hot and ready to be eaten. It was a bit much, but the young musician was ready to eat a horse whole. Before she could even touch her plate, a hand reached out and plucked a piece of bacon off her plate. "Thank you love, you didn't have to grab me a piece," came Sebastyan's teasing voice. Jac tensed, looking ready to tackle him for that one piece, but a soft peck on the cheek took away all thoughts of regaining the bacon. Her face flushed red and she settled on the counter, one hand on her cheek.

Ena smiled softly at Celeste and handed her a plate with a butterfly pancake smack dab inthe middle, pancakes surrounding it. She touched her nose and winked at the little girl, saing "I know." She heard the three loud ones come down and, just like she predicted, Sebastyian was already stealing off people's plates. She shook her head and places a plate full of bacon down next to a plate with three slabs of pancake on it. She looked at Raeya and smiled "no problem! I just wanted to bring the family together before I made my announcement."

She looked at Maeson and smirked. "Making friends already?", she said. She filled two plates, one with eggs and bacon and the other with pancakes, and slid them over to him. She smiled pleadingly, saying "please don't make this morning dramatic? Or bacon is off the table."

Nyteshaed shrugged at Morgan's comment. "More for me." She said.
The greasy strips of death were just what her headache was craving and she piled her plate high. She filled a pancake with bacon and eggs and nearly drowned it in syrup. Not bothering with a fork or knife, she folded the meal up like a taco and dug in with an almost sexual groan. She paused to lick up a drip of syrup and grease that was running down her arm before continuing with her feast. Her mind began to clear, but her thoughts remained on the breakfast taco. She made a mental note to remember this in the future and wondered why she hadn't thought of it sooner.

Finally, Shelly found Missy.

"Miss! Miss! There's bacon and pancakes! May i have some?"

Bacon and pancakes are, of course, the best invention in the history of the universe. Yet, they are so unhealthy.

"Of course, shelly. I need to get dressed, though."

They went back to their room. Shortly thereafter, Missy exited wearing a tight, knee-length rose dress. And high heels.

After waking Shelly from her resulting stupor, Missy led into the kitchen. There, she sat on a seat pulled out by Shelly.

Before long, almost everyone had filed in and taken a seat at the table. Hazel had already helped herself to some of the food on the table - not that much, though. She never had much of an appetite this soon after getting up. Still, it was good food, and she did feel a bit hungry. She looked around at the others while munching on a piece of pancake. It was always lively in the mornings, a bit too lively for Hazel. Of course that awful racket was the Devonshires... she thought.

"Wearing a shirt to the breakfast table, Nyteshaed? I liked your old style better."

Missy gave an exaggerated pout, before swallowing her last strip of bacon that had just been dropped into her mouth. She leant back, and Shelly started on her own breakfast, her neat, slicked back hair being tousled by Missy.
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@Jozarin Nyteshaed snorted through a mouthful of greasy breakfast. The tshirt was shockingly modest in comparison to her usual morning attire.
"Well I figured it was a special occasion. It's been a while since I've woken up drunk from the night before. Plus last time I caught a hell of an earful about the younger eyes in the room." She nodded toward Celeste. "Besides, you can come by my room after breakfast if you really miss 'em that much." She gave Missy a wink and a kissy face.