Travis awoke the next morning face down on his new desk. Stinging from fatigue, his eyes twitched as they slowly opened. He groaned and breathed heavily through his nostrils while stretching back in his seat, finally yawning when leaning as far back as he could. Staring back at the desk's surface, he could see plenty of work and study had been performed at a very late schedule, likely very early in the morning. Travis could vaguely remember taking his notepad to jot down a few words and translated symbols and somehow, he still didn't know how, that turned into full-fledged project. With another groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed away and rheum that may have collected before snatching some of the graphs and detailed diagrams to at least see what he had been working on.

As he figured what is was, it was his late-night idea of another experimental rune, influenced by Artos' superb skill in ice magic. Much of the rune's structure of still incomplete but the base however contained the foundation of how the spell would engage. It was very much like his own backdraft rune; influence by scientific know-how and natural physics. This piece of work, what he guessed going by the proposed drawing, would discharge a thick surge of cryogentic fumes, likely to freeze anything almost instantaneously. Notably less explosive than his earlier work but nonetheless still, dangerously, effective. Oxygen appeared to be a main component but so did water too. 

He caught a few side notes identifying the possible use of minor water magic in order to achieve the desired effects if dispersed H2O particles could not be produced through the spell. Interestingly enough, there was a side note on the side notes - he must have been very tired at the point to pull something like that - mentioning the possible use of wind magic with his backdraft rune in order to change its effects. To what end though, it did not detail.

"Coffee." Travis said allowed to himself in a demanding and unamused tone, "I need coffee." 

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Eventually, Travis made his way downstairs fully dressed and having already showered. Turning to through the lounge and then the kitchen, Travis could see most of everyone sitting at a large table, hosting a wide variety of breakfast assortments atop its surface. The bagels and cream cheese looked particularly appetizing and it pleased him to know there was joe and plenty of it.

"Morn'n  partners," Travis declared with one of his father's enthusiastic Southern accented greetings.

It may have not been noticeable at a distance, but once he took his seat, the two small black circles under his eyes were evident enough to illustrate how well he had slept. Despite this, he did his best to maintain a cheery attitude over the clear fatigueness befallen him. Travis produced one of his own and rather large mug and placed it on table before pouring the contents of the coffee pot into it.

Just as he mixed in some creamer and surgar, Travis couldn't help but notice Felix's manadial holographically displaying what appeared to be a local news article though he personally could not make out the headlines from where he sat, "Any funnies?" he asked jokingly.