[hr][center][color=#808080][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen
[color=#808080][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Anyone within range[/center][hr]If there’s one thing Alex was, above all of his other personality traits, it was late. His experience during his teenage years had told him of that, definitely. So, he wasn’t surprised that, when he [i]finally[/i] showed up, half of the “group” had already showed up. He’d taken a quick stroll down to his room (Room 1), glancing in all the others for a sign of anyone he actually knew, even if they were old friends. Unfortunately, as he’d been expecting, it was all completely new to him. Not a single piece of familiarity to grip onto for dear life, and never let go of. It was a tedious process, really. First, it started with silently darting to his room, a blur of grey, looking around and claiming the bed that looked best, with a quick smirk. Then, it was eavesdropping on all the others, learning names and the sorts. So far, so good – he had Calliope and Mandie. For the rest, it was either staying there longer, when his stomach was starting to blow his “cover”, or simply going out there and making nicknames for them. Alex decided on the latter, as he wasn’t in the mood for being a creep, who someone just up from him was being. The dude had the whole get-up going on, especially with the moustache. He shuddered.

Dumping his belongings – that he’d decided to carry – in his room (on his claimed bed), Alex made his way down the small corridor, to the kitchen. It seemed to be the hotspot, since half of the people were there, conversing and scavenging for food. He’d picked up on a conversation about who could cook, and he instantly darted through the door. [color=#808080][b]“I can cook, I guess. ‘Learned about how to use my resources well when I was at summer camp,”[/b][/color] his eyes instinctively looked around for any signs of doubt; people who thought it was stupid, before continuing, [color=#808080][b]“it’s not much, but it’ll still stop us from having to eat each other.”[/b][/color] A small chuckle came out, which he really hadn’t hoped for – the only people he’d wished to befriend were the ones who actually bothered to peek under that antisocial façade, to see the Alex below. He tried to convince himself he didn’t mind, and push away the “old Alex” that was popping up. Besides, he needed to let camp go, right?