Food shouldn't be this difficult WHO: Davie and Ryder WHEN: Anesus 4, 11 am WHERE: Where the basement staircase should be.
When Davie awake, he could only wonder at the time. At home, he had been an early riser, taking advantage of the hour or two he had usually had before too many other people were up and active. Here, it seemed, weird happenings at late hours and a tendency to stay up even later because of them seemed to be shifting his schedule. Thinking on which, he hadn't noticed anything especially strange happening last night. Maybe he wasn't one of the people affected by it. If that was really the case, so much the better.
It only took him a few minutes to get dressed and up, though he had taken a moment to look through the still present holes in the walls to make sure nobody was spying on him. The whole process was expedited by a rumble from his stomach. Of course, he wasn't sure whether the meal he sought should be called breakfast or lunch at this point.
Heading down the hallway, he was happy that there didn't seem to be too many people wandering around at this particular moment. There few a few, of course, but the halls were far from crowded. It was, therefore, a pleasant stroll up until the point where he got to the stairway, or rather the place where the stairway should have been. Instead, what he found was a rather sharp cliff separating himself from the floor above.
"Great," he muttered with a frown, "so how am I supposed to get food?"
Ryder had gone to sleep fairly late the night before. More like in the early morning hours. He'd been busy in his room, helping his shaman-in-training through preparing a prayer for the full moon ritual in a couple of days. He had finally rolled out of bed late in the morning and decided to find some food and go for a run in the courtyard. He liked running in the rain, it cooled him off and he liked the feeling of water soaking his fur. It was like a shower, but better. Except that when he reached the place the staircase to the first floor should have been, he was met by a gaping hole in the ceiling and no stairs.
He glared balefully up at the hole. Too high to jump even if he shifted to his full form, so that wasn't an option while he was clothed and mostly human-looking. It would be easier if he were trying to go down. He looked down the hall, huffing a sigh when a human strolled up and gave the hole in the ceiling the same exasperated look as he just had. It seemed they had been heading for the same place. Getting upstairs was starting to look like a lost cause, unless there was some way to dig out of the foundation of the building, which probably wasn't going to happen.
He looked at the human again and wondered if throwing him up could work. But that still wouldn't get Ryder upstairs, he'd be left in the basement. "What if we had rope?" he mused. The undercroft was just down the hall, and there would probably be some rope in there. He could climb chairs stacked from the lounge until he was high enough to jump out, and then find somewhere to tie the rope and hang it down.
"A rope would be useful," Davie conceded, keeping his voice carefully controlled and not especially friendly-sounding. A tuft of fur appearing out of the collar of the other's shirt indicated that he was a Lykos, and trying to get to the same place or not, Davie wasn't too thrilled about having to work with one of them. He would cooperate for the sake of avoiding being outright antagonistic (after all, the last thing he wanted was a Lykos being mad at him, but he wanted to make it obvious that just because they both wanted to get upstairs, that didn't make them friends.
His mind back on the predicament at hand, Davie peered up at the next floor with a frown. Much too high for a human to jump and if the Lykos hadn't done so already that meant it was too high for him, too. Rope wasn't a bad idea, if there happened to be a rope available. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case.
"I don't suppose you keep a rope in your room, because I know I don't."