WHERE: Team Common Room WHEN: Monday; morning(ish) WHAT: Jett and Cleo meet; fun times. STATUS: Closed; In Progress VIEW WARNINGS: to be deterrrrrmined.
It was shaping up to be another week of chaos and carnage, although this time it looked like it was the recovery from an ice age rather than anything else. More often than not, Jett would venture to the cafeteria for breakfast, frankly he wasn't one for cooking himself, so it made sense to not almost kill himself with shitty food when there was plenty available downstairs. But with the most recent bout of everyone losing their fucking minds, Jett was happy to just make some tea upstairs and figure out how to avoid it all.
One of his clones had already ventured off to the gym, because he might not have the early morning slot with Holly on Mondays, but he figured it was best to keep some semblance of a routine anyway. There was another clone out trying to learn everything possible about plant care and if and when it should be moved to a bigger pot, if the window sill was a good place to keep it, if he should be watering it more, did plants need food as well as water. It was probably going to be a lot of information he'd rarely use, but still. Clara's gift to him seemed important enough to learn.
He'd just sat down, with a cup of tea, when the third clone, who was meant to check on Dani and then go please himself but avoid Victor at all costs bust in with an expression of wanting to visit the eighth floor. "What on earth for?"
"Well, are we ever going to go to Alaska? No. This is our only chance." He could feel the headache, he hated these types of clones, and he was quickly reevaluating if this one should check on Dani or go learn plant stuff while the reasonable version of him went to check on Dani. Either way, it was going to be a nightmare. He should just reabsorb the idiot and move on.
"You are not going up there to get frostbite and hypothermia, for God sake, the staff have enough problems without you." He liked his sense of adventure, really. It only got him into trouble about one in four times. But when it was amplified in a clone, it was damn near reckless stupidity.
"Free will, fuck you!" And off he went.
Sighing, sipping his tea, Jett wasn't sure if this day would end in frostbite or worse.