[Anyone who enters the library may walk through the shelves to one of the secluded tables that is covered in a messy pile of papers and notebooks. Amongst the them is a blond head that may be slightly drooling onto a notepad.

Someone hasn't slept in three days and finally crashed.]

[The headache she had upon waking up was painful. She felt nauseous even though she didn't think she had anything to eat the night before. But she can't remember.

Like yesterday. She goes to the kitchen to get a strong cup of coffee.]

Umm...d-did anything happen last night? With umm...s-someone named Ana?

[Having spent most of the afternoon sleeping off the hangover, Saki is... back at the bar.]

[Good life decision, she does not make them.]

Pitcher of Kirin Lager and one shot of kamikaze. [Works quickly once the drinks are served, dropping the shot glass into a poured glass of beer and drinking down both of them, not stopping until the drink is empty. Someone observant might see the face she makes afterward, but it's gone quickly, replaced by a tentative calm as the alcohol surges through her.]

( Internal struggle. )

[Just for a little while, Cain seeks refuge in mindless distraction. Parked on a couch in a Shelter common room, clad in casual wear and socked feet, the commissar is working his way through a small stack of movies of seemingly random genre selection.]

[The mindless action flick? Hilarious and overblown. Hack and slash horror? Not even scary compared to what he's been through, but interesting on a psychological level. A terrible romantic comedy? Sure, why not. He even laughs when the writing is so bad that it's funny again.]

[There's even room on the couch if someone wants to join him and make fun of the worst parts of the movies.]

[Nepeta comes bursting in the bloody door, bearing a huge bag of towels, some pain medication, a kitten, and a robot.] Tereziiiiiiiiii~! I'm hoooommmee~!

[Pearl is in Jennifer's kitchen, poring over a children's cookbook. she's been meaning to do something to thank Miss Jennifer for letting her and Mystic Maya move in, and everyone likes cookies.]

[...unfortunately, Pearl's never cooked before; the only food she really knows how to prepare is salads. but it's a children's cookbook, so it can't be too hard, right?]

Floh...ur...? I don't know what that is... Ah, but I'm sure whatever it is, it's labeled... [but try as Pearl might, she can't find it; the flour is labeled, but not prominently, and so Pearl misses it.]

...um...I could come back to that one. Let's see...brown soo-gar? Ah...I don't know what that is either. Maybe I should ask someone for help... [but she doesn't want Miss Jennifer to find out. it's supposed to be a surprise!]

(OOC: Open to residents of Jennifer's house and anyone else who has a good reason to be in her kitchen.)