Who: Felix [Narrative] Where: His room/The craft room When: 4:30am, then just before 6am
Felix had plans.
Felix had plans for that morning.
He'd set a quiet, subtle alarm on his phone to wake him up at exactly 4:30am, which was ungodly, but he really only needed to copy and paste something, then he could return to the warm, cozy confines of his blankets for a few hours.
With that in mind, he didn't even bother to do his morning routine, no morning piss, no brushing his teeth, not even turning a light on. He sat as his computer for what felt like a good ten minutes just trying to log into his dummy account, and wondering if maybe his two-month long sleep had messed with his head. He knew how to log in, why the fuck wasn't it letting him do it?
"You suuuuuuck," he murmured to the camera he knew was above him, watching him, then thought maybe he did need to piss after all. Flicking on the light was a mistake, and he grunted and closed his eyes against the brightness as he trudged over to his toilet, doing his business. He didn't even notice the apple until he was halfway through blindly washing his hands, and he frowned in confusion at it.
What the fuck did "Earn it back" mean?
It took him a few seconds, with his hands remaining under the warm water, for him to get it. To really get it. "Shit," he whispered to himself, fully awake now as he crept back into the main room and towards the entrance to the batcave in his closet. Except no entrance. Nothing. He nearly let another curse escape him, but he knew eyes were watching and he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing him too terribly phased by his new predicament. He paused for a few seconds, then headed toward to the computer again, opening the middle drawer on the desk quietly, and crouching to grab the small x-acto knife he'd taken from the craft room fastened to the underside of the top drawer from its hiding space. He used it to carefully pry up his secret floorboard, and sighed with relief when he saw his emergency stash still there. So he still had at least some tools at his disposal.
He glanced at the computer screen, and the notepad document he had open, and reached a hand for the mouse to delete it. Fine, he couldn't do Plan A for now. He'd have to go with Plan B.
The beauty of the house's current layout, and room situation, was that the only person who was really within range to hear anything from his room was Audrey. The next closest was Jesse, but he didn't really think the guy would be up and about this early either way. He carefully and silently made his way across the hall to the craft room, grabbing a few paints, cloth and stuffing materials, needles and thread, and a few other tidbits he felt would add a little a little something to the whole endeavor.
Carefully tiptoeing back to his room he spent the next hour and a half working. He left in the same outfit he'd worn the last time he'd snuck out of the house, and with a fairly full, but relatively light, gym bag slung across his back. He tossed all of the crafting supplies into his floor board hoard, and left the apple on his desk, with a huge bite taken to remove the message that had been left for him. Challenge accepted. He made his way to the empty bedroom next to his, feeling a little unnerved by the fact that he hadn't been able to check the feeds before leaving to make sure that his own potential hiccup, Oliver, was sleeping somewhere other than he room. He figured it was safe to assume that the man was holed up with his boyfriend, but better to be safe than sorry. The cold of the window ledges made his descent difficult, but having three floors of presumably empty bedrooms gave him a little room to maneuver. But damn, he'd been dormant for too long, and his body was already aching for it. He lingered when he needed to, and once he'd hit the second floor window, he peered inside to see that, yes, Oliver's room was empty. He continued on towards the entryway, lowering himself down in front of the door as quietly as he could, then disappearing in the shadows on the road towards town.