Who: Marco, Lennon and Felix When: Early morning Where: The Nature Center
Felix had gone to sleep the night before uncomfortable and hungry, and had woken up a relatively elevated level of both. He'd been expecting as much, considering how obvious it was that a padded platform was never going to be a suitable alternative to an actual mattress. An overshirt wasn't a pillow, a slightly damp towel wasn't a blanket. He'd given up on the latter at some point in the middle of the night, feeling himself even more cold in addition to chaffing slightly after hoping that his body heat might cause the fabric to dry faster. Now it was draped on one of the safety bars over his head, probably dry enough now that he didn't need it.
He needed to pee, but the trek to the bathroom sounded like a real pain in the ass. He was going to have to do it, though, his bladder all but screaming at him that he'd woken up a few times during the night and ignored it enough as it was, even if he couldn't really remember. Or, maybe he did now that he was thinking about it. Even though they'd left some of the lights in the play room on, he recalled thinking at some point that the walk across the room looked shady as hell in the dark, and he was pretty sure he'd shifted back against Lennon at that point, despite the fact that they hadn't actually slept all over each other. There was a tiny part of Felix that had been tempted by that, particularly considering it would have meant at least part of him might be comfortable, but there was that bigger voice that told him he needed to make sure he could sneak off if he had to. As much as he liked Lennon and Marco, surprisingly, if shit hit the fan he knew what his priorities were.
It wasn't hard to tell he was the first one awake, or at least, the only one awake now. Chances were probably good the others hadn't slept much better than he had. While the presence of the pair had been a bit of a comfort, not that he'd ever admit it, during the night, now he just wanted some solitude for a bit. So, bathroom. Maybe then a wander. Or a swim. Definitely a smoke.
He shifted off the platform, leaving his bag and overshirt behind, but taking his towel, cigarettes and phone, padding stiffly and quietly in the direction of the bathrooms.
The instant he was out of the play room and on his own, he felt his phone buzz, and he took a second to check, staring sleepily at the message from TPTB and trying to decide if he wanted to message them something. He did, but the string of blank ellipses that his brain was supplying for the moment proved he was in no state to do anything about it right then. He needed more sleep, and food, and coffee, and that damn cigarette.
"Morning," he muttered to the army of stuffed animals as he made his way barefoot from the bathroom to the doors that led out to the dock once he'd alleviated his bladder and spent a good minute rinsing the sleep out of his mouth. On the other side of the doors he stopped for a few minutes just to absorb the scenery, listen to the sound of the water, and admire just how pretty this fucking awful place could be sometimes.
He stripped down to his underwear, then, after considering the walk he'd have to make before too long, stripped the last article off as well. The last thing he wanted was to go commando, or have to deal with damp drawers the whole way. Lennon had already gotten more than an eyeful, at minimum, and in case Marco had any issues with it he made sure his towel, along with his cigarettes and lighter, were all well within reach of the water before he jumped in, naked as the day he was born.