Playing House

Who: Trix, Lily and Mick
Where: the ballroom
When: Eight o'clock

Mick had been looking forward to this, he really had. The pizza night had been fun, and he was sure this dinner would be, too. And he really couldn't wait to see what kinds of food they would serve. Just out of curiosity, of course. And he also hoped that there would be enough for seconds, because heading straight to the kitchen after the dinner would definitely look weird. He had done his best to dress up, donning a loose white shirt with a grey jacket and black jeans. For him that was as fancy as it could get and he felt a little like he was playing dress up.

When he entered the room he made a beeline for the food table, waving at people he recognized as he went along, and then he marveled at the options for a while before pouring himself a glass of water. The wine was awfully tempting but he could resist. At his table he read over the names, none he was familiar with yet, and sat down, looking forward to meeting new people.

Who: Emily and Open to All
Where: the kitchen
When: early evening, around 5pm

( For Emily, the evening and dinnertime just couldn't come fast enough. )

Who: Rupert and Mick
Where: the kitchen because Mick lives there now
When: noonish

( If you've got a problem, I don't care what it is... If you need a hand, I can assure you this I can help )

Who: Camber and Open
Where: Second floor, heading downstairs
When: Early afternoon

( Whoever was here, they sure rattled around in the mansion. )

Who: Lina and Open!
When: 6 AM (yeah, that’s right, bring out your early birds)
Where: Kitchen

Four days in, and Lina’s routine was solid. Up at five, she’d immediately head outside for a run. The forests surrounding the house were full of trails, and she’d tried a different one each day. She was actually enjoying it, too. It was freezing out there, but at least here she was without the risk of being mugged. Significantly reduced chance of it, anyway. She’d been living in the city for so many years that she’d almost forgotten how much she actually liked this nature shit. The year would go by a lot easier if she could just spend most of her time outside.

Lina headed inside about an hour later, and decided to have breakfast before her shower. She liked the fact that she seemed to be the earliest riser in the house. She didn’t know for certain that she was, but it was nice to know that she could eat without being disturbed. She let the back door fall closed behind her as she stepped out of her wet shoes, and once she spotted the empty kitchen, headed on in. She fired up one of the burners and tossed her bomber jacket in the general direction of the table while she waited for the pan to heat up. She had put the coffee on before going for her run, and was relieved to see it was still untouched. She helped herself to a cup, and went about making a Greek omelet. Lina was almost, almost in a good mood. What a novel fucking concept. She smirked faintly at the idea as she unzipped her vest. Wait. Did she just hear footsteps?

Don’t come in here, she thought. Don’t be footsteps. But if it is, don’t come in here. Don’t make me be social this early in the morning. Somehow, she got the feeling her luck was about to run out.

Who: Mick and OPEN
Where: the kitchen
When: early morning

( There's no such thing as going overboard when it comes to food. )