Who: Lennon and Marco Where: the lounge When: around lunchtime
Lennon had tired himself out helping in the kitchen the day before, but today found him feeling a little better. He'd slept through the night-- of course with his door locked, couch pushed in front of it and weapons nearby still, but that was okay-- and after getting up, he'd showered and dressed and then worked on one of his sketches for a while. By eleven-thirty or so, he'd gotten tired of his room and had gone downstairs to find something to eat. He'd spoken to those who were in the kitchen and rummaged around a bit, realizing that the selections were sparse since they couldn't actually cook anything.
Finally he headed back upstairs with a couple of cans of Pepsi and some cheese and fruit that had been in the fridge. Better than nothing. He was having brunch the European way. He and Marco had talked about hanging out today, and he decided he'd stop by Oliver's room and see if his friend was there and if he wanted to have food with him. Such as it was.
Juggling the things he was holding so he wouldn't drop them, he knocked on Oliver's door. "Hey, it's Lennon," he said. "You in there, Marco?"