Who: Owen and Cecilia When: Early morning (8ish? Maybe?) Where: Their house
Cecilia wasn't exactly enjoying this 'game' - she still protested to it on just about every possible level - but her time at 'home' with Owen was pretty much the exception to the rule. That she enjoyed very much, and almost felt guilty about how much she liked it, considering some of the conditions the others had to put up with. Playing house with Owen was... well, great. She loved their time alone, loved falling asleep next to him and not having to worry about reaching for him in the night because she was allowed to do that now, and loved waking up next to him. Usually sandwiched between him and Neptune, actually, and Cecilia saw no problem with that whatsoever. It was such a wonderful feeling, and probably the safest she'd ever felt in Mount Zenith.
By the third day of the game she was already settling into a little routine. She'd go downstairs and make breakfast and pack lunches for herself and for Owen, giving him the first shot at the bathroom. She didn't bother changing out of the button-up shirt that was supposed to be for Owen that she'd been wearing as pajamas, since the actual pajamas left for her had been mostly flannel or lace monstrosities. Just to be stupid and maybe make him laugh later, she wrote a note, folded it, and put it inside Owen's lunch bag. It read, Neptune loves you. Your wife thinks you're pretty okay.
Okay, she was really having too much fun with this. It was downright shameful. Shrugging it off, she folded up the paper bag, took the eggs off the stove, and headed upstairs to find Owen. She figured he'd either be in the bathroom, or on the 'wireless' in their room.