Who: Quill and OPEN Where: The Kitchen When: Around nine in the morning
It was a lot to take in.
First, he felt as though he'd been drugged, and after seeing the I.V. in his arm, the camera on his wall and the strangeness that was the network on his computer? Quill was positive he had been drugged. The drained, heaviness of his limbs only added to that conclusion. Second, he felt like he was waking up in some strange version of the Big Brother house. The network helped with that. The further back he scrolled and the more entries he read, the more he realized that there was an obscene amount of people involved in this. Far too many for it to just be some sort of game focused on driving him insane. Third, he was starving.
With the help of Cecilia - he really hoped she was one of those hot nurses and not one of the old, wrinkly ones who made him devoutly pray that he never got sick - he found his way down to the kitchen. Overall, the house was a pleasant surprise. Well what were you expecting? Quill asked himself as he walked down the stairs, smoothing out his jacket. He'd walk around in his suit for weeks before he spent so much as a second longer than he had to in that hospital gown. Hell, he might even walk around in just his boxers than allow himself to be seen in that thing. Your room looks like your wife decorated it personally, and your bathroom is the same way. It's practically perfect. The only things that were missing were, well, his wife and children. And his own personal wardrobe.
At least the kitchen had a coffee pot, and enough left in this batch to pour himself almost a whole cup. A look in the fridge revealed creamer and plenty of supplies. "Good," Quill mused aloud, though instead of grabbing ingredients he closed the door and went hunting for some plain cereal instead. Cheerios were perfect, and he was halfway through his bowl by the time he saw someone else. "Oh good," he voiced, raising his spoon in greeting. "I was almost worried that everyone else was just words on a screen." It was strangely good to see a solid human being, even if he had no idea who they were. That, and, he was starting to feel more like himself the more Cheerios he got in his stomach.