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Who: Owen & Cecilia
Where: First floor
When: Morning

The first thing Owen thought when he woke was that he'd gone on a bender the night before. A bad one. This had to be the worst hangover he'd had in quite some time. He was feeling disoriented, groggy... hell, he could barely even open his eyes. Christ, had he cleared the corner liquor store of their entire stock?

After a few more minutes of struggling to open his eyes and move his limbs, Owen began to realize he wasn't in bed. Well, not his bed anyway. He wasn't hungover either, if the IV in his arm was any indication. How had he ended up in the hospital? Grimacing, Owen squinted against the sunshine peering through the window. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision enough to get a good look at his surroundings. If he was in the hospital, this was like no hospital room he had ever seen before. He was in a comfortable, king sized bed with multiple pillows. There was a large wood dresser across the room, adorned with a mirror, candles and a few books. To the left was a closet and another door, and near the wide window, where the sunshine still too bright for him to stand, Owen could barely make out the outline of two arm chairs and a round table.

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Who: Ariel and open
Where: Her room, common area
When: 8:40ish am
What: The shitteth hath hitteth the fan... eth


Ariel's favorite mornings were the ones that started with a slow wake up where she could just laze about in bed for an hour or two until hunger chased her out of it. So when awareness began to creep back to her and bring with it the sensations of warmth and comfort, it was long-established habit for her to tuck the thick duvet under her chin, roll over, and attempt to go right back to sleep. For about two minutes, until slight, unfamiliar discomforts began to register - a tugging pain in her arm when she'd rolled, body aches, the unaccustomed sensation of being clothed while sleeping (something that usually didn't even happen unless she was blackout drunk, which wasn't often.) She fought to open her eyes, managing to get one in a sort of half-squint that really did nothing but make her look like a nearsighted pirate.

Once she managed two eyes mostly open, her confusion grew. While nice, the room she was in wasn't the bedroom she was used to sleeping in. And she didn't remember going home with anyone the night before. She struggled to sit up, using what felt like monumental effort to get up on one elbow before flopping back down to let the sudden spinning in her head subside. Finally, she sat up, pushing hair out of her face, but stopped mid-motion as she noticed three things - the hospital gown she was wearing, the IV in her arm, and the hospital bracelet. Subject? The fuck? Spotting the camera on the wall - okay, creepy - Ariel waved. "Hello? Someone want to come in and tell me what the fuck is going on?" Her voice was hoarse and it took a few tries to get any sound out, but she managed. This was no hospital, she knew that much, but she gave it a few minutes anyway. When no one came to give her answers or indeed, gave any indication that she'd been heard, she ( ran out of patience. )

Who: Jack and [Open]
What: Waking up is hard to do
Where: Third Floor
When: Morning

Whatever dream Jack had been having completely vanished from his mind once consciousness slowly began to creep in. His first thought before he even opened his eyes, though he couldn't even begin to explain where it had come from, was the tune to "Rocket Man", though he couldn't quite put together the lyrics. He'd had that problem at the bar too, but that was likely due to all the shots he'd consumed by the time he'd taken the karaoke stage. Closely following that was attempt to recall exactly how much he'd had to drink the night before. A lot. Mostly tequila. Never a good plan.

Even the dim light of the room was oppressive as blinked his eyes open, grunting at the effort as his gaze attempted to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. So far it seemed as if someone had decorated the room in an attractive shade of "blurry as fuck", but that was starting to improve. It was hardly the first time he'd woken up in a place he didn't recognize, and he wasn't all that bothered by it as he attempted to pull the heavy, dull weight of his body up into a sitting position. Nice room, which generally equated to some well-off hottie who was likely trying to fight her hangover with a few good cups of coffee by now.

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Who: Chase [Narrative]
What: "Nope"ing the hell out.
Where: His Room/Outside the mansion
When: Morning

( You go that way. I'll go home. )