Who: Edwin, Oliver, Georgie, and OPEN! Where: The Kitchen When: Around 9:30am
"At least we didn't wake up with sand in our underwear. Seems like somethin' They'd do pull just to be assholes," Oliver was saying as he stepped barefoot into the kitchen. Waking up in his own room had been nice when compared to the decor of the hotel, but waking up alone hadn't been. He hadn't even bothered with a run that morning, instead going through his normal twenty minute in-house routine, taking a shower, and heading off to kidnap Edwin for a bit. The plan was breakfast, then heading down into the basement to get a better look at the games down there.
He headed for the coffee maker first to see if anyone had made a pot, and while there was a little left it had gone mostly cold. He couldn't help but glance around at the floor and the counters for any telltale signs of their previous guests, but found nothing. Almost immediately he missed that stupid, damn frog, the one he'd had for all of a day, and wondered what had actually happened to him. Her. It?
"You gonna do your bagel this mornin', or do you want eggs?" Oliver glanced over, figuring that cooking would at least distract him from that train of thought. There was nothing to be done about it now.