Who: Kiley and Juliet Where: Foyer When: Late morning
Shit was crazy. All of it. Between the sick people getting sicker, despite the progress people had made in the house yesterday, and the smoke alarms and the actual fire downstairs... Kiley wasn't sure what was happening beyond TPTB wanting to throw everything into total chaos. God, but Kiley hated cleaning. She was doing it for Lennon's sake, and to a lesser extent, Cecilia and Jack, but she fucking hated it. She wasn't handy, or crafty, and she hated scrubbing and folding laundry and all that crap. Her room wasn't messy. It was comfortable. And she liked it being comfortable. And she also hated being bossed around, or told what to do, so she'd spent most of the day before hiding from Pam and Kate and several others, though she tried to still pull her weight.
Kiley had spent the night in Chase's room again, though after the smoke alarms went off, she hadn't slept very well. She had no idea how the couch had caught fire, but she had to chalk it up to Them. What other excuse could there be, unless they had a secret pyro in the midst.
Despite the fact that the house had suffered an honest to god fire in the early morning hours, Kiley took a cigarette into the kitchen after checking the laundry currently washing in the utility room. She lit it on the stove top and headed outside the front door, leaving it open behind her as she stood on the front stoop to smoke. It wasn't raining anymore, but it was dark and dreary and miserable. This day was going to suck. And it was going to suck worse, especially for Lennon, if they didn't get shit done.