Having a big Breakfast (open)

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

Spoils from a good hunt should not be wasted, especially when it was a large buck like the one she captured with Connor the night before. Hunting may find its way onto his list of chores - not that she wouldn't accompany but it was nice to know that she didn't have to go alone if she didn't want to - besides, things were a lot more productive with another and it was safer. 

Usually when she hunted there wasn't much blood involved but that night.. that night it was different and she got to see what it was like when another Lycan hunted.  Really hunted like the animal they were known for, and she learned a thing or two about him and about herself.  That night put a whole new definition of hunting in her vocabulary and it was going to be a while before she was able to put the feel of it out of her mind.

Sometime during the night, when they had brought  the animal back to the Inn along with a few wild herbs, they spent time skinning it and making sure the cuts were clean.  The pelt was washed and packed away to be taken to the leatherworker later and the meat was cut up into useable pieces.  It had been tedious and the night had turned into early morning before she got Connor to take his leave and let her alone to clean the rest of the kitchen. She stayed where she was until he was gone and then she exhaled and then used a very precise weave of Air over her body from head to toe to remove any dirt and debris from the hunt. She redid the bun that had come undone earlier and started to work. 

Under normal circumstances she would have needed to go and get rest herself after the full night, but she had extra endurance from her bond that she used.  Breakfast would be soon and she may as well start cooking. First she cleaned up the floor of course and anything else that needed it. Eventhough the time was for breakfast she had a mind to make a deer chili. It was one of the dishes served sometimes in court when the hunters returned with the animal. The dish was tender, hot, and spicey with a kick and it was a perfect reflection of the various ways she was feeling. Served over steamed white rice it could be an interesting way to start off any morning. 

The meat was cut into small strips and put to sizzle in a shallow pan greased light enough for it not to stick. While that cooked she took out three types of peppers and slowly chopped them up. Here and there she had to pause and compose as flashes from the hunt entered her mind and caused her stomach to twist and a rumbling in her chest threaten. She had to stop then and push down the wolf that wanted to rise up. After a bit she started eating ice and then her work went by faster. By the time 6 am started to roll around De'Ryanna was decently composed and a delicious smell was drifting from out of the kitchen and filtering through the main floor of the Inn. 

Breakfast was served.
  

[Kendrick]

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe.
He had not left the Inn just laying low for a while. Not wanting to chance running into J.J.'s sister until after she knew. Not that he saw his Joy either. That was a disappointment. A disappointment that would not last to much longer for he was not known to be a patient man. His patience was running very low at the moment.

Three, Four, Shut the Door.
Having finally left his quarters and making his way down the all of the steps he would need to reach the main floor of the building. There was no visible movement of his nose but the food that had been cooked reached his nostrils indeed. A few steps would take him to the bar and from the bar he pushed open the door to the kitchen.

Five, Six, Pick Up Sticks.
Once he arrived in the kitchen he would pause leaning his body against the door jam. His body acting in a way to keep the door from shutting or pinching him. Words did not slip from his mouth. He watched. If this woman was as good as he thought she would notice him there or would of known he would be there before he ever stepped over the threshold of the kitchen. A smirking grin slipped over his lips. His eyes leveled upon on De'Ryanna watching her with a mischievous twinkle. He had said he hoped to see her again and look at his luck. Not only was he seeing her she was cooking. Cooking was something that all women needed to learn and to learn well in his book. They were so fussy when you made mention of it out loud.

Seven, Eight, Lay Them Straight.
He was taking the woman in. Not caring if she noticed or not. From the top of her head to where the counter cut her off. He knew the woman had legs he had seen them when she had helped with his checking in.

[Connor]

Connor woke up suddenly, a trifle confused. The previous night had been quite eventful, and since it had been awhile since he had hunted, much less done so with company, he had been practically sleep-walking when he returned to his room and flopped onto the bed.

After a quick stop by the bathroom for his morning ablutions, he stepped back down to his room, dressing quickly and running his hand over his scalp. "Buggery...oh well. Hope they've got disposable razors hereabouts. Damn, I hate this time of the month...so expensive!" One would, of course, be hard-pressed to know what he was referring to if they did not know his species or that he routinely shaved his head.

As he stepped out, wriggling into a tight black t-shirt, his nose twitched. Someone was cooking, and he was starved. He was always hungry, but during the cycle of the full moon, he was ravenous. It was to be expected, of course, seeing as he had gotten a taste of his kill the previous night and morning...the buck had been tricky to get out of hiding...and regardless of that, he had not eaten beforehand. It dulled the hunter-killer sense, in his opinion.

He would follow his nose to the source of the good smells, finally arriving at the bakery. He noted the other male in the room, and also noted what he was doing. He had the decency not to laugh audibly at the man. "Sorry pal, she's not on the menu." He did laugh then, stepping by the guy and heading to the kitchen. "So, how did it turn out, Ryan? Is there enough meat from the one, or should I plan on hunting again this evening?" He leaned by her, taking a spoon and dipping into the pot. "Oh gods....well, this is meant as a high compliment....it tastes so much better than it did last time I sunk my teeth into it that I'm hard-pressed to say if it's the same beast!"

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline woke up starved. Between riding Swifty a good bit of the day yesterday, working with the mud people, and regaining most of her memory, Maddie was starved. Still kind of groggy, she put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t'shirt. Brushing her hair into a pony tail she made her way to the bakery where she smelled good food cooking. Armandeus must be cooking something good.

When she arrived, the nine year old made her way past the people in the bakery and went straight for the cabinets. It was too early to be social, so she kind of ignored them and went to the task of fixing breakfast. Grabbing what she needed to make her a bowl of cereal, Madeline took a seat on one of the stools at the island and started making her breakfast. It as when she took her first bite, she noticed some other dude kind of eying her half sister De'Ryanna. She also noticed Connor standing rather closely next to her half sister at the stove. Madeline smirked. She would stay quiet for the moment. This scenario had potential.

[Om Kennedy Yajna]

For him days always started earlier than 6am. Whether or not he was working, didn't matter. At the ashram prayers started when everything else was silence and the sun wasn't up yet. It'd been years since he'd been to India but Tobias never broke that routine he'd learned while he was there. Prayers were first, then he always went down to the gym.

Six was about time Tobias was always coming up the stairs smelling ripe from lifting. On the days he worked it was a little earlier. He was off today. He was hungry even without a workout. With one and with the smell that seemed like it took over the whole ground floor of the place? He had to see if this was some new continental breakfast policy.

His clothes were made for sweating. Navy t-shirt, he'd cut the sleeves off a long time ago. Black shorts. Sneakers, white socks. All of the gear drenched with the sweat of his labor in the gym. Black bandana covered most of his dreads. They were getting long again. So was his stubble, he hadn't shaved today.

As he followed his nose and walked into the bar area he heard Ryanna's name and kitchen in the same sentence. "Dragon meat on the menu?" It was called out, loud enough that maybe the people could hear. No mistaking his Boston accent. "Serve me up." Sure he was assuming Ryanna would be the one to answer him, serve him and all that.

But damn if he didn't know what a guy got by assuming.

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

Kendrick was right, she did know that he was coming before he even opened the door. Even with the warm smells of the kitchen filling her nose it had nothing to do with her hearing and her mind was clear enough to pick up the steps that approached the kitchen. De'Ryanna was indeed working still, and cooking, even though the bulk of the chili fixings were in a pot simmering and the rice in another, she had wanted biscuits and was kneading the dough when the door opened.

She didn't look up and she didn't stop what she was doing, but his scent came into the room with him and she knew who it was. "Kendrick." His name was said with smirk to her lips that was easily seen as she halfway lifted up her head, her brown eyes looking straight at him, possibly even locking eyes. They had that brief interaction at the Front Desk but she had already started formulating opinions about him and they were not all that bad. There was something in his eyes, the way that he was looking that made her want to inquire about what he was thinking.

Her hands worked the dough and gave it a pull before folding it over a few more times. De'Ryanna did that while watching him. One thing she did change from the hunt - because they had gotten bloody - was her attire and today she was in an ivory colored dress that fit the torso and accented the curves that were already there. A circular neckline and sleeves that fanned out at her elbow finished off the top, the skirt part - which gathered low at her waist and traveled down to her feet - was hidden as she stood behind that counter. Not a lot of decoration to be seen except for the embroidery of vines that ran up the spine of the dress and around the bottom hem.

De'Ryanna was just about to say something to him when another sound and scent knocked on her senses. Connor. She could pick out his scent even if the room was still full of blood - they had gone hunting and it had been a bloody mess. The smirk turned into a bit of a smile and she began to break the dough and make it into balls when he entered the room, pushing past Kendrick and leaned over her. She's not on the menu? Did that mean he put her on his or was it a general statement about how Kendrick was watching her? Those eye widened a tad but she didn't move away nor did she stop what she was doing ... until he reached into the pot with a spoon.

That was something you didn't do - taste test her food without being asked or asking. The smile she had dropped and she let go of the dough to give the man a nice hard smack upside the back of his head. "Did I say you could taste the food? Hello Madeline." The last said after a pause.

Odd, she picked up Madeline's scent but she didn't see her come in, must be due to the icy stare she was giving Connor for his taste test ad for his sake she hoped that he didn't put that spoon back into the pot. "Now I have to wash my hands again." When she turned to do just that then she saw Madeline, young, and sitting eating breakfast. This was something she was not even going to question at the moment because another voice and scent caught up to her.

"Tobias." His name was spoken softly and the smile returned to her face.

He had shouted in there but she was not you to shout out to the bar just because he had stayed there. Drying off her hands she went to the fridge and pulled out a beer from the back. Truthfully she didn’t know if he had one in the mornings or not but she knew that he did drink them and therefore to bring him one now only made sense.

With that in hand she passed by the island where Madeline sat eating and looked at her a moment. “Rhy’din is a strange place.” It was said more to herself than to Madeline and she turned to walk backwards – the skirt of the dress moving around her legs doing well to keep them hidden but also suggesting to their movement and shape as this skirt was not layered like the others she wore.

“If you are hungry I serve at the bar,” De’Ryanna’s steps had slowed when she got to Connor to say that, her chin lifted so she could look him better in the eyes. “You only get special service if you’re working.” Note the slight chuckle there before she turned once more.

Turns and spins were easy for her to execute and when they were done it was a fluid motion of a well practiced and graceful dance, the spins always causing a twirl of her skirt. This last one put her nearly face to face with Kendrick, especially if he was still in the doorway. “The same goes for you. If you want something from me you’ll have to ask it at the bar.” Or the desk but due to current location saying Bar made more sense.

With a tap of her finger to the beer can she held De’Ryanna moved past Kendrick and came upon the bar to Tobias who was waiting there. The only one who waited completely outside of the kitchen for her to come to him instead of the other way around. The can was lifted and she stood behind his chair, purposefully reaching over him to give him what she brought. “Not Dragonmeat this morning,” She was close enough to speak into his ear, “it’s deer. Fresh. From last nights hunt I had with Connor. You will enjoy it.” She moved back from the ear and her hands took a pass over his hair as she moved to his other ear.

“I promise.” She made good on her promises

Turning she tapped the back of his neck light before heading back to the kitchen, she did have biscuits to make.

“Alright all of you, either you’re helping or you’re on your way out. Too many cooks in the kitchen.” She motioned towards the door a sign telling them subtly to eat and converse outside.

[Kendrick]

When De’Ryanna locked gazes with him he did not look away. In fact when her eyes locked onto his he did not flinch he met her gaze. And stayed that way until the other male came in. Any words that he was about to say died upon his lips. He was not one that liked an audience at least not in the beginning. That and the fact that De’Ryanna remembered his name he took that as a good sign. Not that there was any outward change.

Normally he would not give the man a blink let alone waste his breath on him. This morning he decided he would be social. It was an active thought for he could very well decide not to speak to the man at all. “Speaking for the lady now? I thought she had her own voice. Once she tells me she is not on the menu, I will listen. Or are you trying to tell me she is your territory?” The last bit was spoken with a bit of a smirk. From what he had gotten from the woman from their first meeting the man before him could not handle such a female. His attention for the man lasted only that long for he did not feel a threat.

It was then he was brushed past by a pip squeak. The kitchen area was rather busy at the moment it was a good thing he was holding the door open. See he was a good guy.

When she lifted her hand and hit the other man in the back of his head it pulled a grin to his lips. He thought the man was getting off easily. A small incline of his head to De’Ryanna’s words. “As you wish.” After holding the door open for her he would make his way to the bar. Pulling up the stool next to the man that was already seated. Not right on the man but near enough. He wasn’t a man of many words.

[Armandeus]

What was that smell? Armandeus' head popped out and around the corner of the storage room to sniff curiously at the air. It was the elf's day off from his normal duties but he had not strayed far from his kitchen. In fact he had been halfway through cleaning out the basement storage room when that delicious scent came wafting down the basement steps. The scent was not something he recognized but it smelled utterly delicious and caused his stomach to rumble in reminder that he had not yet eaten anything.

Setting aside the boxes he had been moving Armandeus decided to follow his nose and get something to eat as well. Leaving the storage area he closed the door behind him and made for the stairs that led directly into the kitchen. Heading upwards Armandeus' ears twitched at the sounds coming from the kitchen. Even through the shut door he picked up more than one different voice and footsteps. It seemed the kitchen was a popular place this morning.

Having reached the top of the stairs the elf pushed the door open slowly and far enough to get a look at what was happening to his kitchen. He was right about the kitchen being a busy place for he saw De'Ryanna, who obviously was the one who was cooking as well as two men he had not seen before and a child who looked strangely familiar. Wasn't this a surprise? Stepping further into the kitchen he glanced at De'Ryanna with a slightly amused expression. "Perhaps I shall have you cook more often. I do not get reception quite like this."

[Jade Stone]

The inn totally stank of blood. Jade lived on the third floor, floors away from all that skinning and hiding, but blood was blood. She could smell it a mile away.

Ok, so maybe not a literal mile. But you get the picture. The smell was fresh, and it was keeping her from getting to sleep.

At least she knew it was animal blood. So when the smell changed from blood odor to cooking odor it made sense. The logical kind of sense, where she said to herself as she was laying there tangled in her blankets, 'See Jade, they just did some butchering. Totally doesn't involve you. They didn't invite you down to lick the cleaver. So just go to sleep'.

But even though dawn had dawned and morning was her least favorite time of day, her beastly sense was replying, 'Let's go let's go let's GO,' like she belonged in whatever business was going on down there.

Damnit, the beastly sense won. A girl could only try to go to sleep for so long before she gave up, and the time it took for the blood smell to evolve into the cooking smell had been literal hours. Hours spent staring at the ceiling arguing with herself. With blood in the air, obviously sleep was a pipe dream. So it was totally amazing she'd lasted so long - Jade wasn't a girl known for her sterling patience. She was better known for her teen queen good looks and strangely addictive charm.

And her teen queen impatience. And temper.

Three flights of stairs later, as Jade sauntered into the bar she was making a vow with herself that she wasn't going to do anything stupid. Or say anything stupid. That she was just coming down here to quiet the beastly curiosity she had, and once she saw with her own eyes that whatever it was that had been bleeding was no longer bleeding but braised, she'd give everyone a friendly smile and finally go to bed.

That was so much her plan that she hadn't bothered to change out of her pajamas. She was wearing a girlie pj set. The black top had a white doodle of a little demon with horns holding a plate of cookies. Around the doodle was written, 'come to the dark side. we have cookies'. The bottoms were baggy black shorts with cookies with bites taken out drawn in white. She was wearing her black slip-on slippers with the feathery fluff at the tops, and her hair was down and fantastically bed-haired.

Which is why when she walked into the bar area and saw two hot guys sitting there, the first thing she did was stick her fingers into said hair and try to straighten the blonde nest out. "What the…? Are you telling me that all these months of me being bored and lonely and all I had to do was be up at the buttcrack of dawn?"

That statement was tired, cranky Jade for 'good morning'.

[Connor]

He had an oddly bemused look on his face as she exited. She was ordering him around, and did she just smack him on the back of the head? Curiouser and curiouser. He chuckled to himself as he went to grab himself a chair, eyes still on her as she made her rounds. After a moment, he looked around to the rest of the folks in the room, making a clicking sound with his tongue as the man spoke to him. "Listen, meat-sock, if I had claimed her as my territory, I would not have spoken before I averted your eyes for you. I was merely issuing a decorum warning. The elevator eyes are out-dated even where I come from. Still, go ahead and ogle. She's all sorts of able to take care of herself. I'm merely following the demands of my stomach and grabbing a bite before I head out to work."

After a moment, he leaned back in his chair, stopping short of tipping it on two legs. It's too easy to sweep a seat from under someone when they do that, as he had learned so painfully years ago. His eyes finally fell on the rugrat, and a small smile formed on his face. "Hello there, Madeline. How are you feeling today? Say, cop a squat here, kiddo. Maybe we'll rate a dish a little faster together!" After he had spoken, he would look to the elf and the other, neither of whom he had met so far, and even nodded with yet another smile. "Good morning." Upon seeing the young woman's shirt, he chuckled. "Great shirt." His nose told him a bit of what she was, but he wasn't going to blurt it out. He wanted to be civil, and a provocative comment about someone's race or species was not the way to accomplish that. He usually left the disparaging comments to the humans.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from spitting out her cereal when De'Ryanna smacked Connor. She was also glad that her half sister was trying to clear the kitchen out. She knew by the look she was given that De'Ryanna had some questions, and since Madeline now had her memory back she could explain.

She smiled as Armandeus entered the room. She knew who he was and he didn't have a clue who she was. "Good morning Armandeus, it nice to see you again."

She smirked at Connor as he sat beside her. "Hello Connor, I'm well. I would normally agree with you, but seeing how she told you to go wait outside, and she's already smacked you once. I would be heading out to the bar if I were you. Unless of course you like that kind of thing."

Madeline was picking of course, and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes said so. Madeline stood up taking the cereal and milk, and putting it back in its proper place. Then coming back and getting her bowl and spoon, she walked to the sink and washed them. After drying them, she put them up as well. She walked over to her sister and looked in the pot. "It looks good, is there anything I can do to help?"

[Om Kennedy Yajna]

Looks like today assuming paid off with a beer. One he cracked open soon as she set it down in front of him. He was wearing his gloves. Looked like batting gloves with the fingertips cut off at the top knuckle. Good thing he was wearing them, considering how many people were here.

"Fresh from a hunt, huh?" Ryanna was now take her home to meet his Pops material. Dad was a big hunter. Toby'd never gotten into it. Went once or twice during the high school years, out of family obligation. He turned his head to catch her eye. "Sounds like I might wanna work off the price of my meal today. Sweep your floor? Polish your china?" He grinned lewdly. Giving her a tap for a tap. But he tapped her ass. From the clench of his fingers she'd be able to tell he'd absorbed something.

Tobias watched Ryanna go back into the kitchen. Blue eyes giving an ogle to her third floor. He turned back to his beer and shook his head. "Ha. Brother, if you think ogling is outdated go back into the kitchen and tell -her- that. Girl watched the sweat fall off me drip by drip when I was hauling dirt for her last week. Or does women's lib have an ogling clause?" He might've said more but there was a kid hanging around.

He finished his beer instead. Nodding to the guy who sat next to him. "Morning." The girl who came in got one too. "Morning. And I don't know about all that, Sister. I'm up round this time every day and this isn't the norm."

[Aiden]

These people were trying to freaking kill him. Aiden had been well and good asleep by now and then bam! His happy rest was disturbed by the smell of fresh, wet blood. Bloody hell! what were they trying to do to a guy around here?! Test the hell out of his resolve was what. It wasn't like Aiden was one of those guy who decided to go all monk and not feed on people, hell Vesta had one of his fangs on a cord to prove otherwise, but cut the guy some slack! In Aiden's experience blood + dreams = Aiden waking up with a fresh corpse in his bed. So not good.

So that led to where they were right now - Aiden wide awake and annoyed as hell. That was about a good combination as dreaming about blood, the ending results were usually left better desired. Still wearing the same clothes from the night before of black, black, black, the guy tossed on his tinted glasses and oversized cloak and was outta there.

Holy hell batman! The real thing was on the loose! Stalking down the steps with that cloak billowing out behind him that's exactly what Aiden looked like as he headed for the source of the blood smell. Lord help them if he actually saw some of it - the whole Zen monk thing would be over in the space of a heartbeat. Ha, heartbeat! Get it?

[J.J. Kinkaid]

Steps were taken. A slow yet graceful glide, more of a walk of someone that did not happen to be a mere mortal. But this girl was growing restless. She had stayed in her room after the shopping trip with her sister. She had stayed way from Kendrick and the fun in that quarter as well. But really enough was enough. It would not be until she reached the bottom step before entering the main floor that she would hear the voices.

So many voices. It was early, but she was already dressed, she had decided that she was going to take her bike out for a spin. A little reckless she was feeling and looking for something to keep her occupied, at least for a little while. It had been to long. It was the voices in that she heard coming from the bar area that had her pausing.

Change of plans. Little Miss Jacinda Joy Kinkaid was going to be social. The girl could turn on the charm when she tried, it was just normally a lack of trying, that she suffered from. Her booted feet would make taps across the floor, alerting those that could hear them, that they soon would have another in their midst. A pair of blue jeans that were on the tight side though not so tight to cut off circulation in a black dye were upon her legs. A black tank top with a silver studded playboy bunny logo across her chest adorned her upper half. Her locks were loose about her head.

She stopped still in her tracks once she reached the bar area. Her gaze drifted over those that were assembled, yet no words slipped past her mouth. Instead she made her way to a table instead of the bar, and grabbing a chair she turned it backwards, before straddling it and seating herself down. Watching. Listening.

[De'Ryanna Aybara]

Tobias had gotten his hit in before she could move away. She should have known he wouldn't have let her get away without some gesture. Btu she didn't turn around and look at him because of the grab to her backside, but she looked at him for the ogling comment. He was going to tell everyone wasn't he? Fine, that didn't matter because she could play at that game too.. if she wanted. And she wanted. So she turned on her heel and went back to him. "I can oggle all I want." she said that as she reached over his shoulder from behind to run her hand down his chest and to the middle of his legs to touch the seat. "Can't I?" It wasn't question to be answered and if he was going to grab her like a tavern wench then she was going to do the same to him. It was all in fun and she pulled up with grin and shot Kendrick a wink before she left that side of the bar. De'Ryanna was satisfied that the men were actually going to sit out at the bar.

Right before she was back into the kitchen she noticed Jade and her eyes only narrowed in the slightest. It's not wonder that one like her was drawn to the bar at this time in the morning. There had been enough blood in the Kitchen earlier to alert any one of them to their location. De'Ryanna had enough going on and didn't need to add another to her list. More people were coming in and she was pointedly trying to ignore them as she started to suddenly feel unsettled. She never really minded crowds before but she was around a growing crowd that was mostly made up of men and it wasn't too long ago that she had pushed down her wolf side. Add on the fact that she was slightly tired and there was not only one vampire here but two and the result was a small sensory overload.

"And you, Connor," stopping by his chair and looking down at him as he was sitting. "You be sure you indulge in the spoils of the hunt. You have need of plenty of stamina."

Madeline asked if she could help and De'Ryanna had to take calming breath before speaking to her. "Of course you can help." She looked her up and down to take in the full size and measure of the girl she currently was. "This land may have made you a child for the interim but you still have your duty to the Inn." She finished breaking up the dough and spacing it on the tray and headed to the oven.

"Now that you ate you need to get about your duty. It's breakfast time and there are hungry people out there. Fill the fruit bowl and take and fill their drink orders.."

Armandeus was there as well now and her next comment was to him. "There you are Armandeus. I need more dough made for bread. Get on that will you?"

Busy morning. Busy.. busy morning. De'Ryanna vanished back into the kitchen. She had bowls to prepare with food.

[Connor]

What could Connor do but smirk? "Well, you have a point, Ryan. Possibly two. It was a little chilly before dawn, as I recall." A moment was taken to smell the chili. "You were right, it was worth the wait. Thanks." He smiled then, tucking into the chili with gusto.

It was a little less than a minute before he had hit the bottom of the bowl. His gaze turned to Madeline after he had inspected the bowl thoroughly with his spoon. "Huh. I was hungry after all. I'm gonna push off now, Madeline. Too much sausage in here. Hey, you want a good story, you should ask Ryan to tell you about the hunt. Especially how hard it was to get the beast to submit." He smiled, winking to Maddie, as he headed out. He intended to finish in the stables quickly today.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline had already started cutting fresh bananas, apples, kiwis for the fruit bowls when Connor left. She gave him a wink. "Huh I might just do that Connor."

As he left, Madeline finished cutting up the fruit and put them in there bowls. Cleaning up the peelings and cleaning the prep area, Madeline put the fruit bowls in the refrigerator so they could stay cool till they were ready to be served. Madeline washed her hands one more time and smiled at De'Ryanna. "Thank you for not treating me like a little kid De'Ryanna. Dad and Xavier have been walking on egg shells around me since this happened."

With that Madeline headed back out to the bar and stepped behind it. Being that she was still a little kid, she took a crate and stood on it. She looked around and started counting heads. She had counted five she thought. Madeline had a smirk on her face. She had all ideas they would not be expecting this! "Okay inn residents, listen up! Breakfast is almost done. I need to know what everybody wants to drink, so I can get it ready."

[Jade Stone]

So this guy, one of the guys, had commented on her shirt. For someone like Jade (eternal cheerleader look-alike who'd gotten through her eternal life so far relying on the kindness of strangers, or let's be honest - men) the comment was totally promising. Her auto-retort had something totally coy and cute planned for the reply, something like, 'it that your way of telling me you want a cookie?' paired with a sweetheart smile. But Plan:CuteRetort never had the chance to be executed because the guy left before she could get out a word.

Jade was already six months lonely, because stuff like this was the story of her Rhy'din life. Saying she would kill to be back on Earth, back home, well it soon wasn't going to be a figure of speech. It was only because of Gwenie that she hadn't picked a fight with the Three about why they stuck her out here on an assignment only they knew the point of. Jade loved her bff, but it was time to pick a fight anyway.

"Of course it isn't the norm. NOTHING's the norm here. Not my norm anyway." That's what she said back to Tobias. Probably wasn't the kind of reply he was expecting but that's what he got and he'd just have to like it. Because the teen queen was officially overtired and over-cranky. "I hate this god damn planet," she muttered under her breath. Sinking down on a stool that put two stools of empty space between her and anyone else at the bar, she sat with a slouch.

For most people at the bar this was probably the start of the day. For Jade, it was the end. Which is why she ordered a night cap. "Glass of Merlot," said as she rubbed her forehead and puffed out an unneeded lungful of air. All air was good for in her immortal life was sighing. Dropping her hand, she glanced at the bartender. And did a double take. It was a kid. She just ordered a glass of wine from a kid. This planet...

[Kendrick]

He would of replied to man whom had said that De’Ryanna was not on the menu. He would of said something that would of pissed the man off no doubt. But it seemed he was saved from having to waste his breath. He had a feeling the other man was rather thick headed. The man whom he had taken a seat near spoke up. That worked for him. A incline of his head towards the other man. He noticed De’Ryanna’s interactions with the other man. Being a rather smart man he had deduced that something was going on there, and that meant she was off limits.

The fact that his Joy had entered the room did not go unnoticed. He did not have to turn his head to see her. He did not have to move a muscle he sensed her. She would know that. He was not very pleased with her right now for he did not think she had talked to her sister…yet. Not one to be pleased when he was thwarted. He could go around that but due to their bond he would not he would respect her wishes…for now.

As it was he had noticed the other female in the room. This one looked as if she had a grudge against the world. That could work to his benefit. A welcoming little smirk crossed over his face. When the lady took a seat at the bar he had noticed her outfit his head swiveled to look to her. “Have any cookies?” A loose grin was given to the girl with a grudge. The grudge was obvious with her words and her actions. Not that he wasn’t one that looked for a way to capitalize when possible.

His attention was slowly pulled off the woman in the pj’s when PipSqueak came out almost regrettably. The look in his blue gaze would offer a promise or two to the blonde teen queen looking one. And then there was a look to PipSqueak. “Coffee. Black.” To take the bite off of his words he would shoot her a small grin. Not a full fledged charm smile she was a child. He did not need a little girl following him around like a puppy dog. He had enough of that in his past.

[Om Kennedy Yajna]

Looks like Ryanna was going traveling. Least her hand was. Nothing like finishing a beer while getting attention like that. Touching his chest it'd be more obvious to her how solid he was. He hadn't stopped absorbing his contraband indestructible metal yet. Soon. He told himself that every day. He'd quit it soon.

When he set the empty can on the counter he grinned at her. "Sister, you can ogle as much as you want so long as I can look you up and down like a painting on my wall." If she got to, he got to. That's the way it worked. He kept his hands to himself this time and let her go back into the kitchen. How else was he gonna get breakfast?

Blue eyes made their rounds once she was gone. Jesus, more people? Tobias wondered if he missed some wake up call or flier on the wall. That one guy was gone though. He shrugged it off. Figured the guy couldn't handle the fact Ryanna gave once-overs same as everyone else. He turned back to the blonde. "Least you seem to have a norm to go home to, Sister." Not everyone did. He'd given up on being treated any kind of normal a long time ago. Wasn't even because he was a mutant. It was because he was a Kennedy.

"Morning." He nodded at the other two that showed. Before the word drink caught his attention. Seeing the kid standing behind the bar like that it clicked. That was the woman who was sent up to her room by her pops. De'ryanna's sister. Considering how he'd seen her pops scold her like a kid this irony was huge. He laughed. "This your pop's way making sure when he tells you to go up to your room you listen, Madeline?" He was just razzing her like he did Ryanna, no harm meant. "I'll take a tall glass of OJ." Even though Madeline was a grown woman most of the time he still wasn't ordering no beer from a kid.

Since there wasn't a whole lot of anything being said he did what any good Kennedy'd do. Make some small talk. "So, what's with the early rising, people?"

[J.J. Kinkaid]

She stayed put. A small grumble escaping from her, that would only be audible to those that had super hearing. She had wanted Kendrick to ignore her, he had that part right. But he didn't have to start chatting up the girl! He could of chatted to the man next to him. Men! As much as she wanted to be ignored by him at the moment, she had to hold down the part of her that wanted to go and make a possessive claim on him as well.

Yes, she currently was thinking of him as her toy, her toy she had put on the shelf. You know that toy that you don't want to play with, until the thought of someone else playing with your toy, then suddenly you wanted it back. But she was going to resist that urge. Not that she was very good at resisting urges.

Slowly her attention went to the kid taking drink orders. "Can I get a vodka on the rocks." A small pause, "Please." Did she feel odd ordering a drink from a kid, not in the least.

[Armandeus]

A chef's work was never done, sadly, that included even on his day off. Armandeus wasn't one to complain however, because he enjoyed his work and probably would have ended back in the kitchen before the day was out at any rate. Rolling up the ornate sleeves of his deep red tunic the elf crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator. In preparation for his day off Armandeus had made double the fresh dough the day before and stored the excess in the back which was what he was heading for now.

Stored in clear plastic containers, Armandeus took the largest one of the group out and headed towards the island counter with it. "How many biscuits are you planning to make?" He asked as he turned to look at De'Ryanna. "Shall I add a touch of honey to the mix as well?"

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline was happy being back behind the bar. This was the first time since her transformation that she had felt like herself so to speak. Minus missing some of her memory. Madeline got busy fixing drinks. As she started the coffee pot, she fixed the blonde her glass of Merlot, and sat it on the bar and smiled. "Merlot up."

Next she grabbed a glass and put three ice cubes in it. She then took the vodka bottle and poured, garnishing it with a lemon peel. "Here ya go Miss."

Madeline then fixed Mr. Kennedy his orange juice. Setting the glass in front of him and laughed. She remembered all too well that day in the bar. "If it were only that simple. I'm not really sure what happened I kind of woke up like this. Weird huh. But making the best of it." Madeline said the last part with a certain mischievous look in her eyes.

It was then she heard the coffee pot finish. Madeline picked up a clean coffee cup and saucer. She carefully poured the fresh coffee in it and set it in front of him. She gave him the once over, and kind of crinkled her nose giving him a polite smile.. Yeah he was cute but it was the kind of cute tween's went for. Maddie like her guys a little more rugged, and not so pretty boy. "Coffee up."

Turning her attention back to Tobias she answered his question. "It would seem De'ryanna and the man that left had a rather satisfying hunt last night. And she's cooking something from the meat." Madeline's grin grew into a smirk. "Judging from the looks those two were exchanging.. they had a good time." She was going to say something else, but that would be wrong.

[The Sadist]

Annoyed, it was safe to say Malice was annoyed beyond belief. She had sent three emails to Doug but not a simple reply. With a grunt the top of her laptop was closed and she pushed away from the desk. Like a caged wolf she prowled back and forth, the soft whisper of leather the only sound she made. Being cooped up in the room was taking it's toll. Granted her trip to the stables had produced some conversation but with her lack of communication to Doug it was putting her in ill temper. Something Pip would not like at all so it was decided that after a quick change of leathers into worn and tattered blue jeans and her white tank that simply read "Got Blood" petite feet were slipped into flip flops and out the door she went.

Pausing a moment as the door closed behind her to catch the slightest scent of her lovely sister, ahh yes...J.J...she had been neglecting that sisterly bond since their shopping adventure and it was high time Malice stopped being selfish. Following what lingered of her sisters scent since the overwhelming smell of food wafted and danced within the place she now found herself in the doorway and with an abrupt halt she stayed. With her current state being in close company of so many would only add to her annoyance. Mercury prisms played their game of hide and seek beneath lashes until that familiar frame was spotted, and thus the decision made to continue her pursuit. Spankable bottom was lowered to molest the barstool to her sisters left with a coy smile in her direction.

"Guess it's safe to say that your mood is no better than my own."

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline saw Malice sit next to the lady that ordered vodka on the rocks. Looking at her she smiled. Maddie had remembered her from the tables. "Hello again, Malice is it? Can I get you something to drink. Breakfast will be read soon, if you wish to stay."

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