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10/11/14 23:05[The feed opens up in the Northern Welcome House, in the seemingly empty kitchen. It's morning, and the sunlight is starting to filter in through the windows.
Hazel shuffles in, half-asleep, tail dragging on the ground, feathers crooked and askew, with a blanket on her back, warming her. It may only be fall, but this is about as cold as it gets in Miami, and she really does not tolerate the cold.334499
She walks over to the counter, putting a hand on it to steady herself on her hind legs as she reaches into a cabinet. She sets about preparing some coffee and a bowl of cereal. When it is all ready, She walks out of the kitchen. She comes back a minute later with a small cushion. Sure, she isn’t stuck-up about needing proper seating, she could sit on the floor, but dammit, that floor is cold.
She blearily drops the pillow in front of the table, carefully maneuvers the bowl and mug onto the table, and sits, drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders. As she takes the first blissful sip of coffee, she smiles a bit to herself and starts the long process of fully waking up.]
Piper, in the mean-time, has shambled her way down from her room in the welcome house, wearing the same purple princess pajama pants she’d arrived in on her first day. She’d come into the kitchen in the space of time that Hazel had left to go get her cushion, . Eyes, still half closed, she’s in the middle of groping through the contents of the fridge looking for milk when the blanket wrapped dragon returns.
Piper finally finds the milk, and turns around to go look for a bowl and some cereal to fill it with. She’d heard the rustle of another person enter but thought nothing of it until now. Faced with the image of a feathered dragon seated at the kitchen table, her eyes fly wide and she lets off an ear splitting shriek!]
AHHHHHHHHH!
[The milk flies out of her hand, to land with a hollow thud and a splash on the ground. The refrigerator itself is left standing wide open, as Piper is too intent on making her hasty escape out of the room to pay attention to much else.]
[Hazel barely registered the other presence, at least until the other started shrieking, that is. That got her attention pretty quick. She stumbled to her feet, bumping her hip into the table pretty hard and nearly upending her coffee.]
WHAT THE, HOLY-! MY COFFEE!
[She managed to reach out and save the mug without spilling too badly, but
when she turned around, all she saw was a blur of purple and almost white, flying down the hall.]
...the fuck was that?!
Hazel shuffles in, half-asleep, tail dragging on the ground, feathers crooked and askew, with a blanket on her back, warming her. It may only be fall, but this is about as cold as it gets in Miami, and she really does not tolerate the cold.334499
She walks over to the counter, putting a hand on it to steady herself on her hind legs as she reaches into a cabinet. She sets about preparing some coffee and a bowl of cereal. When it is all ready, She walks out of the kitchen. She comes back a minute later with a small cushion. Sure, she isn’t stuck-up about needing proper seating, she could sit on the floor, but dammit, that floor is cold.
She blearily drops the pillow in front of the table, carefully maneuvers the bowl and mug onto the table, and sits, drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders. As she takes the first blissful sip of coffee, she smiles a bit to herself and starts the long process of fully waking up.]
Piper, in the mean-time, has shambled her way down from her room in the welcome house, wearing the same purple princess pajama pants she’d arrived in on her first day. She’d come into the kitchen in the space of time that Hazel had left to go get her cushion, . Eyes, still half closed, she’s in the middle of groping through the contents of the fridge looking for milk when the blanket wrapped dragon returns.
Piper finally finds the milk, and turns around to go look for a bowl and some cereal to fill it with. She’d heard the rustle of another person enter but thought nothing of it until now. Faced with the image of a feathered dragon seated at the kitchen table, her eyes fly wide and she lets off an ear splitting shriek!]
AHHHHHHHHH!
[The milk flies out of her hand, to land with a hollow thud and a splash on the ground. The refrigerator itself is left standing wide open, as Piper is too intent on making her hasty escape out of the room to pay attention to much else.]
[Hazel barely registered the other presence, at least until the other started shrieking, that is. That got her attention pretty quick. She stumbled to her feet, bumping her hip into the table pretty hard and nearly upending her coffee.]
WHAT THE, HOLY-! MY COFFEE!
[She managed to reach out and save the mug without spilling too badly, but
when she turned around, all she saw was a blur of purple and almost white, flying down the hall.]
...the fuck was that?!