[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gareus Fletcher]

Bure stepped downstairs, rubbing at his stomach absentmindedly, his eyes drifting towards the kitchen entrance.

"God, the food... the fooood..."

The pixie stepped shakily into the kitchen, panning through as if he'd find some prepared meal waiting. His expectations obviously unappeased, he meandered over to the fridge, opening the door and grabbing a pulpy orange juice out.

"Where have I been, OJ... where have I been."

The carton of juice in hand, he grabbed a mug from a cupboard and walked back out, almost grudgingly taking a seat and pouring out his serving, the small pair of fairy wings behind his ears twitching like those of a dying fly.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Bill had since parted to attend to his business, leaving with a gentle smile and a renewed proposal that Tam had helped him arrange, as he wasn't entirely up to snuff on the subject of technology.

Time had passed well enough that Adam was on of of his 'awake' days. It seemed that his sleeping habit, having returned from his tour with Enta's fashion show, had left him sleeping for a few days at a time, waking for one, and returning to his slumber. As it was, the blonde ambled downstairs, bundled up and drowsy.  

[Gareus Fletcher]

Bure turned at the sound of footsteps, though it took a while for it to register. Seeing the blonde, his torso turned just enough for him to raise a hand, smiling weakly.

"Adam... You're looking mighty comf, there."

He held up a half-glass of orange juice, the slime of pulp on the upper half.

"Fancy a dose of vitamin C? It's doing wonders for my morning."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Adam rubbed his eyes blearily and looked to the glass, shaking his head. "No thank you, Bure...when did you get back?"  

[Gareus Fletcher]

"From the land of the restful? A few minutes ago."

He rubbed at his face, taking a little orange juice onto his finger tips and slicking it over his wings behind his ears; they intook as easily as his mouth, and needed wetting just as his mouth did.

"If you're talking about my trip with Tam... that was a good, good while ago. Ish. Months, brother."  

[Gren_Eckener]

He nodded, groggy. "I, I think I remember...did that go all right?" he asked sweetly. "You seem okay..."  

[Gareus Fletcher]

"Eeeehhhh."

He nodded side to side, shoulders giving a little wiggle.

"...Things could've gone better. But overall, s'all good."

The pixie downed the orange juice as heavily as someone trying to drink their past away.

"And you? Last I heard it was you and that cat kid, Ento or something, right? Heard out of the corner of my ear from some other big cat dude... That been what's been keeping you MIA 'round here?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Hello," she greeted, taking a moment to remember his name. She had slept since their introduction, though not much recently. A faint glamour was the only thing disguising the dark circles that came under her blue eyes. "No need to stand for me."

She looked over to Adam, and what seemed to be a pixie. Had she met him? Probably not...  

[Astra_Senpai]

He gave a slow nod, there was magic on her and it made him wary. He had no want to have more skin peel away. "M-may I g-get y-you som-meth-thing t-to d-drink?"  

[Azana Brown]

"I know most around here do tea...but a strong cup of coffee would do wonders," she answered, sitting less than ceremoniously into one of the Inn's chairs. Even if her face didn't show it, the rest of her body communication pure exhaustion.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran smiled gently, he was all to familiar with the sound of a weary being, "R-r-r-right aw-way." He walked to the kitchen, using the drinkmachine and returning with strong black coffee for her. His tremor made the liquid tremor but it was in no danger of spilling. "I f-f-forg-g-got t-to ask if y-you w-want-ted sug-gar or c-cream. F-forg-give m-me."  

[Azana Brown]

"It's alright," Stella nearly yawned before taking a tiny sip. She winced, her face scrunching up from the bitterness. "Well, that'll wake me up, certainly..." She didn't want to trouble him for cream and sugar, but how else was she supposed to drink this? How did anyone drink this?  

[EntaBengali]

With a grunt and a few uncoordinated steps, Felix stumbled out of his room, squinting in the morning light. How long had he been in there? True, the paperwork from the almost-lawsuit of supposed patent infringement over one of Bengali Corp's new surgical intruments had been quite the load, but he did not think it would keep him preoccupied for... Months? Holding his pounding head in one hand, the giant catman decided not to worry about it until at least his third cup of coffee. He managed his way into the kitchen, brewing something strong and dark and leaning against the counter as he sipped with a greatful sigh. He took the moment to look down at himself; his rumpled white collared shirt was half open, an undone navy tie around his neck. At least his slacks seemed in good shape. Laundry was most definetly on his list of things to do today.

Enta stepped downstairs with a squeak of a yawn and a stretch, already cleaned up and dressed for the day. Through the droop of his wide-neck sweater, it was pretty obvious that the littlest Bengali had obtained some new ink on his European fashion tour. His hair was growing out, no longer the sweet scruffy bob, but now just long enought to warrent the stub of a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had so much to tell everyone, he could harly wait! The record offer, the whole new magazine spread in French Vogue, and the news that he had learned a fantastic new bread recipe while overseas. But for now, a hot cup of Lady Grey and something sweet sounded best.

He wandered to the kitchen, surprised and delighted to see his brother, and, after a long hug accompanied by some brotherly purring, they began talking about what all the other had missed since they had last seen eachother. However, it seemed neither of them really knew just what was going on in the Inn.

(Guess who's back! You guys miss me?)  

[Azana Brown]

((Well, duh!))

Stella was about to try another face-contracting sip of the black brew when her attention was tugged toward a certain stylish catboy strolling past. There was a face she hadn't seen in a long, long time. He'd grown a lot, she could tell. A long journey had a way of doing that to people.

Bracing herself, she finally took another sip, her mind finally catching up to her before she thought to summon her cream and sugar from home. She was sitting with that jittery author, the one allergic to magic. She felt a little guilty, hoping a simple glamour wasn't causing him trouble. That was all drowned out in the pure, distasteful bitterness of plain coffee.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"His name's Enta...and it'd be nice if you were a little more polite about him than to call him a cat kid." frowned Adam slightly. "We just got back from a long fashion tour where he was modelling Orion's winter line...that's kept us pretty busy. I'm a little ashamed to say that I slept through a lot of it."

He smiled a bit as Enta passed and went into the kitchen. "But he's handling it well...we had an amazing time, for what I was awake for. And hibernation season's nearly passed, so I'll be lively soon!"

Malachai, having been good enough to keep his business hush-hush around Felix while he worked, slinked out of their bedroom.