Day 2: (Ab)normal Days

Lisa clinked along with Judas before turning around.

"If we ever do something like that again, you guys should tag along!  It was a nice distraction."

Jaden raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like an eventful night, Jude. But uh, who is this tool you're going on about?" He was almost afraid to ask.

Jordan happily took Cobalt's hand, and walked into the kitchen, only for her beeline to the coffee to be disturbed - she had spotted an incredibly miserable looking Patrick Lamonte.

"Boy, that's a Mood." She said, approaching him quietly, "What's the matter?"

Jason screamed.

"SHIT, JESUS --"

He jumped back ten paces, collided with one of the racks of boxes of misc things, and dramatically fell down flat on his ass. Staring at the bear, he started to calm down, breathing in and out, before smiling serenely and waving his space brownies at the bear.

"U-um, eating breakfast!"

Patrick stuttered and tried to avoid making any form of eye contact with Jordan. "I d-don't want to talk about it. At least not yet."

Lux widened her eyes in excitement at Miranda's suggestion.

"You bet your ass we can add spices! Grab whatever you want!" They stayed by the frier, keeping a keen eye on the omelette.

"What cafeteria, by the way?" they asked.

Ariel looked around the room and began to count who's in the room. She soon noticed that two people were missing.

"Did anyone see Jason and Claire during the night? They're the only people I can't see right now."

Dark smiled nervously. "Urm, yeah. You need turn around. Surprise." He gripped the knife tightly behind his back.

Antoine raised an eyebrow.

"Ooookay..." He did as asked, albeit hesitantly.

Miranda opened a cabinet, seems like she knew where the spice cabinet was. "Let's see...Paprika, adobo... and curry! Oh, a little salt too. The hot sauce is in the fridge," Seems like those were in the front.

She was silent for a moment, mentally weighing what she was about to say, "Well, it's destroyed now, but the Pentagon! I don't have to hide all that anymore, thank god."

Claire kept her arms crossed as she stepped into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with her classmates. She noted the completely empty knife rack, and made her way over to the dishwasher and stood there looking as aloof as possible.

"Yeah, no. I know you white boys have the blandest palettes, but that's not breakfast. You know where there's good breakfast? The kitchen."

"... I didn't," Avery mumbled, flicking his eyes to where Miranda was.

And then to Ariel, trying to put on a straight face, even though he was still trying to look at Miranda's... assets.

As soon as Antoine's back was turned, Dark chucked the knife backwards into his room and slammed the door closed loudly behind him so that Antoine couldn't hear the knife hit the floor. "Ah... I lost the surprise," he mumbled awkwardly. "Sorry..."

"WHAT?!" Lux shouted, nearly flinging their spatula across the room. "Ya work for the government???"

He ... stared at the bear and nodded. What?

"Sure. Yeah. I'll just. Go up there, then. Okay."

Miranda shrugged. "Well, if this is to be believed, used to. If the US government was still around, they'd want me back. No way they'd let me go to somewhere that's got the walls soldered shut with metal plate."

"I know tensions are high, but what did the door do to you?" Antoine turned back around with a shrug. "Whatever. Ready to go?"

Claire was minding her own business trying to look too good for anyone else when a spatula came out of nowhere and decked her in the forehead. "What on Earth?!" She stormed over to the other kids cooking, spatula in hand. "Who threw this at me?!"

Jake saw Claire's gesture out of his peripheral vision. He turned away without a nod or even an acknowledgement. As they walked in the kitchen, he grabbed a bag of chai tea and began boiling some water.

"Christ, what are y'all makin in here?" he tugged at his collar, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Fuck this," he finally said, shrugging off his leather jacket.

"Aw, you're too good to me." With that he spun, leapt into the air, and vanished into one of the boxes.

"That's alright," Jordan said, kneeling like the person in the How To Talk to Short People comic, "Why don't we talk about breakfast. You want anything? Orange juice or something?"

"Personally I need an espresso shot," They said, smiling.

"...Were you an intern or something? I don't think we even got your job. Uh... if the rumors I heard were true, maybe you're a... mortician?"

He paused when Claire walked over, the Miranda Mystery now on hold. "Are you alright?" He asked.

After Monobear left, Jason picked up another pack of cosmic brownies for the road and headed up to the kitchen. Bitch.

Dark shrugged. "Sorry. I am bad doing doors. I am ready." He started down the hall towards the kitchen, a bit of a skip to his heavy steps.