“I recommend taking a moment to sort out the bad thoughts, the ones keeping you up. Just breathe, in and out, remember where you are and who you are. Stay in the moment, know who you are and what you’re going to do.” they said, putting together their meal and going to the dining room table to eat it. The dining room had a clear view of the living room, there wasn’t even a wall separating the two. “And what you’re going to do is sleep. I’ve also found a good cup of tea is always calming, even if I never drink it. It’s more the presence of a hot drink that helps.”
Alek looked over at them, shrugging a little. "Thanks." he replied softly, running a hand through his blonde hair. He didn't really know what else to say in response to this.
(Wait Alek is blonde- oh my gosh my art of him is so innacurate then isn’t it lol? Too late to fix it tho so I guess I’ll just exist here.)
“You’re welcome,” they said, practically devouring their meal. They really were quite hungry, after all, and they didn’t care about ‘manners’ or ‘not looking like a starved wolf’ at this hour.
(yee, he blonde boy lmao)
(I mean he's Scandinavian, what else would he be lol)
Alek looked around the room quietly, biting his lip for a moment and dropping his hands back down to his lap.
Lo had taken a quick power nap after taking care of her night routines, before suddenly feeling the urge to cook. It had woken her, actually, from what would have been a longer nap. She felt restless, probably due to the new surroundings. So she quietly rose from her bed, throwing on a robe, open, over the sleep shorts–on the shorter side, she got warm easily–and spaghetti strapped tank top she had worn to sleep. With her hair thrown up messily, she snuck downstairs, surprised by the sounds of voices as she did.
Instead of going to greet whoever was up, though, she let them be, as they were likely not in the mood to talk. She headed straight for the kitchen, humming softly as she began pulling out dishes. Cookies sounded good, but so did everything else she could think of.
She turned on her phone, connecting it to a pair of bluetooth headphones and only putting one in. Her music was worth listening to, but so was the space around her.
Maybe I'll make pasta and cookies. Enough for anyone who's up to have some, and maybe…triple a batch or so. That seems like it would feed everyone. Musing to herself silently, she began preparing. She could make at least one batch without any dairy. Even if she wasn't too fond of Victor, cookies were a matter that deserved to stay separate from personal opinions.
Mina was curled up with Jonathan in their bed, fairly satisfied. They’d checked every window or way to the outside they could find, and they were all shut tight. Now, in their night clothes and their things properly unpacked, her mind had moved back to what happened earlier that evening.
“I… I still feel like I could’ve handled the situation better,” she murmured, both to herself and Jonathan.
He combed his hands through her hair, making her eyes close at how soothing it felt. She heard him make a “Hmmph,” sound, like he expected her to say that.
“Darling, you care too much. It’s in the past, and the past can’t be changed. You know that.”
“I do,” she said. “But I can’t help but regret.”
Outside their window, the faint stripes of Jupiter could be seen hovering in the night sky, almost eavesdropping on them.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Jonathan sighed sleepily.
Mina opened her eyes. Underneath his loving gaze, there was a hum of nervousness.
“What about you? Are you alright?”
His gaze lowered. “I guess… this reminds me too much of three years ago.”
She nodded. She kept her eyes on him, reflecting on how similar their time downstairs had been to the meetings Van Helsing held in his study with them, Dr. Seward, and the rest. Of course, minus the arguments on how to treat the person you created in the name of science.
Apparently many of their group also struggled with sleep. Eden finished off their late dinner and clean off their plate, letting Lo go about her business completely separate from the little world of intruding thoughts that Eden found themself in.
Alek shifted, heading into the kitchen and starting some hot water for tea. He figured he may as well test out Eden's suggestion about making tea.
(Should I have Mina and Jonathan come downstairs too?)
((you can if you want! lo only has one earbud in, so if someone talked to her, she'd respond))
(Yeah I was just debating if I should cuz their not really ones to get up in the middle of the night, but at the same time, there’s no interaction with the others. So)
((either way works! i could also just have her say hi to another character))
(fhshhdh I am so sorry for not being active and keeping up with this RP y'all. We can timeskip if y'all want to?)
(also I hereby give y'all basically admin powers: if I'm gone and you wanna do stuff, do stuff. Starlight knows the plot I've got in mind)
(Ok. Time skip sounds good)
(I hope you guys don’t mind me posting something lol-)
Victor woke up to the sound of sizzling and the smell of something breakfast-y. How long had he been asleep, and how had he gotten to his room? Oh, of course. Eden. The foolish monster was always trying to hold him back from his work, keep him from reaching his full scientific potential. It’s not as if an unfeeling murderer like them could care, after all. Victor stepped downstairs, ready to resume his work. Unfortunately, he’d have to pass through the kitchen to do it, and who else was there but Eden, preparing some pancakes, eggs, and bacon for the whole group? They were moving from pan to pan, working obsessively to make sure nothing burned.
((this asshole fell asleep himself))
Lo woke early, as per usual, and fit in the best workout she could under the circumstances. Currently, she was on her way back from a quick jog, heart pumping from the quick pace and legs itching to keep going. She wasn't sure how long she should be out, though. If they received an emergency call, or something happened at the house, it was a good idea to be there.
As she entered the house, she shut the door as quietly as possible, removing her shoes and making her way towards the kitchen. The smell of food had her stomach–empty except for the cookie she snuck before working out–grumbling, and she knocked on the wall before entering the kitchen. She spared Victor a nod, before speaking. "Good morning, dear! Need any help with cooking?"
“If you could handle the bacon, that would be lovely.” Eden nodded to Lo. Victor sat down at the table, taking a small, glowing cube out of his pocket and starting to tinker with it’s holographic screen. Meanwhile, Eden flipped the last in a very tall stack of pancakes, obviously meant to feed the whole group when they came down.
"Of course." Lo pulled her earbuds from her ears, tucking them into the pockets of her athletic shorts. Wasting no time, she took up dealing with the bacon, humming to herself for a few moments. "Did you sleep alright? If at all? It did seem like quite a few of us managed to be up at the same time." She mused, turning over a piece of bacon and listening to it sizzle loudly.
“I don’t ever sleep, not much. I’m not even sure if I need to. I’ve been able to go a few days without before, but maybe I’m just a lot more tolerant to unrest than most.” Eden shrugged, serving up a plate to Victor and looking a little desperate. “Uh, bacon’s on the way.”
“Please eat.” they added.
Victor ignored the plate, and by extent, Eden. He never ate without some coaxing, but this silent treatment was a bit unfamiliar to them. Usually Victor was talking their ear off about their scientific genius or something, so yesterday had most likely hit hard
"Almost done here! Just on the last few pieces. Though, I guess that makes sense." Lo said, adding another piece to the plate of finished bacon. "Are there any other things that you go without? And how long do you usually sleep for when you do?" The last few pieces of bacon followed quickly, and she carried them over to the table, dropping two pieces onto Victor's plate.
"Darling, the polite thing to do when someone makes you food, is eat it. Though," She turned to Eden, smiling. "If he's going to be like that, I don't mind a bit of extra carbs. Go grab yourself some food, I'll dish out the bacon to the other plates."
“Uh… usually only five hours at most,” Eden said in answer to Lo’s question. They fidgeted uncomfortably, scanning the room for the arrival of anyone else to ease the growing tension inside of them.
“Tell the oversized freak I’m busy. They can take care of themself, as I can take care of myself. Understand?” Victor said, paying barely any attention to the two.
“Victor, please don’t be like this…” Eden trailed off.
((gonna wait for someone else to jump in as well after this one lmao))
"No, I don't understand. Now, if you'd care to let those of us with a mentality above that of a fifth grader have a civil conversation, I would be thrilled." Lo said simply, no trace of venom in her voice. Like a statement, rather than an insult. With that, she deigned to ignore him, not really looking to fall into a battle of insults so reminiscent of her gradeschool days. Instead, she smiled at Eden, going about the task she had set for herself. "If you're ever looking for some company, I don't mind doing activities at night. As you could likely tell, by the baking. Oh, we could make a cake together! With fancy frosting. Like the little flowers?"
(Same with me.)
“Oh, don’t fight. Never mind,” Eden sighed, turning away from Victor and dishing up a triple portion for themself on a large platter. “I’d absolutely love to partake in baking with you, if you’d like. I’m not too skilled with decorations, you could say my artistic eye is… lacking.” they shrugged.
Alek had fallen asleep curled on the couch and still lay there when morning came, one hand hanging off of the end of the couch and his blonde hair messy and tangled. He didn't even awaken when the others started to argue.
Sherlock came down midargument, and studied the situation for a long moment. "Ah…what's going on?" They asked slowly, tugging on the collar of their button up shirt to adjust it.
(Stg all Sherlock wears is like. Business casual lmao)
“Darling, did you forget to set an alarm?”
Mina sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She could tell she’d woken up late, it was an uncomfortable sticky feeling in her body that she hated.
“Oh no…” Jonathan eyes peeled open, and he shifted, stretching out his back. “We were talking…” he groaned.
“Yes, we were,” she replied simply. “It’s fine, it was our first day.”
As she got dressed, she thought about what she wanted to do once she got downstairs. First, she needed to contact Van Helsing at some point. She was certain now that the Clay Man used vampires as his agents, and everyone would need to be educated on them if they weren’t already.
Second, reconcile with Victor. After sleeping on it, she knew that, the matter of Eden aside, she shouldn’t have physically threatened him. And since they were going to spend an indefinite period of time together, it would be better to resolve these things quickly, especially considering they both had a common enemy and benefactor, as Lo had pointed out. Even if he didn’t reciprocate, it would still be wise.
Lastly, she hoped to make progress on where exactly the Clay Man might be, though that was a more uncertain task. She would have to ask someone like Mx. Holmes to help with that, as she wasn’t sure on where to start.
In a simple white shirt, maroon colored wide-cut pants, and her hair in a messy bun, she turned to go downstairs when she heard giggling behind her.
She turned. She could see Jonathan through the bathroom mirror, setting his razor down with a grin. As she stared at him, she realized the blurred quality of her vision.
“Did you forget your glasses?”
She laughed, maybe a little too loud. Taking her glasses from the bedside table, she put them on and went to the bathroom, hugging Jonathan from behind.
“Love you, babe. See you downstairs.”
“Love you too.” He continued shaving.
Mina descended the stairs, her uncomfortable feeling from earlier erased from memory. She grinned as the smell of pancakes came to her.
(Don’t mind me just starved for healthy married couple dynamics)
“Mina! Just the person I wanted to see, come here. So, I’ve put together all the information I have on vampires, they’re apparently parasitic beings who transform their victims to be lower-ranking feeding stock for what is possibly a hive mind. However, I know you know quite a bit on vampires and I was wondering, could there be a cure for their condition without killing them?” Victor stood up, showing her the notes on his cube. “So far the answer is no, from everything I know and everything I’ve guessed, but if you have anything useful, any samples…”
“Hello, Mina. Care for something to eat?” Eden called from the kitchen.
"You have me for the artistic eye, dear. We'll do just fine." Lo said, patting Eden's shoulder and hopping up onto the counter with her own plate. Her hair was braided back, awaiting a quick shower once she had eaten. And eating was something she seemed plenty excited to do. After covering her pancakes with enough syrup to drown a living being, she started in on them, happy as hell. "They're so good. I haven't had pancakes in forever and a half."
