Exile on Main Street

[Bjorn]

Bjorn snorts.  "You want the shortened version?  Mine is: he blew up a shed with his mind, someone came after him, he ran.  His short version would probably take two fucking hours. "

Standing and stretching, Bjorn adds, "We're all in the same general boat.  The difference is that Paul here has had a hot shower and some sleep, and I'm covered in fucking blood and smoke.  So I'm going to shower, and then sleep, and then we can hold our reunion afterwards."

Rolling his shoulder, he looks over at Rez.  "Hey, do you mind telling me where the shower... Man, don't worry about that now.  Get sleep first, then you can get your email fix."  Frowning, he takes a closer look at Rez's face, and adds, more gently, "Hey, are you okay?"

[Rezantis]

"I'll be fine,"  he doesn't sound very sure, "I'll get a shower when you're done, then I'll sleep."

Rez drops a big-ass (and bulging) duffel on the floor and goes through for the RAID box, which he glares blackly.

[Huitzil]

"Ah, just like being home again." He leans back and stretches himself over the couch.

[Bjorn]

That's pretty obviously not true, but hell, I'm about to go throw up in the toilet, so who am I to judge?  Bjorn hesitates a second longer, but nothing meaningful or worthwhile can be said, and so he nods at Rez.  "Alright.  I'll talk to you tomorrow."

With that, he heads out of the room.  The rather mundane challenge of finding the shower is, all things told, a welcome change from the events of the day.

[Rezantis]

"Mm."

Rez connects up the RAID set to his laptop via ethernet, powers the RAID box up, fires off an email, and sets to tinkering with the box remotely.

"Oh, and you remember San Francisco, Uns?'

[Huitzil]

"I just heard on the news that it got blown up. Why, do you know something about it -- is it the Home Guard like they said?"

[Rezantis]

"No, just a pissed off pyrokinetic."

[Huitzil]

"Huh. Not what I was expecting."

[Rezantis]

"What were you expecting?"

[Brian]

Bjorn:  The shower is upstairs (only a bath downstairs).  Also upstairs is the unclaimed master bedroom (California king, baby!), and a futon.  Dracos claimed the NES chamber downstairs, and the only free room (Ginrai took the loft bed in the 'art' room), is the Chamber of Legos, unless you want to stick with the top floor.

The bedding is relatively dust free, though.

Rez:  This is going to take some time....

Dracos:  Ah, sleep.

Ginrai:  Ah, sleep.

Huitzil:  You know, the reception sucks, and you've seen every single Disney and James Bond movie in this place's film library at least twice.  The couch is semi-lumpy, too.

[Huitzil]

Huitzil grunts out an "I dunno" and stretches out to turn off the TV without getting off the couch, then goes to sleep. Good a time as any.

[Rezantis]

Realizing it's going to take some time, Rez . . . takes his time.

He's too wired to sleep right now.

[Bjorn]

After depositing and disposing of some extremely acidic bile in the toilet, Bjorn takes a very thorough shower.  Dressed only in his boxers, and carrying his jumpsuit and tactical armour very gingerly, he heads to the master bedroom, where he dumps the jumpsuit on the floor, and the armour on top of it, after retrieving the glass figurine, which he sets carefully in a corner of the room.  Then he curls up on the futon, with Shinmyouken on the floor above the foot of the bed, and then proceeds to be roused by a series of very unpleasant dreams.

[Brian]

Rez:  Morning rolls around, and people start waking up before you realize that if you don't go to sleep about ... now, you're going to pass out.  You've been trying to decrypt the RAID data by copying the entire thing to your laptop HD for a while, and interpeting the error message it's been giving you as a notice that if you try it again, maybe this time it will work.  So far, it hasn't.

Bjorn, Ginrai, Dracos, Huitzil:  You wake up, and feel ... well, if not totally refreshed, alert, and pleasantly free of armed guards attempting to remove pieces of you, or set you on fire.

Rez is tottering in place on his couch downstairs, Ginrai still seems manically cheerful about the insanity of the situation, and you all collectively have ... nothing in the fridge to eat.  That lone package of ramen has already vanished, somehow.

[Dracos]

Dracos heads out and picks up one of his bokkens and then heads into the back yard to do some morning exercises for a half hour.  Following this, he heads in, showers, and changes into fresh clothes.

Dracos
I'm doing these series of actions.  Anyone want to do something while I'm doing them or should I volunteer to go hunt down breakfast?