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Conner landed with a roll on the tower blocks roof, a sudden impulse had detoured him to the rooftop he had first watched the X-men on, the one he had been on when the whole asteroid-M fiasco kicked off. He lent over the nearest roof wall and grabbed his lock box and heaved it back onto the roof and was about to open it up when a shape floating above the buildings caught his eye. He bent down, opened the lock box and pulled out the telescope he had stashed in there those few days ago. He put the scope to his eye and focused it on the shape...which turned out to be the very familiar shape of Ellen, girl from the mega-mart. He watched her for a second and figured she was heading in his direction; either for him or to pass him, he didn't know. He decided to wait and see. He turned around, put the telescope back in the box and pulled out a couple of Kendal mint cakes. In his rush to observe the 'hood house he had forgotten to get the water bottles and energy bars from the boot and his stomach had been complaining since midnight. He unwrapped the cake and breathed in the mint, it reminded him of his summers in the woods. He took a bite then looked over his shoulder, tracking the girls progress.

X-23 heard voices as she approached the kitchen. If her memory was correct, she'd find the green girl along with the rock-wielder inside. She turned the corner, and let her lips curve up in the barest of smiles, for she'd been right. They seemed to be starting on breakfast, and she figured they wouldn't mind if she quietly joined them. Even if they hadn't been discussing what they were drinking as she came in, she'd have been able to tell by smell. The coffee smelled good, even though she wasn't partial to drinking it, and the orange juice smelled fresh. Upon checking the fridge to see what else there was, she decided to go with the orange juice, and helped herself. She drank it while standing by the counter, so as not to intrude.

((Morning 'tis, although I don't know how many other loners'll be up and about. xd ))

Owen slowly opened his eyes, meeting with the usual darkness. He raised his head, his hair dangling in clumps over his face like dirty, white threadbare tassels. He reached up and felt something squirming in his hair. He ran his fingers through the dirty mop, dislodged a spider, and set it down on his raggedy blankets, watching in fascination as it crawled away, barely visible in the weak light.
He sat up and stretched as far as he was able in the small hole he was in, then he crawled up and out onto the upper story of the church, where he could look down upon the entire sanctuary. Since his last little adventure, no police had come to call, so he could only guess that his appearance had gone unnoticed. Seeing no one about, he climbed down, using the back of a pew as his last step, and landed with the quietest of thuds on the dusty floor. He didn't see any other spiders about, but he knew they were there, always around and always dependable. He looked down at himself; he had slept in his clothes, so there was no need to change. He pushed aside the sanctuary doors, pausing to admire the threads of banana-yellow webbing that two of his favorite spiders were so fond of spinning as they guarded the doors. He stepped outside, squinching his eyes painfully at the sun's glare before heading off with his usual slumped, downward facing walk. He decided to try a different part of town today, just in case.

"Sure you arn't", Albel remarked wittily.

Finishing his stretches Albel started to make his way to the door, noting the clone in the corner drinking what appeared to be orange juice. "Later Lizz, I'm going for a jog if anyone asks, be back in a few..."

He made his way to the doorway and started walking down the hallway to the front door. Pausing for a second his lips curved with a smile before continuing down the hallway. He called out to X-23, "HEY CLONE, DON'T DRINK THE ORANGE JUICE, AFTER I POURED MY GLASS I PUT SOME LAXATIVES IN IT". After finishing this statement he had the front door opened and with great haste he closed the door and started his jog.

The kitchen door slammed open rather harder than necessary, and a groggy Tobias still in the torn jeans he'd slept in wandered into the room. "Mrrrgh." Apparently he's not a morning person.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and made a face after his first lukewarm sip. The temperature problem was easily rectified after he briefly stirred the liquid with a finger, bringing it to a near-boil.

A familiar loud shrieking immediately preceeded Aarin's rapid appearance next to Albel, jogging backwards to keep up with the other mutant. God alone knew where he'd been, since he hadn't coming from the direction of the Brotherhood house. "G'mornin', mate. Kind of you to join me for this early morning run." Aarin grinned widely, but dropped his voice after quickly checking that there wasn't anybody else nearby. "Got a proposition for ya. I'm planning on getting out of this outfit. Miss Blue just rubs me the wrong way... and I don't think I'll be able to resist the urge to hurt that self-important little clone. So I'm splitting. Tobias'll probably come with. So, I want to know... are you in?"

Marcus had actually gone to get himself breakfast not having the time or the patience to make something for himself. He pulled in killed the engine on his car and slid out grabbing the coffee and breakfast sandwich he had purchased for himself. On his way in he spotted Aarin and Albel. Albel looked a bit startled indicating that Aarin had surprised him. Aarin himself had a conspirital look about him as his eyes darted here and there. Markus knew Aarin would have no problems spotting him so he gave kind of a smirk and a half salute as he made his way back to the mansion.

Deciding the next best place to look for anyone around here would be the kitchen, Victoria took it upon herself to meander in that direction after leaving the boy's dormitories in her wake. Within a moment, she was at the top of the stairs and after mock-holding onto the rail with her left hand, skittered down without any hesitations. Making another customary left turn, she shuffled toward the kitchen, where she made her entrance in the expected fashion.

"Hell-o, all," she said, smiling and giving a cheery waves of her fingers, which made for an interesting contrast to the many zombie-like faces currently occupying the kitchen. Silently crossing to the refrigerator, Victoria both relieved and surprised to see that it had ben repaired or replaced since the day before. Without another moments hesitation, she pulled the door open and peered in, debating on what she wanted to eat at this moment in time.

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And...on the Brotherhood side of the equation, everyone's favorite, Lance Alver's was shuffling into the kitchen, but his mood was far from cheery. After getting in pretty late last night, the usual sounds of the Brotherhood home made it nearly impossible for him to sleep. Yelling back death threats yielded no effect. If anything, the chaos only increased in volume in retaliation.

Yawning heavily as he silently crossed to the fridge, he willing his eyes open just long enough to grab the handle with one hand and pull it open. Flinching at the sudden brightness that shone cheerfully at him, he swore under his breath before peaking in, wondering what, if anything there was to eat in here.

"Ooh," said Victoria mentally drooling from within the fridge as Sara rattled off a list of classic, yet well-loved breakfast items. To be perfectly honest with herself, everything sounded especially good, but the Southern Belle's offer to make omelette just sounded to good to resist.

"An omelet sounds good, Sara," the young mutant confirmed, straightening up and pulling the egg carton out of the fridge as she went and closing the door behind her. "If you make an omelet as good as you boast," she continued. "Then I'll owe you one."

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His head still peering hopefully into the fridge, Lance had almost dozed off again when a female voice, Lizz to be exact, graced his ears with the mention of there being a cup of coffee left with his name on it. "Coffee?" he repeated with a decent sized yawn as he straightened up and tapped the fridge door closed. In his early morning stupor, he underestimated and the door only closed half-way but he was too exhausted to care or notice. Shuffling past Lizz, he mumbled a quick 'thanks' as he pulled a clean mug from out of the cabin and started for the coffee pot. Spinning the mug around once on his forefinger, he set in on the counter and drained the last bit of coffee into it before taking a swig. He grimaced almost immediately, but swallow anyhow. It was bitter as hell, but he would tough it out if it meant returning to the land of the living.