At eight o'clock in the morning, Fritz St. James wakes up and begins his day. It's a regularly set time, a routine he does not differ from because he needs the repetition of it, the continuous monotony of a specific occurrence. Every time the routine differs, the anxiety rises, along with the attacks; he keeps special alarms so that he can avoid them, so that he can keep himself calm. Regardless of how much he's slept the night before or what time he went to bed, this does not change. He wakes, showers, dresses, and then has breakfast, all before nine-thirty, when he starts his day.

Fritz does not have a job, but survives instead off of the generous inheritance gifted to him from his parents upon their retirement. Most of his time is spent as Celsus, but he takes classes at Destiny City University, a slow, careful course that allows him to focus on things other than his admittedly stressful but simultaneously fulfilling powered life.


At five forty-five in the morning, Magiore Carpenter is already awake, moving around the house he shares with Durumi and preparing for his job. He does not tend to shower in the mornings - they are taken at night - and the majority of Magiore's breakfast consists of a strong cup of coffee, black, that he pours into a traveling mug so that he can have it while at work. Durumi receives a kiss goodbye and a murmured affirmation of affection before he leaves.

He arrives at Romano's Constitutional Haven at approximately seven, collects his mail from his inbox, and lets himself into his office by seven ten, ready to look over his lesson plans for the day.


Auguste Atwell does not have a job, nor does he attend school anymore. His time is spent rehearsing and dancing, something that takes up all of his attention and his dedication. His rehearsals are scheduled and regular, but Auguste's sleeping habits are anything but. There are times when he spends the night at Colin’s, or spends the evening staying up late, talking and laughing with Lorne and Nadia and falls asleep curled up with his head on Nadia’s lap or slumped against Lorne’s shoulder. Auguste likes these moments best, because it’s always easiest to fall asleep when he has the warmth of someone else nearby.

Auguste wakes whenever he can; rehearsals are at three in the afternoon every day except Saturday and Sunday, so it doesn’t matter how late he sleeps in, he is always on time. Sometimes he volunteers at the Destiny City Ballet Company, however, and will come in at ten or eleven on weekdays to pass out fliers or help run the reception desk.


Archer Wren does not wake.

Deep in the Rift, in the vast, purple haze of craggy outcroppings of rock, vicious glowing eyes, and the constant, ever present oppressive feeling, General Wolfeite rises from slumber with nothing on his mind but power. The starseeds he has slowly been amassing throughout his partnership with Captain Tourmaline - no, General Tourmaline now - has been growing steadily larger, so that he now has an entire crate of them hidden somewhere within the living space he’s carved out for himself in the Rift. He does not sleep as often as he used to; time passes differently within the Rift, or at least, it feels that way, as there is no sun to gauge whether it is morning or night. He wears a watch, but he regards it only when he needs to make time.

Wolfeite divides said time between training Kamacite, fighting with Tourmaline, and branding Aue as one of his own (or is it the other way around?).

Any time not spent with those three is spent hunting.


Caspian Lyons (soon to be Gallo), wakes at random times, depending on his class scheduling and sports practices. Rarely does he spend his nights actually at the townhouse he shares with his twin sister, Cassie, because Caspian prefers not sleeping alone, and he doesn’t have to when he has a fiance. He would say that he and Michael are not attached at the hip, but they are, and Caspian has stopped trying to make excuses for this, because he’s beyond the point of caring. They’re going to be married; he’s allowed to spend as much time as he wants with Michael.

Breakfast usually consists of poptarts and anything Caspian can grab on the go when he has classes, but more often than not, Michael is making him food. Caspian likes these lazier, more relaxed days because it means he gets to wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs and pancakes cooking, something that’s almost as soothing as Michael’s presence. Almost.


In a tiny, crappy little apartment sometime early in the morning, Rhys Autenberry (almost Hitchcock) is still sleeping. His fiance will be the one to wake him with a goodbye kiss, a routine that never changes, no matter how early or how late it is. Rhys’s sleep schedule is erratic at best; sometimes he stays up absurdly late, and sometimes he goes to bed at seven. With a lack of a job and a school career, he sometimes feels as though he is imposing on Hitch, who works hard to support them, but Hitch has been nothing but encouraging, and he never leaves the house without a kiss and a whispered I love you into Rhys’s ear. He always lets the words melt around him like warmth, like sweetness, like Hitch’s arms, protecting him from the world.


In a small, extremely tidy apartment, Julian Laurence makes himself a simple, healthy breakfast consisting of orange juice, some sort of fruit (usually grapes or strawberries), before heading out to classes. He is both a perfectionist and someone who has a need for a set schedule; reckless or unnecessary things are a waste of time and effort, and Julian will not take the trouble to do anything out of the ordinary. He likes things a certain, definitive way. He doesn’t care for trivialities or idle conversation with his classmates or those in the orchestra with him. All he cares about at the end of the day is the violin.

It’s all he has, anyway.


The salon opens at nine, but Adrien Davids is always there at eight, just walking through the row of empty chairs before anyone else gets there. He almost never eats breakfast; Adrien survives purely off of too many cups of coffee, and he will sip one as he runs his fingers along the smooth leather of each seat, luxuriating in the fact that he has made it to where he is. Living above the salon means he doesn’t have to commute; he loves this fact, and he also loves the fact that it means he gets to make his own schedule most of the time. It’s sporadic and uncertain and chaotic, just like Adrien himself.

Sometimes his thoughts wander as he stands alone in the darkened salon.

Sometimes he thinks of his parents.

Sometimes he thinks of someone else, a dark haired, dark eyed beauty that he really needs to stop thinking of, but that he can’t help but think of.


When the name Basil Whybourne is read aloud in an early morning Calculus class during role call, it always brings about the inevitable snickers and the not-so-surreptitious glances of students as they try to figure out which one is the one with that sort of name. Basil does not care; he has very studiously and very carefully made himself not care, just as he does every morning, when he wakes up and makes himself some oatmeal for breakfast. He doesn’t care that as a child, people would say why were you born, Basil? or take his glasses and leave him to wander around the playground blindly. He doesn’t care, anymore, because he shut that part of himself off a long time ago, and he doesn’t want to open that door again.

He doesn’t need friends, or lovers, or whatever else it is that people have these days. Basil has his apartment, and his studies, and his work. He has a carefully arranged schedule so that he has the mornings off (minus the aggravating Calculus class, only offered at the obscenely early seven forty-five in the morning) and he can sleep in. Basil is not a morning person; he prefers having afternoon or evening classes, though he has to make sure they don’t interfere with his several jobs.

Keeping himself occupied has become less of a hobby and more of a necessity.


Seth Volkov has a damn good life and he knows it.

He wakes when he wants. He doesn’t hold back, because the expansive place in which he lives provides him everything that he needs and more. An abundance of wealth and a long life of old family money and living styles means that he doesn’t have to cook breakfast for himself or run all the mundane errands or do all of the mundane tasks that living alone might require. He has a private chef to cook for him, and that chef comes in every morning to make sure that Seth has a nice, hearty breakfast, even if that breakfast sometimes doesn’t get eaten until late morning after an evening of partying (or other things).

Seth enjoys partying. Not necessarily the drunken, messy and sloppy parties that people throw, but the ones where he can have a good time, a good drink, and sometimes good company as well - like certain redheads, who are, as Seth has determined, excellent at keeping him entertained. He has no shortage of partners, which quite satisfying.

He does not attend school. He has no need to; Seth knows what he wants to do, and it does not involve sitting in a cramped classroom for hours on end.


Naoki Tanaka is very much ready for school to end, more so than he thinks is possible. Being a senior means that he is almost to the end of the finish line - it’s March, after all, and June is just around the corner. Graduation means that he doesn’t have to wake up at six every morning and get dressed and get food before he rides his bike over to Meadowview. Sometimes he’ll get breakfast at school, sometimes he’ll snag something at home, but either way he tries at least get something in his stomach. His scheduled lunch time isn’t until past twelve, after all; the last rotation in the school’s lunch process.

Sometimes Naoki will sneak snags into his backpack so that he can munch on them in class, though he’s been caught twice for having Twizzlers now.

Naoki thinks it’s a crime to take away someone’s Twizzlers.


Wendell, in his cat form, sleeps on the foot of Fritz’s bed. Sometimes he will go out in the middle of the night to try and find other senshi, and sometimes he will wander off on his own; there is really no set schedule for Wendell’s wandering. He is an unrepentant night owl, however; sleeping is best left to the daytime, when no one is home and he has the loft to himself.

He also likes to go and bother Oberon, when he can, because he knows that Oberon totally needs someone to go on adventures with, even if Oberon is stubborn about admitting it.


Steele Moore - real name Eugene Waldroop - wakes at precisely five o’clock every morning. He really has no reason to be awake that early, especially since he usually doesn’t have to meet Rob at the office until around nine, but he finds he can be more impressive if he’s awake that early. Not to mention he can tell potential clients that he is a habitual early riser, because that always gets them oohing and ahhing exactly how Steele likes it.

Donuts are always for breakfast - though he tells Rob it’s a whole wheat muffin with steel cut oats on the side - usually chocolate, sometimes powdered, and then it’s off to the office where he belongs.


At twelve o’clock in the afternoon, Fritz will be at a cafe, across the street where he used to paint, wondering if he’ll ever pick up a paintbrush again.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Magiore is just beginning his last class of the day, discussing the themes of their latest novel - The Three Musketeers. He’ll also be telling Jefferson James to stop disrupting his class, because inevitably, JJ will do something noisy and deliberately aggravating, just to get a reaction.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Auguste is getting ready for rehearsal and taking Pasha for a walk before he leaves. He will take pictures of his dog and her fluffy, exuberant nature and send them to Jada to show to Giulia, just to make her smile.

At three o’clock in the afternoon,Wolfeite is sinking his teeth into a youma’s throat, claws scraping until he can feel the struggle begin to slow, and all he can taste and all he can feel is the thrill of the chase, the natural high of fighting.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Caspian is just starting his volleyball practice. He gets along well enough with his team, but sometimes he wishes they were a little less annoying, because it means it’s harder to enjoy his favorite sport.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, Rhys is slowly waking and trying to make use of himself around the house. Cooking is Hitch’s job, because Hitch loves to cook, but sometimes Rhys will try and get things prepared, or he’ll choose to go out and ride around the city on his motorcycle just to feel the rush of air past his face.

At six o’clock in the evening, Julian is in the middle of rehearsal for the symphony. Nimble fingers slide along the strings of his violin, his expression one of taut concentration that has given him varying nicknames among his peers, including ice b***h and frigid a*****e.

At seven o’clock in the evening, the salon is closed, and Adrien is upstairs in his one room studio apartment - or, if it’s a weekend, he’s trying to drag that same dark haired, dark eyed beauty out to go spend time with him, because Adrien is determined to get Yuuri to have a good time with him - in many sense of the word, even if he’s also afraid of this.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Basil is playing a game, or eating a late dinner, or reading; all solitary things, but he is a solitary man who has no friends and no one to spend time with. So he will simply go about things his own way, at his own pace.

At nine o’clock in the evening, Seth is possibly partying. Possibly drinking. Possibly in the bed of someone appealing, no matter what judgement Drew has passed on them, because he still thinks his opinion is better, anyway.

At ten o’clock at night, Naoki is supposed to be asleep, because he has a bedtime, stupidly (what kind of senior in high school has a bedtime?); but this mostly just means he’s under the covers with his phone, surfing the net or playing some mindless game.

At eleven o’clock at night, Wendell is prowling the streets, sometimes with Celsus, sometimes with Oberon, sometimes with both of them. He’s still determined to meet every cat he can, so sometimes he tries to find Bob again, or any of the other cats he’s met.

At midnight, Steele should be in bed, but instead he’s in another shootoff in Call of Duty, sitting on the couch in his dollar bill boxers. Sometimes he’ll text Rob, just to be obnoxious, and also to brag about his latest high score.


At some point, they sleep.

And then, in the morning, they do it all over again.


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