Test Drive Thread

[k39zzz]

Joshua, as usual, got up early, and is rummaging around in the kitchen making breakfast. As everyone woke up, they would smell eggs, waffles, bacon, and pancakes.

Artie and Steve are out on a ping and won't be back at least until tomorrow.

By the time anyone else got up, he's already set the table for breakfast.

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[pitchingcurves]

Pete wanders downstairs from his room, rubbing his eyes as he yawns real wide and real loud. He grins brightly at the sight of breakfast on the table, and grabs a piece of bacon off a random plate as he circles around the table, chewing on the bacon as he surveys.

"You've been up awhile, man. Cooking to impress the missus?"

[damncompass]

"Some people try to keep a schedule, Pete." Joshua rolls his eyes. "I've always gotten up early. Anyway, don't be saying missus around Helena if you value your balls. Marriage and her haven't been friends for over a hundred years, if ever."

[pitchingcurves]

"So we ain't gonna see a ring on that finger anytime soon." Pete pulls out a chair and plops down in it. "I bet you're glad for that money saver."

And because he's not ungrateful, he pauses and then adds, "Also, thanks."

[damncompass]

"Oh, yeah, sure. Money saver." Joshua shakes his head and goes back into the kitchen and returns with more bacon.

When he comes back, he has a better expression. "Hey, no problems. Sometimes I have to shake things up a bit."

[pitchingcurves]

"Heyyy," Pete's face lights up even more. "You are the bacon wizard."

What? He loves bacon!

[damncompass]

"I just happen to know that you eat a lot of bacon, Pete, and if there's none left for Claudia, she's going to be really grumpy. Speaking of...." He goes back into the kitchen and returns with a glass of Mountain Dew.

"Now she'll wake up faster."

[thebettersort]

Myka enters the scene, not sleepy at all considering that she is an early riser as well. She has been up reading for about two hours, but eventually her stomach growled loud enough at her that she realized that she should chase the smell of food. She smiles at Joshua when she sees the spread on the table, peeking around the kitchen to see if she needs to brew tea.

"Pete," she scolds, taking the bacon from his hand as she passes behind him. "Don't eat all our food, Mister Rude."

[pitchingcurves]

"Hey!" Pete frowns at her and grabs food off what he assumes is going to be her plate. "There's enough bacon here to build a pig out of, so calm down."

[damncompass]

"I tried to tell him that, but clearly, he's not going to listen to me." Joshua smiles at Myka, waving a hand at a chair. "What do you want to drink, Myka? Coffee, juice?"

When he's halfway to the kitchen, he stops, smirking. "Technically, Pete, the bacon probably comes from half a pig." Yeah. It's that kind of morning.

[thebettersort]

"Is tea possible, perhaps?" Myka takes the chair and directs her smile at him, thankful. "Are the others awake, yet?"

[pitchingcurves]

"Okay, there's enough bacon to build half of a pig. Whatever." He steals Myka's toast. "And naw, they're slowpokes."

[damncompass]

"Helena was in the shower when I came down, actually. I think she was almost up." Joshua returns with a pot of tea, steeping merrily, which he hands to Myka.

"Claud won't be up for a while, as per usual."

[timelessinventor]

"What about me, darling?" Helena walks in just as Joshua mentions her, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Oh, lovely breakfast. Good morning, everyone." She takes a chair next to Myka and starts buttering toast. "Some tea for me as well, Joshua, thank you."

[thebettersort]

Myka's demeanor subtly relaxes more when Helena sits next to her, and she glances at the other woman with a small smile. "Good morning."

[claudiometer]

"'s an oxymoron."
Claudia's not usually this bad at mornings, but she is today. She makes a beeline for the chair Joshua set that Mountain Dew down at and promptly drinks half of it before coming up for air.
If by air we mean bacon. "There omelettes on the way?"

[pitchingcurves]

"Jeeze, Claud, you gonna take some oxygen along with that breakfast?"

Pete consumes more bacon. He should really eat something else, but it seems Joshua makes really great bacon. It's like crack, man.

[damncompass]

Joshua comes out of the kitchen with a prodigious eyeroll. "Yes, Claud." He puts an omelette down in front of her. "Don't worry. The hell were you up late for anyway?"

[timelessinventor]

"Good morning, Myka. Sleep well?" Helena looks up at Joshua as he retreats back into the kitchen. "Don't forget my tea, darling!"

[thebettersort]

"For the time I slept, yes." Sometimes, the printed word is far more appealing than the images in your head - especially when your dreams are not always the best.

Myka gives Pete a disapproving look, taking the bacon out of his hand and replacing it with an orange.

[claudiometer]

mmmmmm, omelette.
"Doug was having a computer problem I was helping him troubleshoot. And he forgot I'm an hour ahead of him and I wasn't actually tired until two anyway."
Really, Joshua. The only good morning is one that starts at noon.

[pitchingcurves]

Pete thinks about protesting Myka, but just shrugs and 'accidentally' throws the orange's skin her way as he peels it.

"Awwwww, geek courting is so cute," he teases Claud. "He probably didn't forget, he just wanted more time with you."

[damncompass]

Joshua comes out of the kitchen again with a plate of scrambled eggs, another of hash browns, and Helena's tea. "Computer problem, eh? That's an excuse if I ever heard of one."

He smirks a bit, finally taking a chair between Helena and his sister.

[timelessinventor]

"Something on your mind, Myka?" Helena looks concerned for a moment, but a huge smile crosses her face.

"Oh, so that's what they're calling it these days, darling?" She pours herself some tea, and takes a sip.

[thebettersort]

"No worries," Myka says and offers Helena a smile, before giggling at the conversation.

"Please don't elaborate on what sort of computer problem it was. We should keep these things in the bedroom."

[claudiometer]

...Claudia's just gonna flip everyone off before taking a heaping helping of hash browns, mmmkay.
"What? It was an actualfax computer problem. Anything more than that he was on his own for."