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33 Apocalypse Avenue, Saturday Morning
Aug. 2nd, 2008 08:09 amJack* didn't get worried or scared when he woke up alone. He didn't mind taking care of himself, and, anyhow, it was Saturday and that meant cartoons and sugary cereal.
There was no cereal in the kitchen except the boring kind that was all brown. This was vexing, but he decided he could make up for it with lots of coffee -- coffee was his secondfavorite. He climbed onto the counter and began looking for the coffee beans and a filter, only almost falling down once before filling the carafe with water, taking care not to spill too much, and starting the pot brewing.
This would be the best day ever.
[*OOC: Yeah, if he's five he's not Tyler, so he gets the fanon birthname for the weekend. Which I think no one on the island has ever even heard, so this will be interesting. I will be in and out today so expect SP.]
There was no cereal in the kitchen except the boring kind that was all brown. This was vexing, but he decided he could make up for it with lots of coffee -- coffee was his secondfavorite. He climbed onto the counter and began looking for the coffee beans and a filter, only almost falling down once before filling the carafe with water, taking care not to spill too much, and starting the pot brewing.
This would be the best day ever.
[*OOC: Yeah, if he's five he's not Tyler, so he gets the fanon birthname for the weekend. Which I think no one on the island has ever even heard, so this will be interesting. I will be in and out today so expect SP.]
