As usual, Mackenzie awoke to her alarm clock blaring some 80s rock song she could never properly identify in her groggy state. Guns N' Roses? AC/DC? Probably one of them. Still half asleep as her feet dragged along the cold wooden floor, she moved through her morning routine mechanically. It was funny; she could never remember the first ten minutes she was awake, but somehow she managed to get things done. Anyway, a quick shower always helped get rid of the last vestiges of her sleepiness, so that was first on her routine. 

Before she made her way to the bathroom, she took a detour to the balcony and peered outside, noticing all the bustling outside. It seemed the other tenants were up and about already, which she supposed made sense, considering it was almost noon. Kenzie usually woke up earlier, but last night saw her marathoning a bunch of Disney movies (she watched them in order for fun, but she skipped sequels) and she didn't finish until about four in the morning. She used to be conflicted every time she had an unproductive day and often wondered whether she was just wasting her life away, but she found that her answer was always 'hell no' so she stopped bothering.

Her shower only lasted three [i]Little Mermaid[/i] songs (after the marathon, it seemed she would be stuck singing Disney songs all day), and she finished up with a grand rendition of "Under the Sea," complete with Jamaican accent. Right as noon hit, she was already dressed in denim short shorts and a pink crossback tank top to combat the day's sweltering heat, completely awake and ready to rock the day. Because she was in pretty good mood, she decided to forego her usual mask, though she did stuff it in her pockets just in case. So, Kenzie actually had no plans, but she thought she could go bother her fellow Oddballs. Maybe this was the day she could drag Andy out of his damn room and play with him, or get close enough to Kitty Cat for that piggyback ride she so desperately wanted to try.

"Morniiing, Stella!" she greeted loudly as she made her way to the kitchen. "Or, afternoon, I guess. So whatcha gonna do today?"

Kenzie grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and filled it with milk, stupidly amused that she finished the jug exactly on the day of its expiration. She then filled it to the brim with [i]Froot Loops[/i] and stuck a spoon in her mouth. Instead of settling down at the dining room to eat, she dropped by her room to grab her guitar, currently in its case, and slung it across her back. She liked to bring around with her whenever she roamed the apartment, just in case she needed it (like in those musicals, she sort of hoped everyone in the apartment would just spontaneously burst into choreographed song and dance).

"Goin' to Lucy's," she called out, words muffled. Kenzie headed out to the balcony and expertly hopped across the railings without spilling a drop of milk. Then she climbed over her neighbor's balcony and rapped against the sliding door with her right foot. 

"Hey, Princess, open up!" Kenzie liked to drop by and check on Lucy during the day, when she knew Cody was out working, because she hated the thought of anyone being alone, especially someone as young as Lucy. Thinking about it made her flashback to the olden days, back when foster family number eleven would leave her alone for hours on end, and it made her upset. And she didn't like being sadfaced. "Eat breakfast with me."