Oswald was already in bed, trying to sleep, when the door opened and someone wielding a massive rifle appeared, aimed at them. By the time he'd pulled his head up from the pillow, the intruder was already holstering his weapon, apologizing for the misunderstanding. Sighing, Oswald shook his head. "Mistakes happen. But we need to have a chat about our rules of engagement anyway, after what happened Friday. No more shoot first, ask questions later."

Stretching his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Oswald looked between his team mates. "I'm Oswald. Angry girl is Diamond. Drunk kitten is Emerald, or Emmy. Now, if you don't mind, I need my beauty sleep. [i]Desperately[/i]." Pulling his sheets over his head, Oswald buried his face in his pillow and tried to fall asleep once more.