[i]Klaus was... at a party. Huh... that couldn't be right... Klaus hates parties. Too loud, too many people, and they're most likely not very interesting... No, it's right. He is at a party.

Klaus maneuvers around a dancing couple, gently moving women out of the way and politely requesting some of the men move. And it wasn't until he was out of the crowd that he realized he was wearing a tie. He hates ties. 

And it wasn't until he took another [b]really[/b] good look around his surroundings and at the people that he realized [b]exactly[/b] where he was. 

[color=SkyBlue]“... Fuck.”[/color] He could faintly hear himself curse, his light british accent sounded vaguely monstrous and deeper in his mind.

Then, walking slow as if it would somehow make the confirmation less daunting, he started walking over to the bar. And, as if made out of smoke, [b]she[/b] appeared. Sitting at the bar with a nervous expression, just as beautiful as he remembered all those years ago.

But, before he could open his mouth and hopefully say something that hopefully [b]wasn't[/b] a dumb, 'Pretty', he was interrupted. He didn't know whether to be annoyed or thankful.

[b][color=f7941d]"Wake up you lazy bunch. We've got work to do! You have 5 minutes to get ready for briefing."[/color][/b]

Then, all of the colors grew saturated and bright before everything went dark all at once.[/i]

Klaus slowly opened his eyes, wincing slightly as he felt a light pang in his skull. Sure, it wasn't as bad as it could be but it still sucked. He could hear talking around him and decided that he couldn't just roll over and go back to sleep... no matter how much he wanted to.

Sitting up, the large man let his head fall into his left hand as he massaged his temples. He could mentally make a promise that he would never drink again [b]but[/b] he'd only be lying to himself. And that was just depressing.

Somewhat more awake, he glanced towards the others waking up and being all... talkative.

[i]Kian's being as nice as usual... Ashur's.... Ashur... Loki's... being Loki... Flamel's familiar... John's to the point as usual... and Liam... huh... guess he's hungover too... I'm just gonna blame him for the headache... oh... and Newt's up... does she need my...? Eh, she's fine...[/i]

Klaus was thinking all this as he got up, stretching his stiff limbs. After doing so, he wandered over in the direction of the others as he rubbed at his eyes trying to wake himself up to become a more functional member of the world around him.

“Mornin'.” He greeted everyone simply, a small smile on his face. That was all they were pretty much gonna get as far as greetings went for the time being.