[h2]The Kids Are Alright Part 1 [/h2] [h3]The China Doll [/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule] [h3] Mathias, Cyd, Isaac [/h3] [table] [row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] The Skye’s spent their first night on the China Doll in their cabin. The trio didn’t close their eyes until long after the ‘witching hour’ had passed. Cyd spent the night scanning her Datapad, chatting it up with Mathias while Isaac tried to remember the combination to the lock he constantly messed with. They did - for the sake of other passengers - turn the music down so no one felt compelled to thump on any walls. Cyd silently congratulated them on their consideration. Somewhere in the late afternoon, she was the first of the siblings to grind the sleep from her eyes and sit up in bed. The thing with busking for their money was there was a time and place for it. Mornings were never the time, no one wanted a cheerful face with a hat out during morning commutes. No matter how up beat, pretty or talented … so the Skyes clocks were often geared to waking in the afternoon, at best, and late nights. Regardless, waking up no matter the time was the worst part of the day in Mathias’s opinion. Given they were trapped in a tin can as they hurled through the vacuum of space, there really wasn’t much that needed to be done so his lazy ass was pretending Cyd wasn’t awake, looming over the boys, shaming them for still being asleep. Isaac was sprawled across the floor not unlike a carelessly tossed ragdoll whose bedding followed close behind on the trip down. The boy managed to take up far more space than should be possible for someone of his size. The image was complete with a crooked head and gaping maw which emanated a sound akin to a garbage disposal that briefly got hung up on a corn cob before clearing itself and continuing. Cyd yawned. “I know you’re up, Yobo,” she said in a hushed tone as she absently kicked at the boy on the floor gingerly with a bare foot. “Who can sleep with the damn garbage disposal running …” Mathias said grouchy as he hoarding his blanket closer around him defiantly. “ … now you know why some mother lions eat their young … or in this case smother them in their sleep. No one has to know ...” He said, giving the youngest member a bleary glare. The teen on the floor sleepily whined as he pawed blindly at his sister's leg, impotent slaps hitting her ankle before falling to the floor. It was hard to make out, but something about "blanket" and "five minutes" as he tugged at a corner of the covers the girl was standing on preventing him from rolling away from her foot taps into his side. “Come on,” she coaxed. “We were told three squares a day, right? Well, I smelled bacon earlier, meaning we missed breakfast, and if we don’t get a move on, dinner will be off the table - literally- too. Hear that LoLo? Food….” “What if it’s three triangle instead of square? I mean what does that even mean? Three square?” Mathias complained hiding under his pillow. "Food pyramid" Isaac muttered from the floor with a look of self satisfaction. His retort sounded absolutely ingenious to him in his current state if he did say so himself. But the word "food" wormed its way through the reverie as he dragged himself to a sitting up position, squinting to let in as little offensive light assault his eyes as possible. He slapped at a random lump on the bed not knowing or really caring what he struck and absently said "C'mon….food…". Cyd shook her head at her brothers’ antics - all for five more minutes. “Go shower up, clean up - and then? We have some exploring to do,” she offered. Mathias grumbled at being prodded all willy nilly and threw his blankets over Isaacs head. “No one has to know …” He said, holding up his pillow for emphasis. Isaac fumbled, getting the blankets off of his head and scowled at his older brother. He rummaged through his backpack collecting all that he would need for a hose down and then made his way to his feet. He jabbed a finger at his sister trying desperately to sound badass. "Food. First. Then explore." Cyd responded by rumpling his hair and giving him a courtesy nod. “Food first. Probably.” Mathias yawned. “Remember. You let him live …” He reminded Cyd, getting his toiletries together.