3rd Elevator (Action/dictated)

[honeytoes]

[ Anybody going near the kitchens will come across alot of crashing, banging, and a whole lot of swearing.

God DAMNIT!! Why won't you come off?

[It started with him noticing a small blood stain on his right palm when he went to get his mid-morning coffee. Rubbing it didn't help and neither did running it under the tap. Now it's dripping down both his forearms and getting more and more on his nerves.

He's basically rummaging around the cupboards under the kitchen sinks looking for cleaning supplies.]

What the fuck are you doing to me?...oh god no!

Not here...not now!

[And now he's noticed that the blood on his left palm has cleared slightly to reveal a burn mark in the shape of the symbol of The Ancient Ones. He freaks out. It's partly because of his paranoia that they're coming for him and partly because he has no desire to reveal his secrets to anybody in Paradisa.

He gets back to scrubbing his hands...only more franticly and occasionally cursing under his breath.]

ooc: The symbol in question on Garys hand is images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120920040705/thecabininthewoods/images/9/96/Ancient_Symbol.jpg

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[honeytoes]

[He takes his hands out the sink for a moment and turns to look at Evan...And then wishes he didn't.]

Aw man I'm sorry...

[kid_apocalypse]

It's okay. I was due to lose control of my powers sooner or later anyway. At least I can blame it on the castle being stupid, right?

[He manages a weak smile. He's trying to find some good in this, anyway.]

[honeytoes]

Right.

[He decides to stop scrubbing...what's the point of fighting something you can't control?]

You want a coffee or something? I just brewed a fresh pot before I went all Martha Stewart on my hands.

[kid_apocalypse]

Sure, I'd have some. I was up pretty early this morning, and my little temper tantrum's taken a lot out of me. That's why I came in here, to get a bite to eat.

[He holds up what remains of his sandwhich, which is a childish hodgepodge of meat, cheese, pickles, barbeque sauce, and relish.]

[honeytoes]

Looks good...I might get one myself.

Uh so how do you take your coffee?

[kid_apocalypse]

It's total comfort food, I know, but...I think with things the way they are, I don't think anyone'll care that much.

[He thinks on this. He hasn't had much in the way of coffee, but he likes sweet things, so...]

Cream and sugar, thanks.

[honeytoes]

Dude seriously...when the shit hits the fan I say enjoy the little comforts as much as possible.

[Soon enough there's a nice steaming mug on the table for Evan.]

Enjoy.

[kid_apocalypse]

Heh, yeah. I s'pose you've got a point there.

[He raises the mug in a salutory gesture.]

[He takes an experimental sip, and while not completely repulsive to him, was much stronger than he was expecting, and it takes him a moment or two to swallow the mouthful he's got.]

Uffda. Guess this's why I don't drink coffee much.

[honeytoes]

Yeeah I kind of make them quite strong.

Force of habit really...on busy working days I need to be firing on all cylinders from the word go.

My bad.