Must be a hundred and nine (1-3)

David · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:53 am

In one of the lower bunks, one kangaroo rat's hand swatted at something that didn't seem to be there. "Friggin'... Nmm..." He latched onto his pillow like a stuffed toy and became still again. "Salesmen..."

Sheff · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:58 am

Sheffer eyed the food as he slipped his shirt over his head, already still in his jeans. Despite the large slice of burger he had consumed the night before, his stomach already gave a demanding growl.

"Well, I didn't say I was going immediately..." he said, reaching out and swiping a donut from the CT, eating it almost greedily.

Kazz · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 2:03 am

Snore... snore... THUNK!!
That was the sound of shark hitting floorboards, impressively tangling himself in the blankets as he fell out of the bed with all the grace of a drunken ape as the griffin gave them a wakeup call of epic proportions.

"G'morning," Mako said drearily as he wrested his way out of the covers now pooled on the floor, still lying on his belly and not in the mood to pull his bulky tail out of the mess. "'Zzat coffee? 'N' food?" he inquired in a slurred voice, looking hopefully at the griffin with drowzy, half-lidded oranged eyes.

Tau · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:47 pm

Juneau, not entirely concerned with bunking with strangers given his lifestyle of often doing so in his line of work, had chosen to accept the offer to stay the night. He'd continued to keep to himself as he had the night before, his back propped up against a wall across from one of the bunks.

Having been sitting there for roughly an hour before the first signs of any of the others waking he'd quietly spent the time to once more place the cloth map from the previous night in front of him, placing both his palm computer and the still mostly cloth warped tablet fragment remotely near the center of the map. He hadn't said a word to any one since the night before, having thanked the Sheriff for the lodging offer and continued to keep to himself even as the others began to wake, instead, he continued to alternate between studying the three objects in front of while while occasionally dipping his right hand into his satchel pack,which was resting against his right side, to remove handfuls of what was likely some form of trail mix to snack on.

Myr was just now making his first appearance by slipping out from beneath the bunk across from the mantis and quietly began to float towards his green traveling companion, or more specifically, the satchel pack sitting next to him . He'd since manged to avoid being noticed by the others by sneaking into the dorm some time after every one was asleep having spent part of the night more then likely setting up a few assorted harmless traps and other mischievous pranks intended for simply amusement, his or otherwise, some of which were likely placed in the dorm itself.
( Feel free to insert any thing you feel fitting of this in any posts if any of you wish, Can't be too serious all the time after all )

Mie · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:58 pm

OOC: Collab with the Mister. Note for anyone just joining us: This takes place far from the other characters, for the moment.

Inhaling deeply, the gently undulating mess of salmon-colored fur and tangled sheets stuttered in the rhythm it'd held uninterrupted for the last several hours straight. But who could blame Jam for sleeping heavily after the time she'd had? Perhaps a certain someone who'd been through her very same hell and more; the certain someone whose absence without leave was the very thing to rouse the otherwise peaceful pink primate from her slumber...

There was a muffled noise into her pillow (which she had drooled on) that sounded like a mangled cross between an irritable groan and a confused grunt, while a solitary arm shot out from its disheveled top-sheet cocoon, and groped blindly at the empty space next to her.

Another groan, another deep breath, and at last, a head emerged from the mess, blinking blearily first at the vacated half of the mattress, and then at the blank-faced bedside clock, which, in her sleepy stupor, she couldn't seem to recall had no power.

"Laaaaz?" she called in a frogish, "I haven't spoken in a long time" voice, as she rolled floppily towards the edge of the bed.

Predictably miscalculating the appropriate number of rolls, Jam hit the floor with an understated thud, which was muted by the peppering of mismatched area rugs scattered about the painted concrete floor.

Without so much as an "ow," the thoroughly bed-headed monkey clambered uncoordinatedly to her feet (which seemed to be missing one of their socks), and stumbled toward the sound of clanking, rattling, straining metal outside.

Leaning against the frame of the back door she peered incredulously out through, Jam yawned loudly, and, rubbing her eyes, greeted the stark-white simian with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, "You're kiddin' me, right?"

Sure enough, there Rock was, out in the morning desert sun, doing chin-ups on what looked like a section of tall, old fencing support that was missing all its chain link. He had an old offroad truck wheel, tire and all, gripped between his knees and feet for extra weight.

"'Morning," he choked out without slowing. He stopped after a just a few more, released the wheel, and dropped back onto his feet. He looked strained, but not particularly exhausted yet, somehow. "You're up early."

Ignoring the inkling to ask what Rock was, if she was allegedly an early riser for the day, Jam defaulted mostly to business, since her searingly bright accompaniment seemed to be doing the same.

"What time is it?" she asked, squinting as she stepped out into the sunlight, and into reasonable conversing distance. "An' I guess more importan'ly, what's on the agenda, an' how long ago did we need t'be doin' it?"

"Not sure," he mumbled, swiping a water bottle off the ground and taking a drink as he walked to meet her. "Still pretty early. There's nothin' we really need to do, though."

He stopped beside her and took another swig.

"I was thinking we'd to head back into town, get to a phone, call Ace, all that stuff... But I dunno. I mean, do you think this is a situation we need to be involved in?" He gestured vaguely, flinging his hand, and letting it lazily flap against the leg of his shorts. "All this emerald crap, I mean."

Seafarinhare · Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:16 pm

As enticing as a free bunk was for the ice-colored raccoon, he opted for Night Watch and set up a stake-out on the roof of an adjascent building. And by stake out, I mean just a lawnchair, which gave him a nice view of the station.

And eventually, he did fall asleep, legs kicked up on an AC unit.

snff snff

His nose twitched, and eyes opened. Somehow, the smell of coffee and donuts stirred him awake. An occurance that surprised even him. Perhaps it was one of his "DONUT RANGER" powers at work.

Moments later, he was in the station, reaching over Target's shoulder for a glazed donut, and quickly stuffing it into his mouth.

"Don'min'ifIdo." He said with the donut still hanging out of his mouth.

Mie · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:44 am

"Dude," began the frizzy-furred monkey, in a tired tone that had nothing to do with sleep deprivation. "You don' need t'ask me. I mean, you know."

At a leisurely, dragging pace, Jam moved closer and lowered her voice, though no one was around. Taking an unbalanced seat on Rock's makeshift weight, she dragged a hand through her already unkempt hair, and continued.

"It sounds egotistical t' say it, but I mean, if it's true, it's true. This ain't somethin' we can just walk away from -- Not forever. Lookit that crow's screw-up platoon. If we turn our backs on... whatever this is, it'll just bite us in the ass later. So the question's really more of a, 'deal with it now, or deal with it later' thing, y'know, 'cause one way or another, we're involved. Not like we can just go back t'work tomorrow, anyway."

At this, the briefest of a subtle flicker of utmost distaste flitted across the strawberry simian's face, before she gave up on her wobbly tire stool, and stood with the sigh of one approaching a long and cumbersome task.

"Not like I'd want to..."

Various stretching and popping followed, before both hands settled on the sides of her waist, and she cast a long, thoughtful stare out towards Yellow Desert, a ghost of a grin materializing on her lips.

"Been gettin' kinda boring 'round home, anyway, don'tcha think?"

psikeout · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 1:11 am

Rock stared off at the heatwaves on the horizon and generally looked like he was eating through a bunch of sour grapes while Jam spoke.

"It's just—This is a little high profile," he countered. He hung his thumbs in his pockets, and looked up. "Sonic's back in the game—We filled in good, but, I mean, this Eggman crap is kinda... I dunno."

He sighed.

"It's not like I think we can't handle it. I just don't wanna end up a part of their stupid little game. But... for now, 'til we know how it's gonna play out, we probably oughta at least keep close by, I guess."

He didn't say it as conclusively as such a sentence probably sounded like it needed to be. He hadn't convinced himself. But, he waved for her to follow nonetheless as he headed back into the ugly old concrete building.

"Get'cher skates on. We gotta move before it gets hot."

Diluss · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:47 am

Tails had woken up by degrees. The abrupt holler of the Sheriff had really only started the process. For a few moments his eyes had snapped open and he'd lurched half-upright, before very slowly, gently, sinking down and retreating under the covers again.

As the room began to wake up, however, he stirred, and his brows furrowed. Scents began wafting through the room - the dark, tarry aroma of coffee, and the sweet yeasty scent of fresh donuts - and by a series of instalments Tails began to come around.

He sat up in bed, and after a few seconds rubbed slowly at his still closed eyes. He sat there - eyes still closed against the morning - taking in the sounds and smells of conversation and breakfast for about half a minute.

"Ow," he mumbled after a suitable amount of time had elapsed, and then, very slowly, he got out of bed.

He stretched awkwardly, stopping half-way through to rub at the various aches and pains that lingered around his body. Then he finally opened his eyes - somewhere in the vicinity of possibly half a centimeter - and squinted out at the world that presented itself to him under the floodlight glare of a screaming desert sun.

His lightning-fast intellect quickly processed the situation and made a list of priorities. The list went something like:

Donuts
????

He shuffled over to the box of donuts, and reached out, and closed his hand around the nearest one. He took a bite, and the sensation seemed to revive him; he looked around as he chewed and began to take in the people around him with something approaching interest. He chewed a little longer, methodically - chew, chew, chew - and then:

"G'dmorning..." he addressed to the world at large.

Rachel · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 2:55 pm

The Sheriff watched the strays she brought in, her normally stern features softened a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was starting to feel like a mother hen, and while it wasn't entirely unpleasant, it was foreign. Finally the sweet look faded as her brow set again.

"So, Sheff, right? You're gonna be heading south with Mr.Cotton?" She said, looking at the hedgehog. While she hadn't anything against him or any other member of the party (the exception maybe Rock and Ace) but she'd been an officer more then long enough to tell when people where talking to her in half truth's. "You're not going to be involved in this Eggman business anymore? Or are you following some sort of lead?"

Something had been nagging her, the others always seem to glance at him, and he seemed to be no more a stranger then the oddity sitting against the wall with his rusty relics, but it didn't change that they all seemed to be very preoccupied with what he was doing, and despite her attempts, nothing came up in the police database for a 'Sheff'.

Time was wasting, the group had to set out and find the emeralds before Eggman had a chance to rip the earth in two with them. This wasn't the time, she felt, for them to be keeping information from her.

Greens · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:32 pm

Ace was sprawled out on his sheets like roadkill. One arm hanging off the side, knuckles touching the ground, face mushed into a compromised position on the pillow, drooling out the corner of his mouth-- the whole nine yards. Seemed he didn't have any qualms about sleeping in the nude, too, but fortunately, he was a guy, so it worked out. Inside the hand lolled off the bed was held a cell-phone he'd failed to turn off properly: a memoir of the half-a-night he and Caz spent texting away. The thing had a reasonably large battery, and it was already half gone.

So with only half a night dedicated to a full night's rest, it seemed obvious what his reaction to such a rude awakening would be.

"nnnuuurrrhhhh."

Give him a bit though, and eventually the smell of coffee and donuts permeate the room enough to invade his nostrils and awaken a sense of instinct that didn't even require him to be fully awoken to recognize: Get there before the others do. So with a strenuous effort that put his heartbeat in a tiz, the cat eventually struggled his way out of bed, stretched any kinks out of his back ("nnnnnnnnggggggghF**Khah"), scratched his butt, and tripped his way down to donut-land without even putting on a pair of underwear.

Thank God. There were still a few pink frosting ones.

He took three, but started blindly ambling towards the scent of coffee before he took a bite.

Mie · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:53 pm

Jam wasn't quite as certain as Rock seemed to be that Sonic the Hedgehog's involvement meant they could just sit the game out in the safety of their dugout. Amazing though he irrefutably was, South Island's speedy savior still couldn't cover all Eggman's bases at once, and meant that someone or something was gonna get messed up, even when the almighty Sonic was up to bat.

The point still still stood, however, that they at least knew they wouldn't be hanging around their squat all day, and though Jam still silently questioned their superfluousness, she hastened after the retreating primate with more buoyancy than her thoughts would otherwise suggest.

"Oh, yeah," replied the already baking primate with a playfully wry grin, as she bounded in the door. "'Cause it's still a temperate -- what? -- 98°? I mean, geeze, m'still wearin' all my clothes. Seriously, who thought this hell hole was a good place for -- anything?"

psikeout · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 5:52 pm

***

A twenty minute jog later (one much easier for Jam with her electric skates than for Rock with jack except his own two feet), and the duo rolled into town. Huffing lightly, the white primate (thankful for his own coloration after those few minutes in the hot sun) trotted off the road, across a lot, and under the shelter outside the front of the train station.

"I gotta make a couple'a calls," he explained as he caught his breath, meanwhile heading for the nearest pay phone. "Just a minute."

(It was long, so I posted it here for anyone who cares to read.)

A few minutes later, the receiver and hook clinked as Rock hung up. He remained in thought like that for a moment. He still needed to contact Ace; the image of the cat's cell phone, and his number, was quickly recalled, and he dialed from memory, unknowing that somewhere out there, Ace was eating pink-frosted doughnuts while naked in a police station in the presence of women and children.

Mie · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:09 pm

As if Jam could just wait around minding her own business, especially after knowing who he was talking to. She was right there next to the whiter primate throughout the duration of his call, sweating incessantly, and nodding fervently over her folded arms at Rock's every bullet point of their ordeal.

Her eyes practically bugged like it was Christmas at the very, very good (or so she thought) recommendation of some kind of badge, and briefly considered (/fantasized) how much easier saving the world would be with a little weight to throw around.

Before she knew it, though, the pertinent information had been exchanged, and the snowy-hued simian was replacing the receiver on its hook, while Jam waved to it with a feeble, "Hi, Rekk!"

David · Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:36 pm

Even though Toby had somehow managed to sleep through everything that was going on, the two chao at the foot of his bed were slowly rousing from their slumber. The smell of bitter coffee hit the blue-eyed chao like a wall of bricks, his nose crinkling at the odd, strong aroma. Only Frankie ever had a taste for coffe at the Cotton house-hold, even though Tabitha had attempted to like it for a bit for the sake of looking more grown-up. It was an unfamiliar scent to both chao, and coupled with the noise and activity around the room, did a pretty good job of kicking the two little critters out of dream-land. The two floated wobbily off the bed, one after the other, slowly drifting towards the doughnut box.

"...Oooh..." The blue-eyed chao scooped up a cinnamon twist and began to nibble away at the breakfast treat.

Pinky, on the other hand managed to nab an apple roll-up, and proceeded to chomp off a bite far too big for his tiny mouth. He looked like a chipmunk, cheeks puffed out to maximum capacity with delicious apple pastry. "Oommmnpph..." Somehow, the little guy miraculously managed to wolf the bite down, and got started immediately on the other half.

Toby, on the other hand, lay peacefully asleep as a small stream of drool began to escape his open mouth.

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