good morning, it's a flood [closed]

[thirdwisestar]

🧙 WHO: Caesar & Kadoc (impostorsyndrome)
⚔️️ WHAT: The rainy season interrupts breakfast at the hotel...
🕒 WHEN: Early April.
🗺️ WHERE: Ye olde hotel.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nah.

[ Wake up, be miserable about the latest round of dream walking, slog down to breakfast and continue being miserable because it's so early, pocket as much breakfast food as possible because they sure as heck don't feed them anything else while here; this has essentially been Caesar's life for, what? About a month now?

Dreadful. It's the worst. He hates it. The complaints could go on forever but he simply doesn't have the energy for it and, now, it's raining. Raining and raining and it sounds like there won't be an end to it anytime soon, meaning even going outside to wander around is out of the question, so!

It's another terrible morning and Caesar is sulking at one of the little tables set up for the usual breakfast rush, food for the day stockpiled in front of him. A few bottles of juice, some bagels, little cereal boxes, and milk cartons. Probably some fruit, though if he's honest, he'll only eat those when he runs out of the rest.

He does have some oatmeal absolutely drowning in maple syrup cooling off directly in front of him, but he's drowsily picking at it instead of actually eating it, head held up by one hand with an elbow propped up on the table. If anything, he may very well nod off before he manages so much of a spoonful...

Long story short, someone looks like he's had a rough time of it, as per usual since he got here. ]

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[impostorsyndrome]

[It's another terrible morning and Kadoc is out of the food stash he keeps in his room to avoid exactly these social morning situations.

He's always been like this; he can and does cook, but procuring food has always felt like a waste of time he could be spending doing literally anything else, much the same way sleep has always felt. So cooking or otherwise obtaining large quantities of food at once, to just grab whenever he needs it for the next week or two, without having to do things like cook, shop, look at menus, talk to delivery people, or anything else, has always been his go-to method of dealing with this. And here in Camelot, it's all about straight up stealing tons of breakfast whenever the time comes that he needs to venture down again out of his little hermit cave.

Well, it is free, anyway. And the innkeepers would probably stop him if they hadn't quickly come to realize that he only does this once a week at the very most. He'd gotten some dirty looks the first time, but after that . . . they understand.

This morning is one of those mornings. Kadoc had slept, as he usually does these days, to his own disappointment. Not being able to get around that with magecraft anymore sucks! He actually feels pretty rested this morning and it's weird and awkward, and it does not make him feel any better about slinking down to the dining area to make his usual "shopping" trip. It's just not a thing he enjoys. As he enters the dining room, his mind is on the possibility of maybe illusioning himself invisible today for this little venture. He's not tried that yet, but his Light magic has come a long way since—

Since the last time he ran into that guy mid-impending-nap at one of the tables there, in fact. Huh. So he does exist in real life. . . . Of course that was to be assumed, but Kadoc still has a Moment upon seeing him in person, while neither of them are asleep.

At least while one of them isn't asleep?

He could go about his business; he thinks he might, consciously. But unconsciously, his feet are already leading him in that direction. It's not like he hasn't been curious since that night. So this is apparently happening: he comes up quietly to the other side of the table, not sitting, but hovering awkwardly nearby.]

. . . You could just take it back up to your room and sleep there. I wouldn't recommend oatmeal in bed, though.

[Hello, nice to meet you, etc.]