John had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. He had slept sound and was not woken either by the light nor the sounds eminating from the house. He did awake though when he smelled food. The tea is what realy got him up. He loved a good cup of tea. His mouth began to water, and a bit of drool fell down his cheek before he was fully aware of what was going on.

John sat up in the chair. Feeling the dampness on his cheek, he wiped away the drool. "Mmm, smells good, is there any more," John asked as he wiped the morning gunk from his eyes.

Alex looked up at Aliazabel with a smile and sat back again
he was having the strangst feeling like the house was about to cave in on him pressure from every angel seemed to build whenever he tried to figure out how to win this game as if no couldnt be he shrugged off the feeling
"im going to make Aine a coffee and take it up be back in a bit"
he said sitting up and sliding the rule book into his back pocket

Aliazabel nodded to Alex and looked over at John as he woke up. "Heh," she laughed, seeing his mild confusion. "Yes there is some left, come into the kitchen and I'll pour you some and make us some food. I'm starving. Always have a cup of tea before breakfast, gets your appetite up.".

They padded into the kitchen passing Alex on his way upstairs. Alaizabel was struck at how normal everything was. The house showed no signs of damage. All the turmoil caused by the gravity switch was erased by the sunlight. Here they were drinking tea and making a meal, with no mention of the Griffon or strange cogs and gears in the basement, the tardis like war room, or the labyrinthian library, and that clock...

The pan hissed as Alaizabel broke the eggs into it, and from under the grill difted the smells of bacon and sausage, hashbrowns... The smokey, slightly fishy smell of lapsang souchong mingled with the mouthwatering smells, and Alaizabel handed John a cup of the fierce black liquid, followed shortly by a nice All Day Breakfast. She sat down at the island table with him, pouring ketchup and brown sauce over everything. She poured more tea. She looked across at John, who was just taking a sip of tea.

"And to think... in just a few hours, it will start again," Alaizabel murmured, causing John to take on a thoughtful expression. "I don't know how I feel about that fact. Excited, I guess... Yes, I think I know... Excited about the game, guilty because it's causing the others so much trouble. Is it causing you trouble? Is it... causing me trouble?". She looked down at her bruised leg. But it was healing extremely quickly. The game couldn't be that bad if it healed her quickly. John was still quiet. He struck her now as a very stoic character, a guy of few words, but also a comforting presence. Alaizabel pushed her plate to one side and hunkered down, elbows and chin touching the work surface, an unsettled pout on her lips, staring at a spot on the table. There was something sinister about the Game, about this house, but what was scaring Alaizabel the most was her own feelings of enjoyment and entrancement. Was she still herself? Or was she slipping under the Game's control?

Stumbling out of bed, Apate had the mild and passing thought of concern for Aine, then the need to go and find something to eat. Her sister was probably still asleep- lazy bum- but Aine would surely be in desperate need of caffeine. The girl was an addict, and if Apate was right- and she normally was when in came to her sister- she would have had another nightmare.

It was funny, Apate thought, stumbling out of bed and pulling on a black and white polka-dotted ruffled miniskirt and a neon green henley. As badly as Apate treated Aine, she knew her better than almost anybody- with the exception of Alaizabel and Alex and John.

Stalking out of her room, she came face to face with Alex, and she chuckled mildly. "Going to wake the beast, are we?"

As John took of a sip of the tea his face squirmed. The tea was a bit too strong for his liking. It wasn't so much that it was just too bitter, since he liked coffee, but he had a certian taste he liked. He poured a few teaspoons of sugar into his cup. He took another sip, and it was better. He let out a sigh, showing he was pleased with the tea.

John wrinked his brows,and squinted his eyes. His face looked funny, but he was just trying to loosen his face up. His arm sweeping across his face, wiping the gunk out of his eyes. "At a time like this there is only one thing to do," John said in a serious manner. He slammed his head down on the table, creating a loud thump and shaking the table. "This, this right here, the pain, much easier to deal with than what is bigger than we are," John explained, pointing to his head which was still face down on the table, "now, example aside, it is not our place to fully understand it but to go along for now, or untill something changes, which is bound to happen." John sat back up, his forehead red from the impact. He rubbed is palm vigoursly on his forehead, soothing the pain. He took another sip of tea.

Alex looked blankly at Apate
"im going to wake Aine" he said dryly then with the hint of a smile
"the beast is already awake and your standing in his way"
turning to his side back against the wall he waited for Apate to walk by
"coffee is still on help yourself i know you like a cup in the morning"
he walked down the corridor towards Aines room nudging open the door with his foot he was surprised to not find her in bed even more surprising was that the bed had been made ....no wait it hadn't been slept in???