The loft

Riley cracked her eyes open and sat up, running her hands ferociously through her short-cropped, dark hair. She groped out for her glasses on the bedside table and rolled off her bed, squinting through her broken blinds into the too-bright, white light of the winter morning outside.

Markus was likely still snoozing in the room next to hers, and Riley let him do so for a while longer as she slipped into her clothes for the next day. Black slacks and business socks on, she groped around and eventually located a red sleeveless turtleneck, forgetting to take her glasses off as she yanked it messily on over her head. Once she emerged from the article of clothing she took her glasses off, rubbed the bridge of her nose, then cleaned them on her shirt as she exited her room.

Their enormous, airy loft greeted her, and she smiled at the sight of it. It had cost a pretty penny to rent this, especially in the heart of the city, but it was worth it. Plus, after their last few missions they weren't exactly hard-up for cash. Riley wandered over to the kitchen, which was out in the open rather than a separate room, and started to cook up breakfast.

((To those who feel like joining: the loft is open to anyone who wants to live in it. It might be easier if our characters are room mates so they can discuss missions quickly.))

Paige's dark brown eyes fluttered open to her Brookstone gentle waking alarm system. The soothing yet energizing sounds of The Four Seasons (Le Quattro Stagioni) Opt 8-Concerto No. 2 for Violin and String Quartet started to play ever so quietly, steadily rising in volume. The light from her alarm clock steadily grew brighter as well, coaxing her out of her deep sleep. Its not fair to say Paige wasn't a 'morning person', she was actually quite fond of the mornings. However, she despised the waking process, the jarring experience of moving from one peacefulness to something...well not quite as peaceful, reality.

She allowed the song to play in its entirety, giving herself time to stretch and steady her mind for today's tasks. Once stretched and fairly certain she wasn't going to fall back asleep she stood and opened the shades to the over sized windows beside her bed. The morning light assaulted the darkness of the bedroom, along with Paige's eyes. She let out a hiss like a vampire in the night before darting off to the more gentle light of the bathroom stationed beside her room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and other delicious breakfast material snapped her out of her foul disposition.

She had to hop to it if she wanted to make sure she got a fresh plate. A quick hot shower, another song of Merengue Electronico by Omega and it wasn't long before Paige was hopping down the stairs and into the kitchen, humming to the beat of the song. She snatched up the closest and freshest looking plate of food and seated herself on the counter.

"So, whats up, Doc?" She mumbled through chewing her food.