A morning for coffee -Open-

[William Harvey]

William decided that it was a good day to go out for a drink. He had spent a considerable amount of time stuck in the school lately. Either because he was busy stressing over some of the young meta humans at the school or he was busy stressing over other trivial things. Such as loosing his glasses. This morning William had done just that and it had aggravated him to no end. After all who looses their glasses after just having taken them off? William had decided to make some breakfast this morning and he felt that making toast and eggs didn't require the aide of two little glass squares in a wire frame. So what did he do? Well naturally the man had taken them off, but the odd thing was, though he remembered taking them off he couldn't remember where. It wasn't something that he noticed until he had set down his plate of food onto the table. He had felt the impulse to put them back on and he couldn't find them on the counter.

So he decided to search around the kitchen for a while, much to no avail and that led him to looking through his bedroom just in case he had mistaken his actions this morning. However he could not find them for the life of him and it wasn't until he was at the point of ripping out his hair that he actually thought of something reasonable. Summoning them. Why was he busy running around for the blasted things when he could just summon them?

So he did of course and was thoroughly upset when he noticed how cold the wire felt against his skin. As if they had been in the refrigerator. He had stared at the glasses for a minute before he decided to send them back to their original place and go over to the hiding place in question. And lo and behold upon opening the door he saw them sitting there in the fridge, atop the case of grapes.

The whole situation left him rather flustered and he scratched his head thinking that he was going crazy. He resolved that he would go back to wearing contacts after today. After all looking around for a pair of glasses that he displaced was just stupid. Sure there was an easy solution but William wasn't really the kind of person who wanted to sit there and summon everything, it made him feel lazy.

Needless to say after all of that, poor William felt the need for some coffee. So he picked up his jacket and his keys and decided to go out to the local cafe and pick up some coffee and maybe a nice little treat. Ah yes, he could go for some food right about now couldn't he? Maybe a nice little muffin or something. Ah, yes a chocolate muffin.

By the time he got to the cafe the sky looked rather pleasant, the sun was shining from behind the light cloud cover. It was actually feeling like spring and he enjoyed that. It brought up his mood and made him want to smile. Upon entering the little cafe, he looked around seeing that it was pretty much empty aside from a select few people, someone on a laptop, some people in line and a few people strewn around sipping coffee. William walked over to an empty counter and ordered a strong black coffee and a chocolate muffin. He got his order and sat down at a booth next to the window.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason!attire

A month or so ago, Mason would be caught dead going out for a jog so early in the morning. The lazy bum that he is, his definition of an early morning exercise would be getting up from his bed, stretching his arms and legs out for less than a minute, then going down to prepare breakfast for him and his brother. If it was a school day, then he’d be off by six; if it was the weekend, he’d probably go back to sleep and wake up at around one or two to eat a lunch then begin marking papers. He was lucky his powers involved so much protein synthesis that no matter how hard he bums out, he doesn’t get as big as most people.

But as it was, exactly a month ago Mason made a deal with Ella. Tired of being teased so much by his junior, he vowed that he’d bulk up within six weeks; he’d have to treat her out to dinner if he fails. It seemed so easy back then anyway, considering how many ‘six-week diets’ he’s seen on the internet. What he didn’t expect was the drastic change in lifestyle he should have in order to achieve his goal.

As his brother was visibly elated with Mason’s decision (he’s been pushing him to shed those pounds off since forever), he spared no time in asking his lifestyle-section officemates on tips for the man’s workout regime. From a diverse spread of food choices, Mason suddenly found himself eating nothing chicken breasts and other protein-laden items, as well as being forced to visit the gym (may it be the school gym or the private one ‘downtown’) at least thrice a week.

It was hard during the first two weeks, as laziness is not an easy obstacle to overcome, but when the third week kicked it, it slowly became more natural to him. Even without his brother, he’d go to the gym or stop by Flo’s yoga class and all that. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of himself really.


He had just finished his morning jog when he stumbled upon the coffee shop where he and Ella made the bet. He wasn’t planning on buying anything from the café, but as the smells reached his nose, his body just growled and urged him to purchase a cup. Promptly wiping his sweat away in an effort to make himself look presentable, he entered the said store and bought himself a cup of earl grey tea with just a shot of vanilla to taste, as well as a cinnamon roll (he knew he shouldn’t be eating sweets, but he’s been working himself out so much lately, he figures a little treat wouldn’t hurt).

He was about to go out and sit on the outdoor chairs, but then a familiar figure caught his eye. He’s a Hammel staff too right? he asked himself. Grinning as wide as he can, he promptly walked over the man and beamed, “You work at Hammel too right? I’m Mason. Mind if I take this seat?” He’s not really this extroverted, but given his change in lifestyle, a change in attitude wouldn’t hurt much right? “Have you tried their apple fritters? They’re delicious.”

He just hopes the man really does work for Hammel.

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It's a little crappy, I'm sorry. D;.
- Jam