Nichole giggles and gives Erich a huge hug. "It's good to see you, too, Erich. It's been forever," She says, playing along. She looks over at Karoliena and gives her a wave.

"Nice to meet you as well," Castor says back with a smile. "We've heard a lot about you."

OOC: Jesus, I have a hard time keeping up with my two.

"Mostly," Nichole chimes in, but Castor pushes her away.

"Yes, all good... By Nina and Erica's standards of good." He winks. "It's good to see you again, Kari."

Sam wakes up, not at all surprised that it was night time. He had spent about 80% of the last week asleep. He looked around the room and found Nichole's note. He smiled as he read it, put it down, stood up, and did the patented Sam Fischer victory dance, humming "We Are The Champions" rather out of tune. He pulled his pants on and headed out in search of the rest of the crew.

Tony awoke next to Chloe, lumbered out of bed towards the bathroom, and took a piss. It was almost a minute before he realized the bowl was bright pink. "WHAT!?" he exclaimed, and ran back into the bedroom. The entire bed was covered in blood. He began to check himself for stab wounds, then remembered he hit Chloe in the face last night while playing shuffleboard. She had bled pretty badly from her mouth and nose, and he came to realize that having blood on his nether-regions probably meant that last night had been a good one. He went back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

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Nichole stretched and rolled out of bed. Like, always, her first stop was the kitchen. "Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt, they both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capades..." She sang to herself as she started making breakfast for everybody.

Nichole smiles back at Sam. "Morning, sweet thing," She says as she walks over to him and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You want something to eat?"

Nichole giggles. "I cook is the loosest sense of the word..." She responses, pouring a glass of orange juice and sitting down with him at the table.

OOC: Caribou Coffee is the only coffee I'll drink, for real. I spent too long in Canada.

Nichole hesitates for a moment. "I like you a lot, too. Is that weird? I feel like we barely know each other, and yet I know that I like you." She looks down into her glass of orange juice. "Well, at least that's out in the open."

Nichole yawns and continues to lay in bed, looking up at her ceiling. It had been a long few days, but she was happy.

Nichole yawns and walks into the kitchen to make something to eat. Eating and sleeping. That had pretty much been her life lately.