Haven: The Beginning

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

I nod focusing on cooking and tuning out the insistent calls from my ex. Finally dinners ready. Koffetie salad, hummus, boiled chicken with ginger sauce, and potato fritters. "Dinner" I call up the steps

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

There's a great fanfare of rattling and engine backfire as the definitive Lemon rolls its way up to the little group of buildings. Missing front or rear bumper, the car finally coughs to a stop, and Anna clambers her way out of the driver's seat. She knocks on the door to the building with the lights on, hiking backpack fastened across her torso."Sorry I'm late! Damn car broke down TWICE on the way out here!" She hollers through the door.

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Doors open dinners ready come on in" I holler sitting down at the table."

[Wylde]

And Wylde's off like a shot, bolting out the front door; Rocket can almost see her tail wagging, despite being in her human form. "People people people!" she shouts, jumping up and down a little in glee. "Who's here next?!"

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

"Well hi there!" She stumbles backward trying to avoid Wylde as she bolts up to her, "I'm Annanova, Genuine_Psychonaut online." She tenses slightly, struck silent for a brief moment at the sight of the woman in front of her. As red begins to creep up past the edges of her tanktop, Anna extends a hand.

[Wylde]

Wylde grabs her hand and shakes it vigorously. "I'm Wylde, I go by BadGrrl."

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

The door still ajar, the scent of dinner wafts out onto the porch and sets Anna's stomach on a sharp, familiar edge. "Ughhh god, I haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm so excited." She adjusts the weight of her hiking backpack, "plus I can't wait to get this off of me. Mind if we go in?"

[Wylde]

Wylde blinks. "Why did you drive with it on?" she wonders. "Anyway, come in. Rocket -- the vet -- made dinner. Oh! I have to get Snowball. Puppy. You know her. Back in a flash!" Without waiting for answers, the excited girl bounds up the stairs, pounding on the door to her own bedroom. "Dinner!"

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

"I didn't, I just had to walk it to the door! And it's pretty god damn heav-" Anna's foot catches on the threshold of the front door and, top-heavy from the bag, loses her balance. Before she can break her face against the flooring, her bag hitches in mid-air, and she slips out of the straps before shifting to let the bag fall again. "Ow..." she massages her forehead  as she makes her way to the dining room.

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Welcome, made it just in time for dinner we'll help you move in after but better to eat while it's hot." I smile at the girl helping myself to Koffotie

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

"You don't have to ask me twice," Anna chuckles "I'm starving." It's said metaphorically, but the way that her collarbone stick out, its likely literal as well. She makes her way to the kitchen to fix herself a plate. She forces herself to ask "Where can I get a plate?" rather than digging directly through the pots and pans on the stove like her instincts wanted.

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

Cupboard over the sink first shelf." I call from the table rubbing the joint of my prosthetic absent minded

[Annanova "Anna" Belic]

After a little, Anna comes out with food in hand and sits across the table from Rocket. "Hey. I'm Annanova, Genuine_Psychonaut." She takes her first bite and is audibly enjoying the meal. "This is really good. I'm happy to have a capable cook here!"

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Rocket." I smile glad someone likes my cooking before my cell rings again. Bastard I think. "What hanza? I sent you the paperwork now fuck off." I say into it before hanging up. "Sorry. Ex is a pain. How was your trip?"

[Snowball]

I've been in here too long, I think suddenly, noticing the smell of food. Do I go out? Will they be mad at me for staying in here? Will they be mad if I ask for food...? The anxiety boils up, and before I can think, I'm on all fours and pawing at the door, whining. I let out a sharp bark to ask for assistance.