#tchastarter

In exchange for feeling so anxious, she had been drinking tea like it was about to go out of style. It had become such a common occurrence for Belle to have a mug of tea in her hands that earlier in the week a nurse had stopped to check on her because she was seen without one. After her morning walk out in the gardens, Belle made her way into the kitchen where she put a kettle of water on the stove for a cup, and leaned against the counter as the water began to boil, reading a worn out copy of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.

“Aliens are real, motherfucker.” Felicia shouted from the kitchen with a bowl on her head as she tried to manipulate some tin foil in her hand. See, things had gotten boring around the asylum and Felicia was tired of the monotonous dreary days that passed slowly. “I’m going to communicate with them or be committed to a more interesting hospital. Either way, I’d be happy.”

“I suspect that low-carb diets work not because they are healthier, but because without carbs i simply lose the will to eat.”

“Okay, this ... this is definitely not the way to the kitchen.” Lottie grumbled, frustrated, as she still struggled to navigate her way through the building. “All I wanted was a cup of -- hey!” She was cut off mid-sentence when someone bumped into her, nearly knocking her back into the wall. “Would you watch where you’re goin’?!”

Seph laid on the couch in the rec room, buried beneath a thick blanket she’d brought out from her room. In spite of the sweltering heat and suffocating humidity, the redhead was freezing -- something she attributed to her delicate state. Grumbling to herself, she flicked through the channels aimlessly, more to keep her hands busy than to actually find something entertaining to occupy her time.

“Holy shit, what?” Banzai had fallen asleep in a chair in the rec room, the sound of someone moving around waking him up, “Huh...oh, hi,”