Saturday Morning In Titans Tower

[superpowerboy]

Some people get up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons or exercise. Others like to sleep in until noon or later. Tim is neither of those people. He woke up early simply because he did not need as much sleep. And after some flying to soak up the morning sun, the clone Titan has made his way to the kitchen. Tim doesn't need to eat but he knows it makes things easier for him and has enjoyed sampling new flavors.

He's currently frowning at the toaster while holding a frozen waffle in one hand and the box of waffles in the other. After a few moments of reading the instructions, he looks between the toaster and the waffle several times before putting it in the slot and carefully pressing down on the tab. Taking another waffle from the box, his eyes flash red and he begins to cook that one with his heat vision.

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[runs_deep]

One of the sorts that likes to sleep late, Ilya has just recently dragged himself from his pool and dressed. Dressing for the merman though is a subjective thing, which means that when he wanders into the kitchen, all he wears is a pair of pajama pants slung low off his hips. He was dressed. See?

Wandering in, Ilya offers Tim a bit of an odd look as he stands there blasting waffles in front of the toaster, but doesn't ask any questions. Instead he goes for the juice, pouring himself a glass before he turns around and idly remarks "Y'know.. those are great if you make a sandwich out of them with peanut butter and jelly."

[runs_deep]

Laughing now, Ilya pulls away from Tim enough to fetch his waffle. "Power Boy is indeed a powerful name, just like my name of Tremor is powerful. I am speaking of your personal name. My name is Surat Sikh Ilya. Surat is the name of the city where I was born, and Sikh is my father's name." he glances over his shoulder as he spreads peanut butter to look to Tim, "See how you need more of a name than just.. Tim."

[sanguinarian]

It was morning, the warmth of sunlight filtered through the opaque layers of her outer flesh. She could not feel it as she normally would, could not enjoy it fully. How these humans endured such restrictive forms was beyond her, but it seemed to make them more at ease if she retained it.

She stretched, more than should be allowed by her form, but she languished in it. Quickly returning to her normal emulated proportions she chose a dress for the day and combed her hair. Black waves bounced up to their programed shape and she looked as though she just stepped off the set of a 1940's movie, alive and in color.

Vivian Paige bounced down the hall to the kitchen, she could ingest the food these humans ate and some of it had enjoyable flavors but it would not sustain her for prolonged periods. For that she would need...other sustenance. Still the smell of something delicious reached her, filtering through her skin to the receptors within, each molecule studies and had she had salivary glands her emulated mouth would be watering.

"Well, Good morning boys, did I miss the grub?"

[superpowerboy]

"I prefer Ilya," Tim corrected.

He just stared at Penny's morph for a moment, unsure of how to react. "Hello, Penny," he eventually replied. "What should we not stop?" he asked, glancing to Ilya to see if he had an answer.