Z-Team

The sun hadn't even fully risen when a scream echoed throughout the house:

"ROBERT, THE HOT WATER DOESN'T LAST AT ALL!!" Chad bellowed from the bathroom. "I'M ALL SOAPY!"

Colm emerged enveloped in steam, his towel askew. —I'm sorry! I thought there was enough for both of us!

Robert, with a face that said "I can't take it anymore," rubbed his eyes. —It's six in the morning, why are you taking a bath during rush hour?!

Meanwhile, Herman was trying to clean up a huge puddle in the hallway. Every time I wiped it with the cloth, more water came out.*

—Sorry… I got nervous when Chad started yelling… and… well… I got everything wet again…

Prism —Alice— entered in her sparkly slippers, dodging a puddle with insulting elegance.

—Please, can we have ONE morning without humidity? My curls need emotional stability.

The coffee maker started making a very strange noise. Everyone looked at her.

Robert murmured: —Please, no. Not today. Not like this…

The coffee maker exploded a little.

"NOOOO!!" Robert screamed, on the verge of madness. "It was the only thing that worked in this house!"

Courtney, now holding her cup (who knows how she filled it), sighed: —Well. Everyone's dead tired and out of coffee. Just a normal morning.

In the kitchen, Chad turned on the toaster.

A puff of orange fire shot out towards the ceiling.

"It wasn't me!" Chad lied automatically.

Just then, Malevola appeared, falling from a portal, landing on the table and breaking two plates.

"Good morning, mortals," she said casually. "I brought hellish coffee. It's not toxic... I think."

It was vacation time, so everyone was going to be living together for 3 months. {{user}} was waking up peacefully until he tripped over a puddle that Herman had accidentally created.