[Klayko]

Connor, as a means of compensation, was given ward over the half house of which many basically had no other choice but to live. It wasn't like he didn't have skills of which to land a job out among the misty town known as Mysty Cove. It was just the fact that his skills required him to not be heavily pregnant and guess what? That's exactly what he was, so on most days, asides from checking in on the individuals that were on heavy bed rest, some carrying double the amount of what he was dealing with, he would be busy trying to read up on every news article that depicted the fog and this mysterious ailment plaguing everyone as a result. As his stomach growled however, Connor knew it was time for him to eat something. He sighed as he eased away from his computer, rising up and waddling out the room in a form of embarrassment. He really hated having to move around like this, but what good was it? Everyone to some degree was doing the same walk as he was, one hand in front of the large belly and another behind their back for support. Only for him, he had to get down the stairs, which was easy. Getting back up them was another story.

"How's the evening treating you all," he asked those that were present in the spacious dining room and kitchen. Some had put their baking skills to solid use, making various cookies and other healthy snacks. Connor opened the fridge to pour himself cold glass of tea while also having a few snacks and naturally mingling with everyone else. Of course, like him, some were working away on computers of their own, trying to find a way out of this place. It had practically become a mini café at this point, which made him chuckle to some degree.