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Those still in pods, walking through the fairgrounds of Halloween, would hear a soft, possibly familiar voice using them to deposit their gains into the nearest transfer portal, find a secluded area, and wake-up. There is a new mission, wake-up.

For those awake and about on the island, a text message was waiting.



Those waking up or arriving to the room are greeted by the sight of the Life Assistant, bearing a clipboard and writing aggressively on a white board that had been set up in the pod room. At her side, Dwight fussed and made comments on how if she would only give him an hour or two he could set up a much more impressive demonstration for them because some of these trainees really needed pictures to really get the message across...

The blonde woman added a few smiley and frowny faces to the board, and gave the other hunter an expectant look, eyebrows raised.

"Not really what I..."

She drew another frowny face, this one pointedly staring at Dwight. Judging him. Disapproving of the words that what were coming out of his mouth. Clarice then gave him a matching one, and so he mimed zipping his mouth and went to sit attentively in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs that had been dragged in for this little briefing.

Upon her arrival in the pod room, Mimsy noticed an unfamiliar face. It seemed a logical conclusion that this might be the 'Clarice' behind the message, but inquiring about her identity to gain certainty on the matter now was a ridiculous, novice move. She would figure it out at some point, she was sure.

The person she was greeted by, however, was disappointingly familiar.

She stared pointedly at Dwight with a frown. Judging him. Disapproving of his existence within five feet of her.

She moved to make it six.

Kostya coughed, stirring in his pod. At least he was no longer a mermaid, he supposed. That was always good. He pushed the lid of his pod open, crawling out.

It had only been a few days, but the Russian felt...stale. Like a book left out, or the dusty inside of a car.

He shuffled to a plastic chair, eyes on the floor, not noticing anyone-- but, uh.

Konstantin DID check to make sure he hadn't brought any glitter back with him. That would've been mortifying.

Mimsy thought she heard something, but sarcastically remembered that subhuman shitparticles could not actually speak, so she brushed it off as a figment of her imagination. Probably Svensyl.

<What? I didn-->

She tried to mentally recite as many digits of pi as she could to drown him out. Everyone out. Everyone that insisted on being terrible, at least.

Sasha poured herself into the room.

She didn't look happy. In fact, she looked like she was doing her best to hold back tears.

All the time.

She promptly walked along the nearest wall, doing her best to blend in. There was a blood-red rose clutched in her hand - and yes, she was talking to it.

Wilson silently walked into the room, one hand behind his neck. He had done alright during the festival, though not as great as he would have liked. It had been an interesting experience, at least. It wasn’t everyday he could go to Halloween and not be expected to fight somehow. Such excursions were beneficial. He curiously eyed the other occupants in the room while he rolled his neck. His gaze lingered on Ami briefly before he decided to hang near a wall and a decent distance away from the Life trainee. It took the trainee another moment to recognize the Life assistant. It had felt like such a long time since he last saw Clarice.

Blinking, he looked around for a certain sun hunter. Softly and sarcastically, he called, “Oh, dear sister~?”

Ofelia was happy, happy, happy. She'd managed to get three minipets and she got to see Before in a golem form. There were also hugs and other things and now a -mission-.

Life was hella good.

Thanks, once again, went to Regal for Lex making the meeting fully dressed and groomed. Having a screeching Gryphon in one's head at 6AM every morning made for a great, and horribly awful alarm clock. He was finishing off a granola bar as he walked in, taking note of the people in the room.

He only knew Ami.

There were mostly girls in the room.

Stay classy.

Assuming that the woman in front was the one who'd organized the meeting, Lex pocketed the wrapper of his breakfast and walked up to her, offering a hand and a charming smile. "Alexei Jamil, Life division. You must be Clarice."

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