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Ami ran down to the kitchen as fast as she could. Despite the strange "(:" face that accompanied the text, Ami wasn't about to ignore a text from one of the higher ups. Especially not when the mission was VERY IMPORTANT.

Responsible people didn't put things in caps for no reason after all!

"What's going on?" she said, arriving in the kitchen with Junpei summoned and everything. The sight that greeted her was absolutely bizarre. There was a rather ... colorful hunter with rubber boots and gloves on, with a pick-axe lying rather close to her.

What is even going on I don't-

Rep had been good so far at responding to mission texts and wasn't about to break that tradition because the one doing the texting was a woman. A woman he'd heard was completely ******** crazy. Though he had no idea how insane this meant, as far as he was concerned most of the people in Deus were crazy in their own way. He just had to remember not to eat any offered cookies, the warnings on twitter and in conversations with various people actually staying with him.

As he arrived at the kitchen, he entered with extreme caution, wary of yet another disastrous mission in the vein of the lair one. But no, it didn't look like there were any portals around, just a rather cute looking woman with rubber gloves and boots on..and a helmet..and a pickaxe.

Was she a friend of Harrison?

He didn't ******** doubt she was a moon hunter.

He just stood quietly and waited, he wasn't one to go hunting for orders.

Once he finished reading the text Wilson began to doubt its legitimacy. He didn’t doubt it was a mission from Julie, but he really had to wonder what kind of mission in the kitchen had to be very important. Besides, wasn’t it still broken and under repairs…? Hmm. It made him stop and think for a moment before he decided to head for the kitchen. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

It seemed he was wrong. Narrowed eyes confusedly stared at the charcoaled remains of the area before he finally spotted Julie and a couple of the other trainees. His lips parted, ready to ask a question, but it never came out. Wilson just continued to eyeball the moon assistant, who had a helmet and…a pickaxe. He decided to ask questions later. Instead he walked toward Ami, smiling and waving at her. “Hey!”

Sydney was not going to admit to running. She was NOT. She was not going to admit that a kitchen emergency ranked high on her list of "things that must be dealt with."

But she was still a bit flushed, nonetheless as she stepped into the kitchen. She looked around, shoving her hair out of her face and seeing--

Yes, she knew that hair. Greeeeat. Anyone else that she knew? ANYONE? Wilson--was talking to the hair. There was the redheaded man that was consistently rude, and there was Cass! She liked Cass! She shot a smile at Cass as she moved in, waiting for her instructions.

The hallways of Deus Ex were home to many different sounds that resulted from the different types of footwear the hunters sported. On busy days it was a cacophony of thudding boots and sneakers sprinkled with the occasional slap-slap of flipflops. Why, just now there was the click-click of a huntress in high heels coming down the hallway.

The owner of the high heels made the mistake of coming into the kitchen.

Aria stopped, her gaze sweeping across the room to take in the state of the kitchen, Julie, the trainees, and what Julie was doing. She put two and two together and decided that Julie would have everything under her control.

Quickly, Aria gave a small wave towards Cass and Sydney - I really need to get to know those two more, she thought - before turning, sauntering out as if that was her entire intention all along.

"Ah see, ah see. Ah was always wonderin' what happened ta the kitchen an' Ah guess now we know. Do ya know who that girl is? The one wit' the helmet on?" Ofelia totally blew past his remark about standards, even if she was the one to bring it up. Getting Rep to talk to her without using too much of the word '********' was something of a goal of hers, even if she didn't quite realize it.

Or maybe Ofelia was just a masochist who enjoyed trolling people and pissing them off. It was really, really hard to tell sometimes.

"Do ya like ta cook, or jus' eat what's made fer ya? Yer from...er....well, not from 'round here yeah? Any kind of food ya prefer ta eat? Ah'm s**t wit' doin' much else, like regarding people's personal spaces, but Ah'm pretty decent in a kitchen. Mah aunt was the type that believed we needed ta be barefoot in 'em. Yer kinda like her in that regard Ah guess." Actually her aunt didn't really believed in wearing shoes in the house period, seeing as the floors were wood and she hated dirt being carried everywhere. Ofelia liked being barefoot or wearing her flip-flops everywhere anyway so it was more often than not a win/win for her. She was going to say something else when she caught sight of Aria out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, there went Aria - she's a nice lady. Let me read her fortune for her, didn' take mah cards from me. Ah wonder what she was doin' here if she jus' walked out."

Looking better, indeed. He gave Ami a wide, cheery smile. “Hm?” Wilson seemed curious as she leaned in to say something into his ears. “Julie? Um. To be honest I don’t really know. I think she’s trying to do something to the kitchen?” He didn’t sound too confident in his answer. Deep inside, he felt a twang of pity for Ami. This was the woman in charge of the moon division until the leader returned to the island, and even then the leader could be even crazier than Julie herself. It seemed to be a rather daunting possibility, but Allan and Simon was a rather nice example of this.

He spotted Sydney walking in and was about to wave her over. In fact, she was looking right in their direction—Oh, she walked away. Wilson stared at her curiously before returning his attention back to Ami. A couple others he knew also came in and oh, a special cameo by Aria before she disappeared again. Hmm. “I hope she doesn’t do anything too crazy this time,” he murmured. Then again, Julie seemed quite capable of outdoing herself again and again.