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"Um, Goshujin-sama~" He's so adorable as a boil and so professional in playing his prince role, she wanted to give him a hug. The Asian girl didn't bother with intimacy when it came to hugging, she just hugged people she liked to express herself while sharing their warmth. She smiled sweetly at him before getting a carrot to work on.

Mismy 's thumb up wasn't missed acutally, she shoved her head out to smile back but then eye-squinted at Robert, watching him picked up a peeled carrot and threw towards- her new friend. "R-!" Before the puff-cheek girl would scold him, he sneaked away. Fun is alright, but food wastage isn't.

The raging sound drew her attention back and she was startled to find out Edgar pointing his sword at Mimsy. "Mimsy! Oh no! It's not Mimsy, she won't do that, please don't!" She tugged his clothes, pulling him back. "She's a close one of me, I know who did that and he's just naughty, so please forgive him?" She begged him with watery eyes, hoping he would forgive what Robert did.

On the other hand, she was glad Mimsy was mature enough to not fight back, the girl believed her Mimsy was as strong as Jordan Sensei if she wanted, well shown in the Wonderland. She never failed her bunny. The Death trainee followed the direction where the Life huntress walked to and found Robert wasting food again -

Wait. Is that -

Sensei?!

The Sun hunter was having a veggie fight with the Life hunter. The girl was surprised to find out how childish the two were that she needed to cover her widely opened mouth. One minutes later, she closed her mouth and calmed down, thinking a perfect excuse for Jordan. Yes, he's a Sun hunter, it's allowed for him to enjoy some relaxed moment from the stressful job. But not Robert. She glared at the Life hunter, no candies for him after this mission.

To record his evidence of crime, she picked out her phone slowly and pressed the record button. Oh Mimsy joined the fun too, she wasn't surprised either, she knew she had her own sense of humor. The girl giggled lightly at the ongoing improvisation which ended with Jordan's comedic run away. She burst into laughter, eyes became two arcs of curve.

"That was fun, right?" She didn't forgot her new friend, still giggling.


Carrot peeled: 6
Roll: 1/6
Total carrots peeled: 46/100





Total potatoes peeled: 62/100

Staying up late had always been an issue for Hanna. Logically, she understood why sleep was important. Even when she was in the midst of staying up too late, she would think to herself how stupid it was. And yet... three hours later, bleary eyed and trembly, she would finally pass out face down on her bed, just shy of sunrise.

And what monumentally important thing had she been doing last night? Surely, something useful to her current failure as a hunter, or maybe even something productive to organizing her mess of a bedroom.

No. Hanna was trying to learn origami. Because, knowledge? Who could say. It had earned her more paper cuts than anything else. In the end, she managed to successful produce some shapes that were vaguely smooshy birds. It had wasted a lot of paper, but now that Hanna knew she wouldn't be grilled about journaling her training she wasn't so concerned.

Unfortunately, her late night meant she didn't even notice the text message waiting on her phone until it was something like 9AM. Terrified, Hanna stumbled out of bed, falling face first onto the rough carpet. More experienced hunters would not have been so stirred by a non-urgent mission announcement, but Hanna was more or less chomping at the bit. Freaking titan clean up? She had zero experience with them and so this had Glorious Learning Experience tattooed all over it.

Throwing on mostly clean clothes and pulling her short hair into two mini pigtails, Hanna hustled over to the field as quickly as she could -- which was just in time to see crates of bananas thrown on the ground.

Um, what?

"I have been bamboozled?" she said, a whine slipping into her voice.

Others had come up with much better things to do. It looked like two boys were sparring, or playing tag? One of the two, who could say. Hanna looked left and right. Only a small number of people were actually working. Maybe this was... a test?

For lack of a better idea, Hanna grabbed a bundle of bananas, plopped down, and began peeling and people watching.

Bananas Peeled: 2

Suddenly the weight got heavier on the small girl and Noemi whined a little bit in protest.

"Milo....you are heavy...." And also Jack but she was too scared to say that. "Is this trainin' " She looked curiously towards the produce. She was from a farm so she assumed she could bust out the peelin' part.

Milo and Jack just needed too....get off.

Peeling bananas was boring.

Hanna peered over her shoulder, looking for other options. Though she had begun to build some friendships, the majority of her old crew of people had disappeared. It made her feel out of place in a way that she had hoped coming to Deus would finally change for her.

Her eyes lingered briefly on Rep standing off to the side. She knew his name from Twitter and other people's stories, but she had never actually interacted with him face to face. After a beat, she stared back down at the pile of banana peels in front of her.

Carefully, she flipped them upside down so that the peeled skin splayed out, pushing the hard brown nubs into the air. She carefully created a line of them in front of her and then smiled. Because it was Mario Kart.

Hanna briefly admired her work and then went back to peeling bananas.

Bananas Peeled: 2 + 4 + 2 = 8

Gale hadn't even started peeling any of the vegetables yet, and had just pulled a bin towards him to begin doing just that - but now stood up and made his way over to where the body lay, peering down at it with an expression of mingled disgust and wary curiosity.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, and knelt down beside it, attempting to get the cell phone out of their hands.

Solia had been looking outside and watching those in the training fields briefly when the body landed.


She went to go change the office's runic radio to play it's raining men.

Peyton gave an almighty shriek when the body landed with a loud crash on the crates of produce. It was startling more then horrifying, though it was certainly that as well. Wide, pale eyes stayed frozen on that headless corpse until some of the others began edging closer to check for any hint of clue that might tell them who it was or what had happened. Headless, there were so many unpleasant possibilities, but her most immediate concerns were accounted for One within view, the other not on the island.

Edging closer herself, she ruled out the other possibilities that left a cold knot in her stomach. Not the right coat, the right skin color, the right height.

Releasing a heavy breath, grimaced at Cami and her obvious distress, before turning a glance to Hanna, watching as she poked about the body, and after a second or two she knelt to do the same. Gingerly, she moved around to check the body for any other obvious injuries.

From behind Shiloh, a familiar voice that was most definitely not Ian's said,

"Ah. Glad to see you're still up and about, Mr. Parish."