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After thanking Jordan senpai for locating the coffee, the petite girl squished herself through the gap between the hunters and finally got to the coffee corner. She looked at the cups set there and tilted head, but she couldn't find any bigger size. So she poured a 2/3 cup and picked up the sugar cubes. "1, 2, 3......" How many should she add? She recalled that Robert said he wanted LOTS of sugar, so she continued to drop the sugar cubes into the cup until they formed a little hill.

The girl didn't answer, instead she walked unstably in a horizontal line and put it into a tray. Now the foods. The Death trainee stared at the foods on the table, and started sweeping some from each dishes onto the plate. When she filled up one plate, she got another one. Weird egg sticks, rolls of bacon, sausages, tomato, some vegetables, some table spoons of Baked Beans, mushrooms on one plate; croissants, toasts with some jam-like sauces she didn't know, harsh brown, fried chips and several butter buns on another, and a tower of pancakes. She didn't forget the desserts, different kinds of cakes, muffins, waffles with fresh fruits, and two bowls of cereals and salad.

When she picked it up, the glass utensils shivered with sound. She hoped it would be enough for Robert -and Mimsy. She nearly fell when she made her first step but managed to regain the balance shortly. With each step she made, the cups and saucers vibrated in a small magnitude.

Hope no one will be unlucky and block her way.

She stared at her tray and moved very very slowly.

<...Who told you to get that many....> She heard a long sigh.

It was a bit heavy for her.

Nio Love

Shu pouted: Robert, stay there, I can do it :T

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Let you know what dumb things she is doing XD

Well, that was all unexpected. And it couldn't be good that the pods were having issues. Could be worse though, all the candidates could be dead instead of just awake. That would have been rather sad (though Sherry doubted anyone would have been told much about it if that happened).

Babysitting? Paid even? Hrm. That wouldn't be too bad. The chance to help someone out and make a new friend. She might just have time to spare, even. I bet I could even get Jake to help out. He likes helping, even if he won't admit it. Yes. She might just have to--

A blonde wandered in with the group, looking confused as anyone could (and should) be in such a situation. A very familiar blonde. Why, slap a Rabbit Class outfit on that girl and she'd be the spitting image of the puppet Sherry had killed in the dream.

Gently as she could, she shrugged Jake off of her shoulder. "Wait right here." She wasn't even sure he'd wake up, It could be hard to tell with him.

Then she got up and walked right over the to the blonde. "Um. Hello," she said smiling.

What should she say next? Was 'I think I killed you' too abrupt?

Peyton had the grace to look embarrassed, but the soft smile never faded. "Sorry. I honestly thought everyone already knew."The hand not currently tangled with Noah's lifted up to curl around the back of Maebe's neck so she could offer a gentle one armed squeeze before H arrived with a series of new faces and began talking to them.

At first Peyton was only listening with about half her attention, but at the word 'un-bonded' she looked up with a frown. That was right. It shouldn't even have been possible. Without weapons...

And then she saw her, the tiny blonde standing within the group of other weaponless trainees near H, and the Sun froze. Eyes wide, a tension singing through her shoulders and down her hand into her arm, she stared down at that painfully familiar face before both Maebe and Noah's comments and questions sank home. "They shouldn't be able to," she offered Noah, voice hollow.

Maebe's kiss to her cheek garnered only the faintest reaction. A small turn of her head, the flicker of a tiny smile as the other girl made her leave, and then Peyton was rising to her feet, hand still wrapped tightly around Noah's. "It can't be." Murmured more to herself, than to him, and she started down the bleaches, carefully at first, but by the time she hit the last few rows she was in a rush.

The closer she got the worst she felt, because the more sure she was that she was staring at her sister, and that just couldn't be true. "Astrid!?" Please don't look. Please don't be here. Please don't be here, like this. At all.

Noah tried to keep the relief from showing on his face as Maebe left. The fact that he was relieved at all was a little guilt-inducing in and of itself, and it would be even more embarrassing if either Peyton or Maebe caught him. But Peyton seemed distracted now, and Noah peeked at her face in an effort to figure out what had her suddenly and intently focused.

He followed as she got up. She'd seen something. Or someone. As they reached the group, he hand tightened on his almost painfully, and he looked from her face to the girl she was staring at. Did they ... look alike? He blinked and looked back, then again. "Do you know her?" he asked Peyton quietly. He had a hunch, but he wasn't going to assume.

When he'd woken that morning, Harland was pretty sure he was never going to want to sleep again: his muscles were sore, and he remembered something about rabbit holes or screens. He didn't ever play video games, it was an entirely unfamiliar sight for the Irish-American Hunter. "Pian i mo ceann orm...
" he muttered to himself, as he pushed off his bed to the sound of the intercoms directing them to the gym.

He had clearly dozed off, because when he woke back up, the Death Hunter had to determine what he'd missed, and what he'd missed was apparently a slew of pod malfunctions and some newly awoken Hunters. Off to the side, he spotted Ian-- and Alistaire-- and he was about to wave or go over and greet them when he realized the sight of them together was vastly confusing. Were they related? How did they know each other?

Either way, instead of doing anything, the man was immobilized by confusion and was taking a long time to process his environment. He could be pretty slow after all.

☆≼Keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep again-- we have a new friend,≽ Coyote teased him, only slightly rudely.

Harland looked up, searching for whoever Coyote'd spotted.

For a second, Harland looked like a startled buck about to flee, but then his smile bloomed right across his face, and the freckled Death Hunter cheered right up. "Could be worse, I guess-- not much babysittin' required if I stay out of the way, though," he suggested.

He was very obviously grateful for the company. "Harland Leander Belle," he introduced himself, extending one tan hand smiling. "Pleased to make your acquaintance," he added. His accent, as per usual, was the mutt amalgamation of a life split between Ireland and texas-- it seemed to default to the former, when in doubt.

"Nice handshake," Harland added, tipping a proverbial hat. He was, in fact, wearing an actual cowboy hat strung around his neck, but it was not currently on his head. For some reason. "Originally, Connemara; is baolach, haven't been home in years. Da was from somewhere in Texas, and I've lived in the US these past some years. So I guess I'm a mutt," he said, with a smile and a shrug.

"How's about you, where d'you hail from?" Harland asked, then looked around the room with a sweeping glance.

"Looks like all the new ones're bein' taken care of, maybe there's not much for us to do after all," he said. "Not sure I'd be much help with guidin' 'em anyway; took me ages to find where to do the washin that wasn't in a sink," he admitted, a little sheepishly, blushing.