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Six...cups of coffee..? Candace's eyes were wide as she stared at him. Six cups.

Well..she supposed it was better than six cups of booze.

Clarice stepped out of the pod room and whispered softly to her leader, who turned to Caelius and tilted his head in a silent shall you do it or will I gesture. The Death leader gave him a narrow look before turning to glare at the trainees, "The senior, more capable hunters, will be leaving now on a mission. It's time for all of you to prove your promotion is more than just a new coat." His expression and tone were nice a combination of obviously thinking they were going to ******** this up while at the same time threatening the group with unspoken consequences should they fail him in this.

Basically he was already thinking of all the s**t he would be putting them through once they returned.

The doctor simply nodded along, admired the cut on several of the ladies' uniforms, before adding, "As intermediate trainees, you'll be in charge, so do avoid letting the kids run wild, though it would be best to avoid a mutiny as well. Power has a balance, you know."

The blonde assistant's head popped out of the room again, and whispered to H. He smiled and continued, "Right, we're off."

Caelius waited until the Life leader was through the door before following. This was possibly an age before beauty thing, or a reluctance to show the doctor his back. But more likely he just wanted a few extra moments to glare at the trainees, as if he could force them into being reliably competent through sheer will and intimidation alone.

"I'm glad you're getting good use out of that coffee machine, Jerry. I felt like it might have been a..needed..installment.." she grinned, glad to know her hunch had paid off. Though it seemed Marcus was a bit..fussy. She looked up at him with a slightly furrowed brow, but kept her hands to herself.

"I'll start a pot for you when we get back." she offered, then fell silent when Caelius began to speak.


.....

Responsibility.

It took a moment for this to settle in, but she tried to not look to excited about having such responsibility on her plate, eyes dilating excitedly in betrayal of her inner thoughts, however. "Yessir!" she said, pondering if she should have saluted, but instead figured just acknowledging his words was the best she should do. Caelius was..particular about the habits of the trainees, she'd noticed.

Still.....

Cass looked to Candace and gave her a thumbs-up, before looking to Before, who seemed uncomfortable in his new coat. She seemed to mull about it for a moment. Hmmm.

"Well....... what do we do first?" she asked, moving to link her arm into Marcus's.

He wasn't sure if he'd heard them correctly.

"They're leaving us in charge?" Gale murmured, mostly to himself, but since it was spoken aloud, anyone around him was likely to hear it. He reached a hand up, absently rubbing the back of his neck as he watched the senior hunters disappear one by one into the room beyond, Caelius trailing behind. The Death Hunter was the last one to leave - but not before he'd given them all a look that clearly said Do anything stupid and I'll kill you.

There were somewhere between forty and fifty hunters on the island, Gale surmised - or rather, between forty and fifty trainees - which meant that out of them, these few were the highest ranking of them, the ones that had been promoted.

<< A scary thought. >>

Hush, you.

"Maybe we should divide up into our divisions," suggested Gale, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Sort of...get ourselves acquainted a bit with who we'll be working with in our own divisions."

"Well, I didn't mean reintroduce ourselves or anything," replied Gale. "I mean, I know Ariane and Jude are both recently promoted as well - I just meant with the rest of the trainees in our divisions; let them know their superiors are gone and we're in charge."

He pushed his hair away from his head, quirking a brow, but said nothing more. It was a basic step, perhaps, but informing the newer trainees seemed rather important anyway - just in case.

Gale's eyes flickered towards Jude and Ariane briefly - the other two death hunters besides himself - before he settled back against the wall he was leaning on.

"Ah, okay. That makes sense." It took everything Candace had not to turn around to Cass and go 'by the way the leaders and hunters are gone'. Somehow she didn't think Gale would find that amusing. Uptight little Chipmunk. "Yeah, a bad id--"

"NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME!"

The outburst startled Candace into laughter, doubling over and snorting. "Wh-what the hell, Jerry!"

"Excited...Yes we'll go with that." Between feeling like he was being robbed of everything due to 'withdrawals' and dealing with this strange longing for a life at sea Jude found that he was rather depressed about things lately. More than he was before. He reached up and rubbed at the left part of his chest to make the uncomfortable ache go away before he fell silent again and turned his eyes toward the superiors as they spoke.

Apparently they had been left in charge.

He looked around at the others to see their reactions before Jerry's sudden outburst caused him to physically jump a bit as he stared over at his rather excitable friend, "...Perfect time?"

Should he be worried? Was Jerry going to start a sudden Moreau-style experiment on the island? Was he going to turn them all into Jew-imals?

Jude's imagination just suddenly ran off with him and Yom uttered a sigh.

"P-Perfect time for what?" He asked with his eyebrow raising.

Gather people together? What...for...

...His guitar.

Candace stared for a long time.

"I shouldn't have gotten him a guitar..." She knew exactly what he was up to. Candace's first instinct was to run. She should run. It was every trainee for themselves; she had already told Jerry she didn't sing.