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To be honest, while Eva did have most of her memories from last week, she didn't pick out anything that was too...well, strange for her (as sad as that was). From what she could remember, she had just been a great deal more enthusiastic and touchy-feely than usual, but there hadn't been anything particularly odd from what she could remembe--

--why did the image of roasting marshmallows with Reine and Caelius just flash though her mind? Where in God's name had that come from?

Well, she could worry about that later. Right now, she had a debriefing to rush to. Finishing off the last of her breakfast, Eva hurried towards the classroom struggling to get her arm through her coat's sleeve all the while. By the time she got to the room, she was still struggling, the coat only half-on. Still, the young woman's face was bright and cheerful even as she stumbled into the classroom. "Good morning, everyone! How are you all doing today?"

More people started coming into the room, some that Tedan knew better than others. He flashed Wilson a quick grin and waved at Jerry too, though he had to admit he was kind of glad the guitar didn't appear to be present today. Really, he didn't mind singing, but ... that Sun Hunter song needed some work.

Then he turned back around to stare a bit as Molly handed a breakfast bar to Wilson. ".... Do you have any more of those?" Usually he didn't really eat breakfast, but that thing for some reason looked really tasty.

“Nope. Not at all,” Wilson answered, grinning at Deryk. He gladly returned the wave with one of his own and smiled at Gale and Tedan, half-nodding to acknowledge the greetings. His attention was quickly captured by a certain Ryan as he slipped into the classroom. He noticed Gale motioning for the moon trainee to come over instead of sticking to himself in the back. Wilson happily joined in. “Ryan!”

The sound of a clattering chair startled him and he briefly glanced at Jude. He briefly recognized the blond hair, but then turned around to face Molly again. “Yes?” Wilson stared at her curiously as she reached into her coat. What was she looking for? He then stared at the bar in her hands as she offered the snack to him. “I—How—When—?” The man stumbled over his words as he reached out to take it and unwrapped the bar. He was so confused as to why she had procured a snack bar, but it didn’t stop him from taking a large bite out of it. Wilson was still chewing when he chirped, “Thanks!” He covered his mouth and looked over at Eva. “Hey! Been doing okay. You?”

Dakota sighed as he stumbled in. After spending the whole night cleaning and constructing parts of the Island he was exhausted.

Lucky for him, he had just made it before 10am, though not so lucky, the meeting was lead by the demanding and somewhat odd returned to normal Caelius. He was still debating if he liked the Joy Caelius or the old Caelius.

Whatever it was, he slumped into the seat and sighed. Particularly joyed out and just outright tired.

His head hit the desk with a loud thump. it was odd to see the Trainee though, not flirting with any of the women or snide comments to the men. That's how tired Dakota was.

Chama chimed happily in his head. She for one, was grateful not to hear a jack damn single christmas carol in his head anymore. Things we're looking so much brighter!

Grinning back at the others, Deryk looked around, seeing more of his comrades coming on in. Spotting Ryan, Jude, Jerry, Gale, and Minerva, he went ahead and waved to them as well. It didn't look like, in general, he was the only one who appeared to be tired.

Then again, with all the cleanup and fixing they had to do, he couldn't blame anyone for looking a bit weary.

Finding himself a seat, he peered ahead to see that Cael did not look very happy.

As usual.



He highly doubted it.

"Morning Wilson." He answered, returning the wave, followed by one to both Gale and then Deryk. "How did the past week treat you?" He asked, curious to know what manner of chore the other trainee had been stuck with. He hadn't seen him since before then. In fact, all he knew was that it must have been either he was stuck with something other than construction, or he must have had a different shift than the other.

When Dakota entered and took a seat, Ryan pushed his chair forward with his foot. A terrible way to get someone's attention, but usually always effective.

"Morning Dakota."

Sherry stopped in the doorway just long enough to start catching her breath. She'd made it. On time even. At least trainees running through the hallways was not an unusual sight. After a few large breaths, she moved into the classroom and sat down.

At least this might mean they were finally done with clean-up. She hoped so. It was tedious, hard and even repetitive work. She was sore in places she didn't know she had. If this meant a break from that, she welcomed it.

Armagnac didn't think that cleaning counted as training. Ordered or not.

Sherry, still breathing deeply, leaned back in her chair. Hopefully today's meeting wouldn't be too bad.

Jordan's memories of that particularly strange week were hazy in places, but embarrassingly clear in others. He'd been just as glad to have manual labor to do to distract himself from the depressive, sulky state he'd been inclined to and to keep himself from thinking too hard about the stupid things he'd done and said. Months of daily training and his gloves kept most of the work from hurting too much, at least, though splinters were still a hazard. Oh, and the work also kept him out of the way of snarly higher-ranked hunters. Always a bonus.

Text messages informing them that they were to report to a certain room and leaving little time to actually get there were a return to normalcy as well. He'd even had his coffee before receiving the message. So when he slipped in the door and found a seat, he was in a fairly good mood.