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Rep was still nursing his strange yoghurt drink, trying to decide whether it was actually /meant/ to be this thick or if he'd just picked the drink that had been in the fridge much too long.

He glanced around idly as an unfamiliar voice joined the little gathering, looked back to the fridge and then promptly did a double take. Okay he really didn't remember there being a wheelchair bound hunter on the island. He would have noticed if they'd been on a mission, he was sure.

He gave the guy a sidelong look as he went into the fridge, eyeing him with interest as he tried it.

"Any good?" He asked hopefully. "Cause this s**t is weird." He held up his own drink.

Wilson wanted to take the rifle. He really did. He wanted to grab it and see if it was loaded with ammunition, maybe even fire off a few imaginary rounds. He might have grabbed it. His hand was already reaching out for it, but the sudden reality that the rifle was definitely Allan’s froze the poor trainee. When he looked at Allan, the sun hunter was fortunately busy doing something else, but Wilson couldn’t bear to risk it. He threw the weapon a wistful look before grudgingly trudging off to do something else. When Wilson opened the fridge he didn’t know what to say.

He couldn’t read any of the darn names on these bottles. After quizzically ogling the confusing characters—some of them looked Chinese, and then some of them didn’t what was even—Wilson decided to take one that looked like tea. He really hoped it was tea. Thankfully, it really was tea. A curious Wilson examined Lance’s and Rep’s drinks.

“I’ve had ramune before. I really like popping it open with the marble,” he said. “…Wait there’s an eel drink?” Wilson promptly opened the fridge door again and looked inside.

Allan had exited the living room to one of the three closed doors in his suite at Jerry's question of other instruments, and now held in his arms a koto, shamisen, and biwa. They all looked extremely exotic and unplayable as well as in various levels of wear and decay. Several of the strings on the instruments looked ready to pluck off at any second. "I found these at this, well, I think they're instruments, this one is kind of odd though," he pulled out, wedged in the middle of all the instruments, an ordinary hair brush, "That guy charged me a bundle for this one too, he said it was- LANCE-KUN!" The Sun Division lead dumped all the instruments on Jerry as he rain towards the Mist Hunter. TWANGGG went some of them as they well, landed in not-so-nice positions, the strings snapping entirely.

It looked like the Sun Hunter was trying very hard not to laugh, puckering his face up as he caught sight of Lance looking and feeling extremely out of place. At the best, Allan looked a little constipated, maybe he should consider something other than Pocky in his regular diet. Now, he knew that Lance was a sensitive man, and Simon hadn't exactly gone easy on the guy - which was something else in itself, because let's be honest here, a Sun Hunter that couldn't mobilize itself was about as useful as a duck that couldn't swim - but the Sun Division Leader had tried his very hardest to mend the broken relationship.

First it had been the Pocky, small gifts he called them, followed by the action figures, followed by the manga, the DVD sets of some not-exactly PG rated material that involved anime, then stuffed animals, posters, every single paraphernalia that Allan could find because in Allan logic, if he enjoyed it, it clearly meant everyone else did too. It was in fact, ritual by now that Lance would find every week stocked in the Mist Lounge, a giant box of Pocky: sometimes it was easier just to accept things for what they were.

Allan casually, as not to alarm, sidled over to Rep and Lance, giving the Mist Hunter a subtle wink, which meant it was probably exaggerated and in fact, kind of looked sort of mocking. "So Lance, how are things. What d'you think of the party, pretty rad huh? How's the nakama biz with Aria and all that, she's super cool y'know, we neighbours and all, I wasn't too sure if she was upset at the entire DDR at 4 am fiasco, but its been quiet at her end so-" again, Allan resorted to stage whispers - "Between you and me I think we're okay."

This time the classy smile was directed at both most likely a very confused Rep, and most likely a Lance that was beginning to regret their decision to the NAKAMA ONLY party.

Lance stared at Wilson. Was this trainee serious? Lance considered his options. He could very easily point at a random drink and say it was that one. Or he could knowingly point at an even worse drink and sat back to watch the guillible trainee go forth and learn the hard way to be careful of superier hunters. He nodded towards Rep as the Sun trainee introduced himself, taking a moment to jerk a thumb towards his own chest. "Lance, former Sun."

All thoughts of drinks were cast aside and dropped when Allan-taichou caught sight of him. He held his breath, releasing it slowly when Allan merely slided up to him. Old habits died hard. Before, it would have been second nature to brofist his division leader before the brofist turned into a tussle that eventually had them pulling out their weapons. Followed by a quick surrender when Simon arrived, but hey -- those were the days. Lance missed them.

He did not, however, miss Allan's anime ways. While Lance still owned everything Allan had sent him, Lance did not have the heart to throw them out. Even looking at them reminded him of what he had lost. Out of sight, out of mind. Most of it, at least -- anyone who snooped in Lance's room would discover Lance's stash of manga and anime under his bed, the pages on the graphic novles dog-eared from when he flipped through them.

And oh god Allan-taichou was talking to him. Lance considered his next words very carefully. "She is... well, taichou. The Mists are more short-handed than they let on. And, uh. I wouldn't worry about that, taichou. She's rearranged her room completely in order to put as much space between her room and your's for, uh, minimum conflict." That and Aria was usually out and about at 4 am. Or plotting her revenge. Aria was careful to not mention the Sun division around him, but then again Lance made it no secret to her that he missed the Sun division despite his physical inability to ever serve in it ever again.

"So, uh, taichou." Lance began hesitantly, "How have you been with your new recruits? Created a strong nakama with them yet?" Oh god his Japanese was slipping Simon was going to appear at any minute and get ready to pop a cap into him.

Marcus was just.. avoiding. As soon as he heard Dakota voice? Marcus was at the utter other side of the room. While Allan basically told them his 'secrets' Marcus rolled his eyes. Yep, every lead was crazy. Still, he wanted a drink. Alcohol or non, just a drink sounded nice. Going over and pulling out what he assumed to be something tea flavored and non-carbonated judging by the picture and lack of bubbles, he frowned. It better just be tea, it better just be teas, it better just be-

Sipping it, it was just tea.

A bit surprised he looked at some of the other guys who were either a) fascinated by the weapons or b) fascinated by s**t he only vaguely knew. An older hunter entered and sadly Marcus was having a hard time not looking. It was rude. Not to mention as Allen had yet another moment of ADHD, Marcus was inching to steer ******** clear. Looking at the board though- "....With weapons.... and without weapons." A glance at the sun lead. "...." He decided to go where it might have been safer. By someone he knew knew what the hell the stuff was.

"Hey Bix." He shook the other trainee by the shoulder. "So... what is all this stuff? Is it all that.. anime s**t you told me Cass might like?" It kind of looked like it.

It was distinctly lacking in Unico though.

When Marcus came up to Bix and Before, the Misty gave the Moonie a small wave in greeting. "Ah, any of you want cookies? Oh wait, these'll be better with milk!" he briefly excused himself to see whether Allan had any.

But by this point there was a small cluster around the refrigerator and, well, Before felt way too awkward to ask now. Oh God, how do I ask how do I do this how- > n> m< xAx!!!!! Eventually in his building anxiety and mounting distress, he ended up tapping Harrison while holding out the cookies, "Doyouwantcookiesdidyouseewhatdrinksareinthere?" he stammered out in one breath.

Jerry's face had lit up when Allan had returned with more instruments. And then he had paled as said instruments were dumped on top of him in a heart wrenching display of creaking wood and snapping strings- "I ah, aaaah-oof!" The party rattled on as he took a moment to recover, sitting up with the various instruments scattered on his lap and straightened his glasses to examine the damage.

His face fell.

Alright, so many of them were guitar-like, but he had no idea how to play any of these, and by the looks of their condition...



Don't worry, little instruments... Jerry was here to save you. They just needed a little TLC is all...

He made the mistake of looking up just as a certain Doctor swept by the door. His expression soured, and he wasted no more time fumbling to his feet again while trying to collect the poor wounded things. Maybe he could restring them... over here. It would keep him occupied at least.