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The urge to burst into tears was suddenly almost overwhelming. "Julie?" Jordan asked, his vision getting suddenly distinctly watery. "Yeah ... she's gone. Sorry."

As the conversation turned to Julie, Rep's train of thought went first to Julie, then to the horrors of the Sahara, and then to the people who mattered and how it could have been them, how it still one day could be.

He started sobbing again, burying his face against Jordan.

"I don't want people to die."

Mimsy did, in fact, want cup. Mimsy wanted twenty cups. She wanted very badly to set her thoughts into overdrive, managing some sort of previously uncalculated speed of processing so she might make some sense of witnessing the gender-swap of her waking companion. Or anything else she had seen on this island thus far, even - the idiot who had come to fetch her, the shapeshifting weapon with claws in her mind.

The mission bestowed upon Kostya had been of utmost importance for that reason...and because she was sure that she felt a powerful sort of mood swing coming on.

She didn't want him to see her cry without reason.

Kostya's cafeteria companions did not seem to share that same desire, she noted, stepping carefully past a tearful redhead on the way to fetch her caffeine. Mug filled to the brim, she slid into the seat next to the man-turned-woman who wore some of her clothes.

"Thank you, Kostya. You have done well." She frowned down at her chest, repositioned herself so it would not knock over her hot coffee, and glanced up to the other two. "Oh." Right. Introductions. Svensyl seemed to think that those were important here. Idiotic Svensyl. Idiotic nonsense. This was all awfully stupid to her, frustration bubbling dangerously within. "Hello. I'm Mimsy Kercher, your new colleague." She didn't bother extending her hand - just a nod.

Rep was a bit needier than usual, which was saying something, and also less fussed about demonstrating this fact, having another fairly dramatic cry for a bit, hugging Jordan the whole time, before finally managing to get a hold of himself. Feeling better for letting his emotions out, and the ice cream finally starting to have an impact on his system, he somehow managed to greet Mimsy with a smile. It was the smile of a man whose day could not get any worse, but a smile nonetheless.

Another person he hadn't met. Great, first impressions made as a blubbering b***h on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Fantastic. Maybe they wouldn't remember later.



"Rep." he stated curtly, looking her over with just a flicker of suspicion. You had to keep a ******** eye on the reserved ones.

With a nod of understanding to Kostya, Mimsy sipped generously at her coffee. Determining who was who after all of this got fixed (and it would, wouldn't it?) would prove to be an adventure in its own.

"It's nice to meet the two of you as well." A short sigh of relief. "I am glad to hear that this is considered weird."

Her nails tapped against the ceramic mug. "Group? Just...the two of us, I believe. There were no others that I saw, at least. Were you both from the same 'group'?" She offered a smile with her inquiry, hoping that they might understand that she was trying to be courteous through her all of her internal angst and conflict. It would make sense as far as their bond went, if they were - she felt something akin to responsibility for Kotsya. Maybe this was not too different in other groups who woke at the same time?

"The others are brave," she began, still trying to lighten the mood, "To tackle this without coffee."

"Huh. Usually it's more people waking up at once. I've been awake a little over a year; Rep's been here about four months now. I'd say welcome to the island, but maybe I should save that for when everyone's feeling like themselves again." Jordan managed a strained smile. "Weird s**t just happens sometimes. It'll pass." Oh god he really hoped it passed soon right now he really felt like bursting into tears himself and that would just be embarrassing.

Kostya brought back more coffee for him. Jordan made a mental note: sharp enough to catch that he'd wanted coffee, friendly enough to get him some. "Thanks," he said with a genuinely grateful smile, and gave both newcomers a plaintive look. Kostya had implied that one of them was an actual girl, but there was no real way to tell who. "How do women deal with this mood swing stuff?" he asked, and hoped that they wouldn't take offense.