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Noemi eyes raised just a bit to offer a shy wave to Hanna before the girl moved on, jumbling her pile of flashlights in her hands. People started to filter in, moving into groups as she awkwardly wallflowered. It was one thing to be there, and another to attempt to actually talk to people.

She at least knew Jack...and Finn! When her eyes met his, she offered a small smile and another tiny wave. Just for him to know she noticed and oh god she was actually somewhat socializing.

And then she heard a familiar voice, her basement roommate. She was about to call out to him when he noticed her by himself. And drew her in a hug which resulted in Noemi dropping her pile of flashlights and a loud, "ASDFGHJKLASDSJSJS"

"M-M-Milo!" The smaller girls hands came up to push him away gently. She was aware both of them were still recovering after all. "No no no huuugs."

Oliver got the text.

Noemi's first ever text message to him had sent him running in an instant, if she needed his help, he would always try his hardest... But playing games? That Oliver was not so sure of. As a kid, he had always been the last person invited to play games, and usually if he was, there was a horrible joke being played on him. Not that he expected Noemi to be cruel like that! But he was still reluctant.

After some fussing around, the kid finally decided to at least go say hi. Just a quick drop by, maybe wish her luck, and head back to his room. But it was darker than he expected, and by the time he approached the gathering group he was hesitant to go back to his room all by himself.

He looked around for Noemi, but was unable to find her enveloped in Milo's hug, but he did notice some familiar and comforting faces. Or... Familiar faces. He suddenly regretted not bringing coffee.

Approaching FInn, Jack, and Fini, he hovered around nervously, waiting for a break in the banter to maybe ask if any of them had seen Noemi.

Why hide-and-seek at night?

The asian girl had no idea, but staying in bed was so boring and she needed distraction from the nightmares, so she dressed herself up and tied her hair into two twin braids. She also picked a pair of convenient sneakers ready to have a lot of running. Normally, she won't dress like that, but after such a horrible event, the girl believed she can get some good moods by dressing as pretty as she could.

She of course received the message from Melvin, or else she won't be there. As a curious girl, she back read past posts on twitter and noticed the message in an ocean of drama. She wasn't quite sure what the "house" meant, but she guessed it was the same meaning as division. Thus, she appeared as one of the representatives of Death. Blending into social circles is an important point of a good spy, right?

Most of the wounds were gone, she was glad that they didn't leave any ugly scars onto her skin. Long sleeved top is needed to hide her newborn pink skin and since she was Death participant, she wore her white hunter coat. Looking around the crowd, she was a bit lonely, she didn't want to bother Robert, who was still looking after other trainees (He should be rewarded) while Mimsy - she's a Life too. The girl withered a bit and waiting for the game to start.

There was no one surrounding her, she sighed and went through the twitter again with an upside down smile, she should meet more friends so that in a situation like that someone would drag her into a group and give her a warm hug.

Damn, Chel had a point.



Then, seconds after that text was sent:

Absolutely, 100% worth taking another smack for. Evan's shoulders shook with repressed laughter as he fought to school his features into a solemn frown. "I found all of my clothes. You were too slow," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Now it's just regular hide and seek, but maybe later...?"

Chelsea's offer of forgiveness was met with a cheery smile that wasn't a leer at all at her state of undress, nope. "I like the sound of that," Evan nodded, definitely in agreement with her idea. "Me and you, tucked away in a dark corner where no one can find us? Hell yes, that sounds like a plan." Better and better with each passing moment, as a matter of fact.

It was almost a shame about all of these other people, though. "I don't know, I just got a text about it." He looked around the room, shrugging. "Guess everyone else did, too."

Evan looked back down at Chel as she asked for a jacket, shaking his head. He was only in a t-shirt, pants, and boots himself. "Not off the top of my head," he said, then draped an arm over her shoulders. "I'd be happy to keep you warm in the meantime, though." Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Bradley groaned and rolled over, trying to push the pillow harder into his ears and block out everything. He wanted to sweet release of sleep, pure and dreamless sleep, but couldn't find it. He was fully healed, he was home, but the Sahara still haunted him and kept him up at night. His weapon had been kind through the last week, but he could feel her getting frustrated with him. There were things to do, people to see. His own cousins, that girl Nora. Waiting for the nights to settle wasn't getting him anywhere.

The phone beeping at him told him that sleep wasn't coming back.

He rolled out of bed, wincing as tight muscles strained to function. Fingers groped for his phone and he made it work with a flick of the appendages. He frowned and blinked at the screen. Hide and seek?

Really?

( Because that wasn't going to end terribly. )

[[ You should go. Be social. It'll help. ]] Yzalin quietly urged him, her voice soft. He glanced at the mirror in his room, half expecting to see her reflected in it and sighed when she wasn't. He didn't quite like talking to a disembodied voice sometimes.

He pulled on some jeans, a dark red hoodie and sneakers and left the room. Might as well he presumed.

Bradley made his way to the second floor and weaved through the gathered until he got to Nora.

"You said somethin' about hide and seek?" he asked her, forcing the tired out of his voice and face and keeping a small smile in his mouth.

"No, Jack and I are madly in love. We are to be wed in the morning!" she declared, giving Evan a s**t-eating grin. "You can be my maid of honor~"

She shrugged and more honestly said, "Nah, he's just been having a rough time lately. Really shitty mission beat him up. I play coffee girl 'cause it's the only way I can get him to talk to me for more than a few minutes without shooin' me away." She never realized how pathetic that sounded until she said it out loud. "Seems like he's doin' better though."

Chel appreciated the arm rubbing, still feeling somewhat chilly. "Now what do I bring out of you?"