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Brows edged up at that spooked look, but she just kept smiling at him until he took a seat beside her. Cutie. "What would you like on it?" She made a vague gesture at everything she'd laid out on the table, but ended it with a wave towards Melvin and this pan of cooking bacon. "I am an excellent sandwich maker, so you're in for a treat."

Her focus jumped to Kylee as she offered out a cup of soda to Mikael. "If you're pouring, I wouldn't mind one, please." Pearly whites flashed in a bright grin before fading into something softer.

"So I have an idea, since a lot of us are meeting for the first time. How's about everyone say what division they're in, how long they've been here, and one interesting thing about yourself." In a different life, Peyton could have made one hell of a camp councilor.

<Oh look, the newbies are coming out of the woodwork. Good job, Halfpint. You're sandwich bar is a hit.> There was only a thin thread of sarcasm in the demon's voice, and Peyton gave him what amounted to a mental poke in the ribs before just smiling.

a very small hand waved at Ever, beckoning him closer. "Sure, sandwich party, general meet and great for fresh faces." She rose up enough to offer her hand across the table. "I'm Peyton by the way."

And because she'd suggested it, she expanded. "Intermediate trainee in Sun division. Been here a little over a year. If anyone's weapon is of the close range sort, I would be happy to help with training." She sank back down and went back to work on Mikael's sandwich. "As for an interesting fact, I've attended no less than 11 schools in my educational career, not counting any college."

"Like knives?" He stepped in, started to offer a hand, considering shaking hers, and then hesitated -- because she was busy, obviously. So instead he tapped fingers against the table, considering the food for another moment, somewhat indifferent. Ever was one of the few who likely wouldn't give a s**t about mediocre food. So long as he didn't starve...

"I'm, uh, Ever." And he tipped his head, eyes sweeping over the rest in a distantly curious way, taking in coats around him -- but DIANA hadn't had any information about symbols associated with divisions. "I'm not actually sure what division..."

Maybe he was the newest, freshly depodded, barely out of the dorms for the first time. He shrugged, scrounging for something, anything, interesting. "I've been here like ten hours, I guess."

Shu showed up at cafeteria when peyton asked for an introduction session, it seemed she was late for the party. So she quietly sneaked in and found a place to pretend she was there but just too tiny to be noticed.

"Hello everyone, I'm Dong Shu Lei, trainee from Death division, people usually call me Shu." She waved to the others with a light blush, happy to see many faces she knew already as well as some new faces. "My weapon is a hammer, a Nian I called him Z." She smiled. "As for the interesting fact......I love cosplaying...does it count?" The petite girl particularly looked at Peyton for approval.

If someone had to be taken under-wing, Cami was becoming exceedingly lucky in the wings she was under. Peyton was always incredibly capable and seemed to understand innately what the newbies needed to feel more at ease. Mentally thinking about the joke of 'Hug Division' she made a mental note that Peyton should be considered for all future efforts in that direction along with the petite Asian who had just walked in. It never stopped striking the redhead how positively sweet and adorable Shu was -- who better to assist in lifting the general disposition of the island?

Mention of Mikhail's weapon had her whistling below her breath. "Nice! I have a bow that used to be a revenant. Not nearly as flashy as a sniper rifle but she's been a great partner so far. Keeping me on the straight and narrow, so to speak." Realizing she'd missed the beginning part of her homework she flipped the curls of her new, lightweight hair and laughed. "Whoops! Uhm, I'm Camille, better known as Cami. Sun Division and I've been here..." Pulling her phone out of her pocket she checked the date. "Almost two months now. 22 years old and hm. Interesting fact?" Perking up for a moment, she said something lengthy and musical in the Creole dialect of her home island.

"Raised in Antigua!"

A curious look was directed up to Ever at his hand-shake fumble, but given that he had very literally just woken up from what was more or less a coma, she let it go. There was a lot for all the new trainees to soak in, she was willing to cut them a lot of slack. She did smile at his question though. "Yes, like knives. Though for me specifically it's spiked and bladed knuckle dusters."

She glanced down at his coat as the question of his division came up, and did a little motion with her finger for him to turn around so she could see the back of it. "Do a little twirl, and I'll tell you your division."

Pale eyes stayed on him, but her hands were busy assembling a sandwich for Mikael. Turkey, lettuce, Tomatoe. She left it open so he could add his own mayo or mustard if he wanted, or bacon, but the plate was slide in front of him as he introduced himself. "When you're a little more settled, you should talk to Gale Gentry, from Death division. He'd also got a sniper rifle."

Shu was flashed a smile, of course. The tiny Death was always a little ray of sunshine. Pey was still uncomfortable with the idea of her being a hunter, she was incredibly sweet, and seemed utterly harmless, but she liked her as a person. "That totally counts. Help yourself to a sandwich if you want, there's lots of fixins left."

The two former college kids were both given an impressed look and a low whistle. "Those are some badass majors." This said before lifting her own sandwich at last to take a bite.

The prince's arrival earned a curious twitch of pale brows, and a slow smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "We're gathered for the eating of turkey and bacon sandwiches. Care to join us?" There was the slightest narrowing of eyes as she watched him, as if waiting for him to drop character and laugh it all off as a joke. She'd be waiting a long time.

"Life," she announced for Ever, smiling up at him. "And how old are you?" In her experience, younger seemed to be the norm for Deus.

She also eyed his cigarette case. "Do you smoke? If you need help getting cigarettes, I know a guy."

Mik seemed to brighten up a little at his sandwich, wolfing down bites as if he'd never been fed. The fact of the matter was that he hadn't eaten since he'd woken up and had been completely lost and far too socially awkward to ask for help. The sandwich and drink were both godsends.

He did nod as Ever commented on the average age on the island. He felt like he was too young, way too young to be stuck here, and he couldn't even begin to cope with the prospect of a future.

"I don't know how they choose us."

She eyed the cigarettes in the case, and the corners of her lips ticked up. "Oh good, someone's already taken pity." Taym, probably, or Dory. Peyton couldn't recall if she'd seen any other Hunters smoking, maybe Leslie.

As ever talked she took another bite from her sandwich, chewing and mulling over the point before answering. "Experience with what, exactly?" Her voice was utterly mild. She wasn't trying to shoot down his opinions or theories, just understand his reasoning for them. "We're fighting monsters and supernatural s**t. I don't think that's the sort of thing someone usually picks up in a lifetime."

Her head dipped to one side, a a thought flicking over her features. "Maybe they recruit us young because we're more willing to believe the crazy s**t we see is real, and not just a chemical imbalance in the brain. Maybe it's because as young adults we're more easy to train into the ideal soldiers they want us to be." She shrugged a little helplessly. "I'm not sure, I don't think I've ever questioned it. You could probably find out, if you ask one of the leads." The smile returned, brighter this time. A pause, then. "Not Caelius."

"Admittedly, they usually try to wait until someone's at least 18." She gave Mikael an apologetic look, despite having had no part in his being here. But it didn't seem like he'd really known what he was signing up for, or that he was signing up at all. Maybe he'd had no idea that he would end up here. She didn't know, and didn't know him well enough yet to ask something that could be a sensitive subject.

He also reminded her of Astrid.

"I'm not sure either. But the weapons know, somehow, who they belong to." Another thing she'd just accepted, rather than questioned. Warrick was a great partner, if a little over protective at times.

Milo's unique nickname for her had her lifting her head to flash a bright grin in his direction. "Aloha Green! Always room for you. Help yourself."