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Zac decided that - while, he’d already been at a sun hunter meeting, so why not attend a meeting for new hunters right? The more information he could get about this place the better off he’d be, it was only logical.

He took up a folder from a seat and glanced around to see if anyone else was reading them, before rolling his shoulders very slightly and started reading the ‘wake-up’ pamphlet. So it was a little bit after he’d woken up from the space age pods, but he was still curious if it had more info than Arorangi had been able to give him. The location of the island was a good start if a surprising one.

He glanced back up after a few moments of skimming the information just to see if he ‘knew’ anyone else there.

No one had started talking or anything yet, so Ever thought he couldn't possibly be late -- pausing just inside for a moment to swipe hair out of his face and take in the crowd. It was, he thought, disappointingly small, considering this was something a bunch of hunters had put together in their free time to help out clueless newbies. Maybe it just hadn't really gotten started yet.

Or maybe the newbies were still so nervous by their first experiences on the island that they didn't want to come in. And then he frowned, for just a breath, unsure if he still counted as one of those clueless newcomers --

His expression relaxed again as it settled on Cee, harassing Zac. That won a flash of his usual smile, shoulders dropping a bit, but rather than approach to join in the game, he'd slide toward the food to see what it was, to poke at the offerings and hunt for familiar faces.

Of course, if Zac looked over, he'd still blow a teasing kiss.

While Cee’s flirtation earned raised eyebrows and a slightly suspicious ‘are you still teasing me’ gaze even with the slight flush of interest under his dark skin. “Aren’t we all?” He replied with a flirtatious edge in the tone, though not a heavy one. Too cautious after the recent prank that had cost him several nights sleep and a good bit of worry about if rooms could be haunted.

Ever though, Ever’s kiss was received with a raised hand, which he ‘closed’ around the blown kiss, drawing it back as though to mock a light impact. He winked and pressed the closed hand to his chest as though he treasured the mocking kiss.

Let Ever chew on that one for a while. He turned back to Cee and added conversationally.

“So…just how many tattoos DO you have?”

Jordan nodded to Taym. "I said I'd help out," he answered, and it wasn't quite apologetic, nor grateful exactly. They were not friends, but he agreed with Taym more often than he would admit, and appreciated the occasional expression of a strange, prickly concern.

Molly got a warm smile when she approached, and Jordan seemed to relax slightly. "I'd love that. Let me know when you've got some time free, okay?"

Cee simply grinned, the smile of a true troublemaker, "Oh I allays sound like'at."

"HA! Yer close but I ain't tellin ya till you find out fer yerself." Cee winked and finished whatever tiny amount of food she'd been holding. "If ya ever want a little bit of fun, I'm around."

She proceeded to insist he take her number. "We aren't pranksters! Just a bit of fun jeez.. No one got hurt at least..." Because on Deus, injury was always an option.

((OOC: Movin' on along! Feel free to keep socializing between bits and if you didn't have a chance to drop someone in before and want to assume they weren't super late, that is also cool :O ))

Eventually Camille pulls her Deus-issued phone from her pocket and checks the time. Skimming the room it's not immediately clear how she feels about the contents, whether it's disappointed in the turn out, nervous for Taym's public speaking skills, or excitement at making a change. It is clear that she's competent and in charge as she steps up to the front of the room to call order.

Everyone is welcomed in a bright, cheery voice as she again introduces herself and the chain-smoking Moon in the doorway. She then turns and heads straight for the table of doughnuts letting her far more prepared and capable headman do his job.

When the room has settled, Taym--the skinny, unshaven Moon Hunter who's been smoking and looking vaguely sick--takes the floor.

He speaks very nearly too quietly, with a sort of snapping sarcasm that might be natural and might be a veil for nerves, as he awkwardly welcomes everyone, explains briefly the contents of the folder (leaving the new-depod pamphlet for Cami to cover), and more or less begs for feedback and then for volunteers for future presentations and to be added to the list of contacts, with an emphasis on Death and Life division volunteers, of which, he notes, there is a lack.

His hands do not leave his pockets for the entirety of the ensuing first segment of information, which is evenly shared (in an interestingly clashing pair of tones) with Cami.

((The wording of the following segments are semi-OOC. Expect that the information is covered in somewhat more detail ICly.))



When they're done, Taym explains that they'll be breaking for a few minutes between each segment for people to make use of the feedback cards and to jot down questions for the end of the meeting. His hands are still in his pockets. He sounds dire.

Zascha had arrived late. It was a usual thing for him half the time when it came to official to semi official Deus business. But he figured this would be a good place to get some more info. Half the time he felt lost.

Slipping into a seat quietly, he flips through the folder with mild interest. Only half listening for the time being. Flipping open his phone, the Moon trainee struggled for a moment before he was able to get a couple texts off.

A wide grin spread across his lips as Harlow finally made her way into the room. He was still paying attention to Taym of course, but his eyes were on her. After she had settled into the seat next to him he gave her a wink before sliding a folded piece of paper over onto her desk.

Upon opening it Harlow could read a little note written upon it. Something to the effect of calling her a cutie pie and if she wanted to do a private study session after class.