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Sighing, Clarice noticed at least several of the gathered hunters were in decidedly informal attire. TO be blunt they looked like a bunch of newbie scrubs and really, did they have to get an influx of newly awakened trainees right before an all-hands mission? Of course they did, because this was her life. Walking up to one, she gave the girl a tap on the shoulder, and smiled tightly. "Hi, you must be new. I'm Clarice, and you need to be dressed properly for this mission or people will think you're with a charity case rehab group. Which..." she gave the room a considering look, "...not altogether incorrect, but still, let's get you into something mission appropriate. Now."

Clarice had maybe packed several bags for this mission with clothes and other..things. Sure it was a mission. But it was also a cruise. And she'd managed to grab one of the honeymoon suites to share with Clerise, so yes she was prepared to go a lot of places, do a lot of things, and look fantastic while doing them.

Dorian would take this excuse to get out of this rather large, highly tailored pile of hunters that he was placed in, mandatory. Especially, also, because it was a big giant boat, and Dorian actually liked big giant boats because he could get lost on them and they were fun to just rest in.

Clearing his throat, he looked at the other Mist hunter, Stormy (the one with the cellphone), and offered his elbow. "I figured since whomever you're with is preoccupied, can I . . ." words words.. accompagnement.. words, "Escort you for a bit?" It was an honest offer, he wasn't expecting anything.

She just seemed nice and a little overwhelmed.

Giving Ian a little look behind his shoulder, he wondered where to go from here. Besides, obviously, on a boat.

They were going on a boat. Melvin looked at their supplies and the ticket and looked at Rin as if he didn't believe it. He had just been asking if there were any boats on the island before, and had been thinking of taking Rin on a boat out into the ocean for a bit. Now he could and it wouldn't cost him a thing. It was, strangely, a cruise. Sure, it was a mission, which left him on edge that something murderous would show up, but that didn't mean they could sneak in a bit of actual enjoyment before something happened. They just had to be alert.

They were dressed for the occasion too, and he smiled genuinely at Rin. "Let's hope it's not named the Titanic." He said, and set a hand on the small of Rin's back. Elbow lacing would have been fine, but he didn't want to monopolize her only working arm when they had to go up any railing. "Shall we?"

Lawrence was late.

A well meaning hunter had directed him to the mission briefing when they'd spotted him milling in the halls. Fantastic really, his first mission ever and he was late. Impressions were everything and he wasn't making fantastic ones lately. Everyone was also in suits. He was not. The jumpsuit he'd been given to replace his tatty clothes was hardly appropriate either. The only part of his attire which seemed to suit the occasion was what looked like a very fancy sort of rolex, it made him look like a businessman who'd fallen on exceptionally hard times. His aura of scruffiness had also somehow, seemed to permeate even the jumpsuit itself.

He took a slow breath. The things he had to work with, really.

He had no idea what was going on as they were briefed, what artifacts entailed, what they would actually have to be doing, but he showed no real sign of how confused he was. If you believed you were unshakable hard enough, people'd believe it. He would figure it out somehow.

With a clatter of bangles, he put his hands in his pockets and headed over to inspect the things people were collecting before hopefully following the crowd.

[EXIT]

Aww~ "Dress up for yourself, then," she told her with an earnest smile. "You don't have to have someone to impress to feel nice and pretty, Patches."

And then the mission briefing began in earnest.

Oh . . . whoa. She stared at what lay beyond the portal and started to grow less nervous and more gleeful. By mission standards, this was way more amazing than anything she'd ever done before. A chance to watch the sea, play some games, and get food she'd probably have to wait for her time off to maybe have a remote chance to find? This was the partial vacation she needed to get her thoughts together

Dorian was speaking to her, but it took a "hmm?" and a few seconds to process past the we're gonna get to have fun!! impulse. "Oh, yes, um . . . That's nice've you," Stormy replied with the best smile she managed since arriving, smoothing over the remark about her contact. "Thanks, Dory--an."

Smooth.

But rather than loop her arm in his, she simply noogied their elbows together with an amused little noise bubbling from her throat before gesturing him to follow after, disappearing into the portal with a few lilting steps.

Roll with it, Dory-an.

[ exit ]

Caelius gave the briefing, and people started minging and gearing up.

"You're not gonna ruin it," Harrison said firmly, still holding both their hands. "I want you. I wanna be with you. Nothing's going to change that. Not even me having ******** pocket money. I mean."

The Silver King's words were loud and clear.

"That's the main thing I came away with, back there. I still wanna get rich. But if I had to choose... You guys are everything I need."

"...Every day I got alive, is a day you gave me," Harrison said.

"I want to give you everything too. I don't want you to have to worry about this s**t. What money we got's our money. And you put more in every month than me and Jordan both. I mean...sometimes maybe...s**t isn't the ultimate s**t. But it's our s**t. That means more to me than anything else."

"You made me clothes," Harrison said. "You always share what you've got. I mean, if you feel like...I mean, if you want to give me more than that, there's always gonna be things I want and need. But I don't...man, I don't even know if there is a ******** after. You're everything."

He took a deep breath. Harrison wasn't sure if he was making any ******** sense either. Just that some scenario where Rep was dead and he was able to cope because he had a pillow or a shirt was s**t. But there was more than that to it, leaving a physical mark on the world. Being there. Having an effect, that was important to Rep.

"So. Like. What makes a difference with the wedding. You want to give us something, right? Just from you that's like, solid."