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"Yup, fake, but looks pretty good right?" Ofelia leaned closer to Candace as she admitted that, as if she wanted to keep it a secret. It was very clear she wasn't ashamed of her eye (she'd said she had pride in it), but perhaps there was another reason for the hush hush. "Ah've got pride in mah eyes 'cause mah doctor said he'd never thought Ah'd be able ta have depth perception again an' he was hella wrong. Ah've taken up many things ya need both yer eyes for, but Ah'm still not too good wit' stuff like pistols wit'out a scope. Ah'm pretty nice wit' a rifle." Hunting wasn't something she super enjoyed doing, but going to the range had always been fun. She and her brother used to pretend, when they were younger, they were hunting monsters. Ofelia's brother thought it was pretend, Ofelia wanted them dead for reals.

When talk turned to circuses and what have you Ofelia's face paled deeply. She'd...never really liked circuses, mostly as a result of her disliking and not trusting people in tutus or dogs that walked on their hind legs. There was something sneaky about all of that with their fancy sparkles and tiaras, though lions were always kinda cool and Ofelia wanted to try the trapeze once or twice. "Err....circuses ain't mah cup of tea, no offense ta ya. Jus'....not many of 'em came ta the south an' the ones that did weren't in the taste fer kids mah age at the time." Ofelia smiled and chuckled uneasily, running her hands through her bright red hair. One of her braids had come undone, perhaps in her sleep or in the test (she didn't remember a test), and she twirled at the hair with a finger. "Last time Ah went ta a circus mah brother found me hidin' under the bleachers covered in moldy popcorn. Apparently Ah got lost but Ah dun really remember what Ah was doin'."

That had been an adventure she was glad not to recall, maybe. The popcorn had been nasty and to this day turned her away from the buttery snack. She did, however, develop a craving for overly burned hot dogs.

As Ofelia leaned in closed Candace discreetly leaned back in her seat. Candace was by no means a prude, and she certainly did not give a s**t about personal space, but she didn't exactly want this girl in her face when she didn't even know her. "Ah, I see. Well, that's great that you didn't let only having one eye stop you. Be sure to keep that up, okay?" It was a very serious warning, actually.

The loud clatter of a chair being kicked out from underneath someone got her attention and she actually jumped a little in her chair. "s**t! Are you alright?" She asked poor Hazel, getting up enough to try and get a look at her. She wasn't broken, right?

"Well, well, making friends already I see?"

Candace let out a sudden giggle at the sound of his voice that she quickly stifled with a cough, not bothering to sit down in her seat again and turning to grin back at H and Clarice. "Hello, Doctor~." Don't purr. Don't purr. Don't purr. There's people here. "Hello, Clarice!" Clarice was easier to be around in public. Of course she got the more energetic greeting.

...Strange. Didn't Clarice arrive already wearing the gas masked golem before? Why wasn't she wearing it this time?

--Snap snap


A brief, grim look crossed Mercedes's face before she caught the familiar voice from the pod room. Had the lecture ended with Stacey? Er... when did the room fill up so fast. There were already others in which she had not seen while she was leaving the prior facility.

Rin, Clerise, and Hazel to name a few.

Giving Candace a flash of a smile she leaned forwards in her seat and gently kicking her legs. "Oh nothing really there's just a lot of people here. I'm used to uhm.. staying quiet during a lecture you don't want to miss much or crunchtime is literally crunch time.." she replied nervously. Definitely she was shocked and contrary to what she'd just said she wasn't paying all that much attention. Usually she was pretty sociable but right now she wanted to know all the important things before downtime.
"Man how did I miss these new girls on their way in-" she chuckled lightly. They were all rather pretty. But why so many?

Speaking of nicely dressed pretty women, as two authority figures marched on in...

One immediately gave her the sort of heeby jeebies. The other had a fashion sense that made her swoon. She had to do everything in her power to fight back the urge to ask about her top. And her skirt. And her scarf. And-

Jaaaaackets. The one who came in now after Stacey (she snorted again, she really needed to stop) was wearing a jacket graced with a hood, and Ofelia found herself staring at it with delight. If she had thought Candace had a nice jacket then the two who just arrived certainly had amazing ones. Long, white, and then colorful with cool looking scarves? Ofelia was just about giddy with excitement since Candace had said she would be getting something like that too. "Iszat the 'he' ya were whisperin' 'bout, Candace?" Ofelia wasn't subtle and she didn't know the meaning of a whisper, so she basically was talking at the same volume as before.

All the people she recalled from the pod room seemed to stiffen up at the sight of these two, even if Candace was still being friendly. Were they the big wigs, like the president of the club? Then what did that make Stacey, something like a treasurer? Did anyone get elected into their positions, and if so did you have to kill again in order to be nominated? Ofelia was apparently taking the idea that this was all a massive club entirely too seriously, as she was grinning ear to ear to ear to ear. So very, very cool. "Howdy! S'nice ta meet y'all." She waved a hand from her seat, not really shouting this time around. At least she wanted to be friendly, which. . . .always was a good idea in her mind. FRIIIIEEEEENDS.

Michael meanwhile had taken the short break between speakers to stare around the room instead of chatting, mainly because he couldn't actually think of anything to say that the others hadn't already repeated to death and and well frankly it was more amusing to just half listen to. Eventually through lack of anything more interesting to stare at he'd ended up at the board, trying to desifer if the half erased scribbles actually meant anything.

He tilted his head to one side. Huh. That one kinda looked like a ninja.

To anyone looking at him he probably looked completely and utterly zoned out. (Which truth be told, he was kind of resisting the temptation to go back to sleep. He wasn't much of a morning person. Or, er, a post coma person?)

In a blink of an eye, suddenly her chair seemed have been flying out from under her so quickly as if it was like a magic trick. Hazel immediately fell to the ground, hitting her bum. She looked up at Stacey with wide eyes, then began to mimic the same impassive expression as he gave her. No back talk.

It was like the first day of school all over again. The usual hazing, Hazel thought. Not that she was expecting it, she was used to it, more or less. Father always told her to ignore the bullies. They most likely have issues of their own. When Stacey left, Hazel simply got up, collected her red chair and sat down once again. Butt cheeks sore and all.

One that that was unusual, was a girl's concern for her safety. Hazel didn't quite know how to react to that. "...I-I'm a Jaeger! It's nothing," giving half an awkward smile to Candace, ignored the girl who teased her (Rin), and continued chewing her gum.

The conversation came short when two people walked into the room. Unsure if the question the blonde woman directed it at her, but Hazel looked back at Candace and gave her a cheeky smile.

At Candace's greeting, the man in the hood smiled, which widened considerably at Ofelia's question. The blonde woman nodded at Gale and then returned Candace's greeting with a tense little smile as the two made their way up to the front.

"So here you all are...you may call me Dr. H, and this..." he moved behind the blonde, and placed his hands on her shoulders, "...is my assistant, Clarice." Reaching around he lifted her chin, "Isn't she pretty? Smile and say hello to our new friends, my dear."

She was not about to ******** smile for this.

With a sigh, his hands shifted and moments later a sharp crack filled the room, the woman's body dropping to the floor, head twisted at fatal angle. "Now," the doctor turned his attention back to the class, "...what just happened here?"