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He was still clutching his phone, avoiding eye contact with the others when he heard a voice, making him jump.
... oh, it was Sherry.

"I... um, I'm not quite sure. And I'm... ok. How are you feeling?"

Pale faced, shaking and looking a bit like she might burst into tears at any moment, Abbi wobbled her way into the Moon Common Room.
How could she have been called for sensitivity training? Couldn't they tell just from looking at her that she was totally sensitive and sweet and caring and about to cry what was more sensitive than that?! But it wasn't enough, apparently. She had received not only a text but a notice on her door too, of which had been taken down immediately and reacted to with only one option: To go running nearly crying to Ripley. He was an adult! He could handle this situation for her!
But alas, even he was not adult enough to make it go away, instead offering to be her tagalong, for moral support and all. That was allowed, even if Abbi had tugged on his arm in her nervousness for most of the way to the common room.

Upon entering, however, she was surprised to see who exactly was in there. A handful of people she had always considered super sweet and amazing and nice were milling about the room and, feeling she was totally justified in this, Abbi ran to the first person she saw, sure to drag Ripley along with her regardless if he wanted to or not.
"CASSSSSSSSSS!" Her face certainly had a quality of ;A; to it, but Sempai could fix things! "Cass Cass Cass why are you here why am I here I'm really sensitive why would anybody think I need more training on that? Casssssssss~" Yes, Abbi was going to whine and fret and be annoying. Sorry Cass-sempai.

"Considering how I am, maybe that's a good thing~ But, um, no idea at how long," she muttered back apologetically. "I'll make it up to you if it ends up taking too much out of your day, promise . . . "

There were more people than she expected there which was a little overwhelming, but the free food was enticing. Stormy was just about to pull them over to nab some and attempt to engage people--although the current company intimidated her for various reasons--when she heard her name.

And then she turned and saw it was Nevada. The roommate who had been gone for about two weeks and apparently was here and she hadn't known about it and hi there Otto did you know anything about this. Stormy was completely stunned for a moment, her eyes flickering between the two curiously. It really was a testament to her declining sociability that she didn't simply drag Gale over to initiate a group hug like she would have normally.

"Oh. You're back--?"

Nevada smile widened as Otto took food, knowing that the small thing was good for him at least. He wasn't going to shove her away, which made her happy and hell, even brought her to this thing. Which she was coming to find considerably surprising with the occupants.

Rep, she understood. Jake sure...Sherry must be his partner. Bless the woman for her patient soul and would've offered her a wave.

But Stormy was here and important, commanding her attention almost immediately. Her back stiffened automatically, sitting her straighter in her seat.

"yeah...since yesterday...." She frowned, "I meant to come back last night but...a friend needed me." She shook her head, the friend being Otto, long hair sway over the seat. "Do you know what's going on? Are you here for the training?"

Luckily, Peyton called out to Otto and left the mist pair together to at least discuss. her hand reached over once to squeeze Otto's encouragingly. Reminding him that he could and should talk to those that mattered.

Otto remained with his head down, listening in on Stormy and Nevada until he heard his cousin call. Good lord, he hated crowds. His discomfort started to scurry through his veins, raising his anxiety to a shaky level.

But Nevada gave him a small squeeze of his free hand. He'd be fine.

The teen got up, still holding his half eaten sandwich as he stepped toward Peyton. "Hi." he replied, not overly enthused to be socializing at all. All he wanted to was to hide in blankets. This was the furthest thing from blankets.

Rep gave Harrison a very toothy grin, took a moment to finish chewing and swallow what he was eating. "I know." he said with very thinly veiled delight. "It's ******** amazing isn't it? It's just going to take one c**t saying the wrong thing and we are going to have another ******** burned down room on our hands."

He licked his fingers with the methodological patience of a man who didn't want to miss even an inch of frosting, and added. "Oh man I hope I'm that c**t."

She raised one tired eyebrow. Maybe she should have texted him back or something. "Oh." Well, they'd find out soon enough what it was.

"But that's good." That he was ok, not that he didn't know what this seminar would entail. "I'm alright. Still a little tired, and sore. Could be worse," she shrugged, hands in pockets. It could always be worse. "You still owe me a chat."