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Team Roland was blasting off again.

Robert took a moment to watch that one in particular. It was a good shot. Clearly, he'd adjusted perfectly again and-

"Clear!"

He turned around, just in time to see that someone else had snuck in and started using his machine. Already in a bad mood, Robert stomped his foot aggressively, and then climbed up onto the catapault itself.

"STOP ********' AROUND!" He yelled down to his fellow lifer, shaking the harness that he was holding in his hand, and very much not on his body. "GO FIX AND USE YOUR OWN!"

He plopped down in the seat, folded his arms in front of him, and boycotted the use of his catapault like a child.

Roland's return made his hissy fit disappear, as someone - someone - finally complimented him. Robert couldn't help himself. He smiled.

It was so rare that he did something worth complimenting anymore.

"Thanks, man. You ripped it up, out there, yourself."

Shiloh squeaked as Ian dragged him unexpectedly into a hug, and he nearly toppled over entirely, just managing to grab the edge of the launcher in time to steady and rebalance himself. The slime transfer was obvious, but Ian didn’t seem to mind, so Shiloh let him hug him, patting him gently on the back.

“But I’m not,” Shiloh said and he leaned back a little so he could flash Ian another smile. He tried to brush some of the bright blue goo from Ian’s shirt, but the substance clung to his fingers, and he succeeded only in making a mess. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d survived either, but the simple fact remained; he wasn’t dead. And they had a job to do. Shiloh refused to think of anything else until this was all over.

“Besides, it’s your turn against it next and you have my shirt and you promised to take me clubbing, so, you know, you’d better buck up, Chicken.”

He grinned, and reached up to ruffle Ian's hair, frowning when he forgot that his hand was covered in slime.

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Kat watched the group a moment, a little surprised that Solomon didn't even know what the moon division was. Looks like he was definitely fresh out of the pods. Poor guy.

Following the small group of suns, the huntress half grinned at the sight before her. "Well now.. I've always wanted to get launched." She snorted, shaking her head lightly. "Well, I guess we can all meet again later." She said, looking to the others. "Stay safe." With that said and a mock salute, she parted from the group, now in search of her own partner.

Weaving through the crowd of hunters, Kat finally came across one hunter, a trainee with green hair, who appeared to have no partner as of yet. Grinning, she strode towards him, clasping her hand upon his shoulder. "Hey there pretty boy. You're with me."

Molly landed on the tail, again. She was scared out of her wits, again. She didn’t want to let go, again…

But like before, she wanted down, again.

She readied her weapon, again...

Then she lost her footing, and she dropped her weapon she was 'borrowing'.

Oh.

She let out a horrified gasp and covered her mouth.

"I have performance anxiety." She whispered, horrified, and since she didn't have that weapon anymore...well, there wasn't much else she could do. Shamefully, Molly zip lined back down to the ground and too Dakota, looking utterly ashamed.

"I dropped it." She whispered, haunted. "Shawty, I have performance anxiety."

Hearing her voice, he turned his head, giving her his best death glare.
"Are you CRAZY? You could have KILLED ME."
Not to mention he was pretty sure being dead wouldn't help with his memory.

"I don't think so Handsome." She rested her chin in her hand and smiled at him coyly, "Sherry would've been upset if I killed you. Although I guess that means I can steal her away from you." She waggled her eyebrows before holding her hand out to him to help him up. "But you have to admit right, it was fun. I'm a little jealous."

Not even a ******** smidge jealous.

Finn was already holding the straps in hand as she approached, his smirk, which was a flash of white on a face stained glowing blue, growing wider by the second. Oho, moonstone, was it? He lifted the restraints higher with an unmistakably evil glint in his eyes.

"Step right up, darling, this isn't my first time." He waited until she was near enough, and then made no hesitations to get right up into her personal space, likely smearing her in the same blue goop he was covered with himself, though much of it was beginning to dry. making it less and less of an issue. With nimble hands that were obviously used to handling ropes and belts, he was able to slide everything into the appropriate positions on her body, hands gliding over her form in what might have seemed like a very deliberate manner as he circled around her and made sure she was secure, before placing two hands on her shoulders from behind and leaning forward.

"You know, at this point, I might even consider this a second date. Just one more to go, kitten." He breathed into her ear, the amusement in his voice impossible to miss.

Apparently near death experiences made him forget that he wasn't supposed to be flirting with anyone.

"Alright you just tell me when you're ready, sunshine. I won't launch you until you say so." At least he could be somewhat gentlemanly over the matter. Of course, that was until he remembered what Abbi told him to say, and he let out a bark of laughter.

"Hey, Fini. What time is it??"

Once she was ready to go, and quite possibly even if she wasn't he sent her on her way, all the while thinking, Adventure Time, baby.

.....Finn apparently had fantastic aim.

(( stability/aim points: 10 + 5 (moon bonus) = 15 ))