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Petra managed to look up at Robert and Wash when she heard her name, her eyebrows lifting a little although her lids stayed firmly half-mast, interested by a little too out of it to really truly show it. Spotting where the two of them stood, Robert's arm on the poor boy's shoulder, seeing the pair of them and immediately knowing exactly what was going on.

"It never fails, every guy -- I make such good friends this way," she commented half to Jordan, waggling her fingers at Wash with a tired grimace-smile before looking over at the sun hunter after a second, "Do you want him?"

"I uh, right-" Wash shook his head and started to raise his hand, to show him his ring, belatedly realizing it was gone. Where it used to be was a quickly fading patch of lighter color.

"Thanks. I think I'll keep my fingers, if s'all the same to you." He laughed uncertainly, a deep bass that was quickly interrupted. He glanced at Jerry with some degree of surprise.

"No, man, I don't think we have-" he stopped to consider the question, frowning slightly. "Yeah, as a matter o'fact I do. I just, you know, didn't think it'd be somethin' to put on my resume, right?" He grinned. "I mean, it doesn't seem like you have a gospel choir or... No, nothing like that." He sighed suddenly. That HAD been an odd adjustment. Sunday mornings felt so... empty.

Jerry's eyes widened in wonderment, drawing in a slow gasp of amazement, his grip on Wash's shoulder suddenly tightening before he dragged him (somehow, the man was easily twice his size at least horizontally) to a chair, "As a matter of fact! I've been trying to start a choir! It's not er- spiritual or anything unless you want it to be, I'm open minded and all music is music if you have any requests or anything we'd be lucky to have a baritone like you!! I can just barely hit those notes but I'm definitely a more comfortable tenor and you'd be amazed how many people are afraid to just let it out it's a real therapeutic thing you know even just having people watch you're ok with people watching right I've only got a few instruments but it's more than before the holidays! Do you play the harmonica we only have one it's in the key of C but we can make it work I'm sure!"

Aleister looked tried as he finally managed to get into the room and slip into a chair yawning. The biggest problem was that he was still slightly hyper from the joy overload despite how long it'd been since the whole thing. He was jumping from the nearest shadow moving wrong.

<You really should try to calm down before you pass out from exhaustion. There's nothing that's going to get on the island that I can't take care of.>

Pookie had been trying to talk him down the whole time and sighed as Aleister looked hoping the mission was going to be an easier one. Something that preferably did not involve ninjas and crazy trees.

"I-"

"Well yes I-"

"Yes it's definitely thera-"

"Harmonica? No, can't say that I have..." he finished weakly. Wash could, well. He could whistle. Not that he was going to admit that now. He was also defintely not going to put on overalls and start singing zippity doo-dah. He glanced wildly over to Robert but he seemed otherwise occupied. Good luck indeed.

Someone's making friends, Sally quipped, sensing her partner's dismay. What's that saying? Don't look a gift hellhorse in the mouth.

He gulped.

"I'LL ******** KILL YOU MAN," Robert yelped out as Leon headlocked him, and he jumped out of his chair to try and fight the man off, using as many dirty and unsavory moves as possible. Face punching, groin kicking, biting, Robert was not against fighting dirty.

He couldn't ever give them a little more warning. Never ever. She had fifteen minutes to get to that room...damnit. Groaning unhappily, Candace got up out of bed; she was exhausted from being dumped hours and hours of cleaning duty. She didn't even ******** do anything, but at least they'd given her a little bit of recovery time. If only enough that when they realized she could function again she was good to get out of bed. Assholes.

She was sighing and straightening her coat out as she walked in, looking around and spotting Caelius sitting as pleasantly as ever at the head of the large table. Ah, what a delight. That man! Always so cheerful! So optimistic! He was such a great man to have around when one needed something happy ******** that he could still go die in a burning inferno. The next thing she saw--or rather, heard--was Jerry rambling on and on and on and on. About music. Candace glanced to the man who had his complete attention, chuckling a bit. She'd never seen him before but oh man, Jerry was excited. She was happy to see him making friends.

Candace quietly snuck up behind Jerry and gave him a surprise kiss on his cheek, sitting down in the open chair beside the man. "Hey, sweetie. Who's your new friend?" She asked cheerfully, scooting closer draping her arms over his shoulders from behind, resting her head on them. She gave Wash a little wave. "Hi~. You alright? You look...overwhelmed."

Of course a second later Robert was attacking Leon...she sighed and rolled her eyes, quietly mouthing 'idiot'.