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The instant Noemi pulled away, Milo pouted and made a point for her to see his expression. "I wasn't made for cold weather, yeah." He gave her hand a squeeze and leaned into her, almost draping himself upon her smaller frame as they trudged through the snow towards the lighthouse.

Yes, he was being a bit over dramatic, after all he had been through a few actual winters now and even snow (mostly because of the island). But it all made for a fun excuse to attach himself to the smaller girl - not like he ever needed to find one.

When it had become apparent that all parties involved were not in any way injured(physically), Peyton had taken a step back, watching in quiet amusement as Mark turned his attention from Caroline to Lucky. A wide, vaguely wicked little smile had spread along glossed lips as talk of a threesome turned rather quickly into something far more awkward, and not for any of the expected reasons. Adopted mother? Wanky.

It stopped being amusing when a familiar, and bone chilling, voice cut through all the chatter. Jake went flying, others were shoved unceremoniously aside, and Peyton wisely shifted herself out of the immediate line of fire. Her last big encounter with the Death lead had ended in gun shots, acid, and the loss of an eye...not her's, no, but the images had a way of lingering.

Talk of a mission wasn't surprising. And the petite Sun gave a very small sigh before shifting her scarf, and heading towards the lighthouse obediently. On the way she shot off a text to one Andrew Miller. She didn't want him to worry.



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Zeke had started paying attention when one of the louder hunters had gone flying. Cigarette still resting between his lips, he'd leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, watching as Caelius stomped over and started assaulting people and barking orders.

Orders that apparently included him, despite Zeke having not actually been a part of the little knot of people. ******** minutes later, he turned up at the lighthouse with his scarf pulled high, his hands in his pockets, and his coat zipped up to his chin. "A mission, goody."

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As a Death trainee, Gretchen should have been pretty used to Caelius' behavior at this point, but she still found his overly abrasive(was that even the right word? It didn't seem accurate) demeanor jarring. As always, she clammed up quickly when he showed up, remained silent as he gave his orders, and followed them obediently.

Rep's question provided a brief, though welcome distraction,and she looked up at him and his hot chocolate. "Uh, mission. He wasn' very generous with the details though." Offering an apologetic, and slightly strained smile, Gretchen slipped off.

She would be among the first to arrive at the lighthouse.



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It was really for the best that Liam had missed the whole Caroline-flirting-heavily-with-mark-about-threesomes thing. It would have been a bit disillusioning. He showed up after, alerted by the shouting, and slid silently up beside the tall red head as Caelius took his leave. She looked a bit...shaken.

He touched her arm gently. "Are you okay?"

Why did everyone look so nervous?



(Everyone is open to interaction. Because I'm a gluten for punishment)

Melvin loved the snow. Usually it was icy and covered this time of year back home, and he was always disappointed when he couldn't wear his best sweaters due to the constant heat and humidity of the island. Since swimming was out now, he instead walked the grounds enjoying the sound of the snow crunching under his booths as he looked out into the coating of white all around.

That was until he saw a collection of people around several leads and coming closer, heard them all be unceremoniously volunteered to go to the Lighthouse for a mission.

He had just been in the jungle mission and then the Library one right after that. He - kind of just wanted to make a snowman.

Moving closer, he looked about at the group. "What's going on?"

And all of a sudden, Lucky.

Gale attempted to shove him off, shaking snow from his hair as he gave Caelius a suspicious look.

"What mission are we going on now?" he grumbled, climbing to his feet.

In previous years, Oliver had resisted the urge to go out into the snow, instead hiding away in the labs to get work done. Right now though, papers were filed, reports were signed, and he had no good distractions and no good reasons to not indulge his cold-appreciating Canadian heritage.

Thankfully he missed the unfortunate naked misunderstanding. If he had been a little bit luckier, or a little less efficient with his work that afternoon, he might have also missed the Death division lead ordering them to the lighthouse straight away in the most spectacular fashion. Bodies were flying and everything.

Oliver looked around nervously, trying to figure out if his awkward timing had gotten him included in the group.

Snow wasn't something that Tommy shied away from, but nor was it really so enchanting that it drew him like a moth to a flame. More, to him, it was just a slightly inconvenient challenge to his outdoor workout regimen, especially since there was a fine line between dressing warm enough for the chill and light enough to not sweat his butt off in.

The gathering of trainees and hunters outside was difficult to avoid, and so was the sight of several of those being tossed around like rag dolls by the death lead. Tommy skidded to a halt during his run around the building, turned an ear to listen, and grinned widely at the mention of a mission.

He loved missions.

Dark eyes flitted through the crowd for any familiar face, and the first to be spotted was Oliver, a person who he'd become fairly close with over the past year. With smile still plastered across his face, he jogged over, and looped an arm around the young mans neck, pulling him down for a noogie.

"Hello my friend~" He said, cheerfully, while turning to drag Oliver towards the lighthouse. "It seems as if we are in for an exciting day!"

The petite Death realized slowly things got weird when Mark pointed to Lucky, who was known as Mimsy's brother. She had no idea what the Death Assistant meant by threesome between Mimsy's brother, maybe Mimsy's mother and him at all. Thing got weirder when the redhead she wasn't familiar with stuttered in words and the said Lucky attempted to hide behind her, which was pretty useful regarding her size.

Her eyes travelled between Caroline and Lucky, when someone who made her hold her breathe approached and Lucky disappeared. If some became rigid out of fear, Shu's reaction was for another reason. Frankly speaking, it's respect and fangirling. Never had she been at that close distance to the Death Lead, at the few seconds he spent, her eyes rolled widely, pinned on him without blinking. The internal screams she made had drove the beast crazy.

Fanning the heat off her face, Shu acknowledged all the hunters were called for another mission. How nice of him of informing him personally instead of sending cold text? Shu figured the Death Lead wanted to join their fun as well, but he seemed a bit awkward. The small huntress smiled and waved at Lucky, "Are you alright? And does another one pass out? We get only five minutes~"

Her eyes were sparkled with excitement and curiosity, their leader always gave challenging tasks and help pushing their limits. Melvin's voice caught her attention and a swift reply was given. "Our leader came and informed us that we've to arrive at ligthhouse in five minutes for a mission - maybe four minutes thirty something now." She well used her remaining time to build a small tiny snowman while giving a watchful glance to the stiff Caroline, who was approached but another hunter.

Mik was glum. He'd been happy in the house with everyone. He cared about all of them, Melvin, Rodney, Melody. He'd hoped that in time their little strange family that wasn't quite a family would be able to mend all the wounds he'd built up and that he'd be able to properly reconcile with his dad.

And then in the space of a few days it was all over and he was back at square one, with a brother who told him everything he'd learned and built up over his time here was somehow wrong, a bother who told him that he needed to get a girlfriend and that being gay wasn't acceptable at all.

The snow should have cheered him up, he liked the snow, it reminded him of ice skating and winter. In his head Fen approved of it also.

It didn't totally. "Yeah we are." he said. "But weird stuff like this happens all the time here. Last time the snow stayed for weeks."