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After talking about treats and hot chocolate, Molly’s brows furrowed and she stared up at the ceiling, a bit lost. “…Or maybe there are seven divisions?” She murmured to herself. “I heard something about a Shower Division too…” Oh dear. She needed to go double check her facts after she took care of Dylon!

She snapped her attention back to Dylon, just in time to hear his compliment, and her cheeks immediately burned red. She waved one of her hands. “O-oh, no! Not at all! You’re way too kind, ah…” Still with her hold on his hand, Molly started to lead the way out. “Th-this way, please!” The Mist trainee then showed Dylon off to the weapon’s cove, and sent him on his way with a cup of hot chocolate and a rice krispie treat.

There was one life hunter alone on duty today, idly absorbing the contents of a very large book on the history of runic weaponry and brushing shaggy black and green hair out of his face every time it fell in front of his eyes. Pod duty was actually one of the more desirable duties for someone with his aversion to busywork and strength. Nothing ever happened on pod duty. That was what was so great about it.

There was a beep and a brief hiss that punctuated the electrical hum of the pod room.

Szczeosny peered over the edge of his book, eyes darting from row to row. Movement down one of them. He immediately dropped the book and darted down the aisle of sealed pods. This was what he got for requesting pod duty so much. Sooner or later he'd actually have to do something, and apparently that day was today.

"You are alive!" he observed unhelpfully in a heavy Polish accent. A few seconds later he realized he should probably do something and reached out to try and steady the guy. He flashed the new guy a nervous smile and pushed his glasses up his face with a free hand. "Uh. Congratulations on this."

"An island," he explained hesitantly, "in middle of Bermuda Triangle, I think. Is, uh, not so important the vhere as the vhat."

"Island is headquarters of Deus Ex Machina, the Hunters." Unconsciously he ran his free right hand through his hair. "And you are newest Hunter. On good day ve are protecting vorld from shadows and Fear. And all the things made of it."

"Heh, I admit is actually quite fascinating to see though... Is emotion, but matter? I can show you sometime the sciences behind it, is really very clever." His limited vocabulary couldn't quite convey what his voice did, shifting from awkward stuttering to quiet excitement. The life hunter's mind seemed to have wandered completely away from 'introductory speech'. He looked a good deal more comfortable and happy when he rambled about science, and seemed to realize it himself after a time.

"Vhat... did you say your name vas?" he asked, tentative once more.

There were still too many cakes and Mimsy still wasn't sleeping. This was difficult but manageable, a thin and delicate balance that she calculated to the smallest of variables. She had not, however, included her required presence for mandatory pod duty in her solutions.

After some deliberation (and maybe a bit of whispering third-party suggestion), she came to the conclusion that she could casually bribe other people to monitor the pods while she...well. Didn't.

Her time thus far at Deus indicated that the best way to go about this was to bring another cake and share some sort of caffeinated beverage. Unfortunately, staying awake was best achieved with caffeine, so sharing her coffee was out of the question. It took a bit of searching, but she eventually located some abandoned tea and stole it for science. With substantially less searching, Robert and Quinn were 'borrowed' for a celebratory tea party in the pod room. She didn't explain what they were celebrating; she assumed she wouldn't have to.

She sat with them in a small circle in front of one of the pods (because humans were not crucial equipment), cake in the middle and teacups equally distributed, idly steeping a second pot of tea. She'd had none so far - all of the tea that she poured for herself was slowly and discretely deposited in Robert's cup, keeping it topped off after each sip.

"THIS s**t KEEPS GETTING BETTER. Are you spikin' my drink? You're spikin' my drink aren't you? That's the only reason why my tea could possibly taste better every ********' time I sip it." Robert took another sip, and waved his free hand around wildly. "YOU SEE?" He waved the cup at Quinn, sloshing it. "YOU SEE!?"

Nobody saw anything. He was just tasting more of Mimsy's tea with each sip.

"Listen. Buddy. If I start saying inappropriate things, you gotta put me down, okay?" He had bent in and whispered this to Quinn, but his whispers were like regular speaking, and really wasn't hiding anything. "I'd ask Mimsy but she's probably the person I'd be doing inappropriate things too. HAHA." He slapped Quinn's back hard - maybe too hard - and got back to his tea.

"SWEAR TO GOD SHE'S TRYIN' TO GET ME DRUNK. I'ma be sittin' naked on one of these pods any minute now."

The discovery of someone in her personal bubble of space who had not yet gone through the necessary requirements to be accepted within her personal bubble of space presented Mimsy with a problem that needed to be solved at risk of immediate shutdown. She slid away from Quinn, which positioned her even closer to Robert. This might have been fine, had he not chosen that exact moment to 'whisper' about inappropriate things.

She choked on imaginary tea and struggled to breathe, burying her face in the crook of her arm.

Roland of course was being no help to Mimsy as he had just recieved a notice from a near by computer that a pod was coming too. He had stopped by the pod rooms during his rounds to drop off a report on a few errors in a readout when the notice came in about a pod opening.

This of course also meant he was now standing behind Robert and Mimsy as the pod opened.

"....When did we start greeting newbies with tea parties?" He looked at Quinn, "You look new too." He looked at Mimsy, "Was this your idea?" He looked at really-new-newbie in the pod. "Morning Princess. Watch your step, we have cake."