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Mission Impossible Fail

Peyton grabbed a foot as it came out of the vent, steadying Otto so he could climb down without falling. She was smiling, taking some manner of amusement out of the situation-- Because let's be honest, it was pretty funny. --but it disappeared as she got a good look at his face. it wasn't the anger that had her resting a hand on his shoulder, but how very pale he looked when he cursed those remaining in the vents.

"Hey," she touched his chin, trying to get his attention back on her, and when she got it she pulled him down into a tight, albeit brief, one armed hug. She didn't need to know why he looked like he was ready to have a heart attack, only that he did. And if he wanted the hug to last longer, that was just fine, too.

When she let him go she caught up his hand before jumping off the table, drawing him down with her. Two feet safely on the ground, she turned to Kostya, raising her voice. "No mercy, Blast the ******** out of them."

So she was a little protective of the people she cared about, so what?

Mission Impossible Fail

"Ve are not 'bro', Dakota," Kostya said, the low whine of Syntax charging a blast audible. The traumatic shower experience came to mind, and he pursed his lips at the thought.

He saw Otto escaping a vent nearby, and found it intriguing. America had not informed him that Otto was up there, but it sounded as though he had been coerced into it: in fact, he looked like a cross between terrified and miserable.

The small girl Otto leaned on issued an order, but she was an unknown factor. But...

America had told him to do two things: keep the food stocked, and keep other boys out.

He loosed another blast at the vent. "Intruder alert," he said, reciting what Syntax was gleefully crowing in his head, "access violation."

Arriving / Cake-n-Cass

She had debated on how wise it was to attend a 'girls only' party again. And came to the conclusion she could use a little girl time. It would be a nice change for a night... right? Maybe? Hopefully not a dangerous one.

Fini had slipped in quietly, observing what was already going on.

And frowned as shots were fired somewhere.

SIGH.

The sun trainee maneuvered over to the table with all the goods, stealing some cake and offering Cass a smile. Cass was safe, right? Right?!

Mission Impossible Fail

The hug helped, if only a little. Were he not in danger of being stared at by a room full of people? He would have held it longer. His trembling waned slowly, the adrenaline of being so terrified not quelled so easily. Worser yet he'd never admit what had him so shook up. He had to pretend he was just that angry.

He was off the table, Peyton in hand, and all he wanted to do was flee as discreetly as possible. He jumped when the vents fell, pouring out a double scoop of losers.

Maybe he could run now, while they all looked to them...

Mission Impossible Fail

Chantelle just stared as it started raining men from above. She recognised two of them for sure, one had shot her in the head, the other well..

"Jerry?" she called out in surprise. "Are you ok?"

Mission Impossible Fail/Truth or Dare Wheel

Peyton was honestly surprised that he'd let her hug her, and that he hand't jerked his hand out of hers. It made her glance at him, a small frown forming. Maybe she was spending too much time with Taym. Regardless, she gave his hand a tight squeeze, glancing around the room, and to her relief, not finding anyone glaring in their direction. It didn't look like anyone seemed to care that Otto was there, not with Dakota and Jerry falling through the ceiling.

It didn't seem like anyone cared, and Otto still looked a little pale. Unless he insisted on leaving, Peyton was going to try to keep him around for a little bit. Just until he looked like he was feeling better.

So she gave him a small nudge towards a pile of pillows near the truth or dare wheel, grabbing a box of chocolates on the way, as well as a couple of sodas. When they got to the cushions, another nudge pushed him down, and the chocolates were dropped into his hands. "No ones going to touch you." I won't let them hung unspoken in the air. Sinking down beside him, she popped the tab on her soda before setting the second can on the floor in front of the Death hunter. Once settled she pegged him with a serious look. "Are you okay?"

Mission impossible Fail:

Dakota looked miserable as Jerry pushed off him. Sitting up, he crossed his legs and looked to Kostya and the ladies.

"I'm ready for the punishment." There was no point in even arguing, his luck was always getting caught. And he wouldn't play the sympathy card like Jerry was...His vision was obscured from Otto, otherwise he would apologize.

Instead, he looked at the hoard of ladies, lifting his chin.

And got a bean bag to the face...

"It hurts more then I thought it would..." He returned by scrambling behind another bean bag.

Mission Impossible Fail
"I believe you." she said sympathetically. "There are a lot of bullies on this like, island. " Otto in particular got a meaningful look.

"But this is a girls only party. I don't know like, if getting your nails done and watching girly movies is your thing."