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Since one buddy had not messaged her back again, and one boyfriend had not yet checked his phone, Peyton turned her own off and set it in her lap as Maebe came over and took a seat beside her. "Hey," she greeted, chuckling as Maebe dropped her head onto Peyton's shoulder and bi-colored curls mingled to the point where it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. With a soft hum the smaller of the two tipped her head so her temple came to rest on the top of the other girl's head.

"I am, too. And tired." Worn out, more like.

"I wonder what the meetings for." She asked it to fill the silence, fairly certain Maebe was just as clueless on the subject. "I thought maybe because of the dream, but if not everyone experienced it, then maybe not."

Oh joy. In spite of his dry expression, there was a spark of interest when Chel mentioned distortion rifts. "Such as the one which appeared on New Years?" he asked, wanting to clarify. More of them had happened? He wasn't so much interested in the mundane scenarios, but the way things were being phrased around them, Jack supposed it was something more.

He brought his cup back up for a sip. "That is my job," he told Milo with an air of pride. "I have already converted one innocent to the caffeine cult. Join us. You won't regret it."

(Corruption was a fun game to play, even in the minor leagues.)

Jack didn't bat an eye as Finn settled down, instead rolling them as he drank. "What counts as '******** up' now? I had a very quaint dream last night involving a surgical saw and a botched operation, for instance," he said almost pleasantly, or as pleasantly as Jack occasionally got. "Terribly gruesome, very messy. Lovely music, though."

But this seemed to be endemic at the very least. He became a little more alert. "At least give me a little detail," he asked of them, ignoring Chel's innuendo. "It sounds like this infected quite a few of the hunters."

Pietro's gaze caught on Mimsy and remained there as he tested the mic.

As much as Shu tried, it wasn't enough to truly lift Mimsy's spirits. Robert's expression tilted into a pout for no more than a second, before he was lifted up once more. "Come on, tyke. Find us some good seats, so I can pour her into one." He reached down to grab the hands that had fallen in front of her, and held them clasped together at her chest. Then he walked, his legs clumsily clumping beside her with each step. It was awkward to walk this way, which was sort of the point - and if Shu was still in their arms, that made it even more hilariously awkward.

The more awkward it was, the better Robert felt.

"So this was your first mind f...un, huh. Whaddya think about Deus now?" He asked Shu, curious as to whether the world they'd fought in had changed her mind for the better, or for the worse.

"He's already succeeded, with me. I mean, I fully subscribe to miniskirt mondays. In fact, every day should be miniskirt monday." She crossed her legs for emphasis, pressing the top crossed one against the girl beside her. "You need more miniskirts."

So other people were admitting they'd been in the dream. Maebe fell quiet at that, considering for a split second whether or not the truth was worth holding back on.

And then the second was over, and she decided that yes, yes it was.

"What did you guys do in this one? Was it like the New Years fiasco?"

Gripping his hand, America finally looked at Konstantin with a tight smile that relaxed the moment she truly took him in. "God, I missed you so much, Kon," it was exhaled suddenly, like they'd been building in her to the point where she just couldn't hold them in anymore. She gave a small laugh that stopped as it began to break around the edges. "It kept showing you to me and taking you away again."

Pietro did look away, even as he tapped the mic, causing a loud squeal. He leaned over to make an announcement, still staring as he spoke, "Additional complications caused by the intensive dream state, coupled with the spike of emotional energies and heightened memory generation have caused a small delay in the doctor's arrival." His voice was a monotone that would be extremely boring if not for an odd intensity that made it sound like everyone was about to die. Very soon.

Still watching Mimsy, Pietro continued, "Reports have a 98% chance of being requested by the end of the day. Please collect your thoughts now to expedite this process. If you have any memory gaps, please report to the infirmary after the assembly. You will not be missed." The man didn't blink as he stared, instead his eyes seemed to get wider and more protuberant and glossy. "The Moon division has kindly brought breakfast. Please eat it promptly, any leftovers will be recycled for lunch."

A bead of sweat formed on his brow, and his eyes grew even wider but still he continued to stare, "If you didn't experience the shared dreamsphere, it is suggested that you take this time to consider what you are lacking. Please try to improve and do better next time."

Rep immediately assumed this meant he was probably lacking something. He was not actually sad to be missing whatever had meant his dreams had mostly been harmless and no worse than any other night. For one thing it meant his report would be ******** short, which was always a bonus.

The new guy, presumably the assist seemed uniquely deplorable out of the recent array of new bloods for the blood god, but Rep had always ******** hated those councillor types. Do better.

Arsehole.