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Ferros was right; this was an incredibly bad time for this. ******** mission, personal concerns shouldn't be intruding on this, he knew better. Jordan got up, settling his expression into a blank mask. He wasn't hurt; he should be making himself useful and not worrying about what he might have ******** up.

- Group hug - wait, what? Then he spotted the jar of cookies Wash was holding. Oh hell no. Jordan was going to find one of the newer trainees and haul them out on patrol, because he was damn well going to be doing something and staying out of the way.

There was a girl in a Mist coat over by the guy who'd shouted about group hugs; she appeared to be uninjured. On the way to the tent flap, Jordan paused to tap her shoulder. "If you're not in need of medical attention, I want some backup on patrol," he said, not quite snapping. "Come with me." He stalked out of the tent.



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Wash grinned and waved as Jerry and his friends trooped out for a patrol, looking decidedly cheerier. He even let out a deep chuckle as he spotted him HUGGING the feisty redhead from before. Wonders never cease! "I didn't bake 'em, man. She did!" He pointed back to Julie.

He moved around the tent, distributing cookies to more trainees, each time with an encouraging word and a smile. "Hey, Aliester I think? Looking good! Got you some of that bug action? Yeah! Here, have something to munch on."

"Have we met? Here, have something to eat before you go out there. Working on that tan today, man." He offered a cookie to Before as well.

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Otto returned from patrol duty sporting a couple of scratches. Nothing major. His Fear shield was still up and he could have lasted another round or two without worry. Still, it never hurt to be prepared, so he stopped in the infirmary tent to get himself patched up before the next assignment.

"I'm Wash, nice to meet ya," he replied jovially, offering his non-jar-laden hand to shake. And, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he thrust his other arm out to present the jar to their newly arrived compatriot.

"Cookie?"

Cookie?

Otto was getting really hungry. And he was also a big fan of sweets. This was like a sign. A sign that he should not question why an army had cookie rations. So with a nod and not much thanks, Otto grabbed a cookie and devoured it without much grace.

And then things got.. weird.

What happened to all that doom and gloom he'd been feeling throughout the whole mission? He'd been so depressed and hopeless, but now a new feeling was welling up. Maybe it was that cookies in general were awesome, but... Otto felt happier. Happiness he thought he could never feel. Not since the joy outbreak.

While he didn't smile (yet) he did seem a lot less grumpy. Suddenly though, he decided he needed to make all of the friends. This could be their last mission ever! He needed to love! Love everyone!

He patted the dark man's shoulder firmly, nodding his head with a serious look on his face. "Thank you, man." Otto couldn't hold back, he gave Wash a big, tight hug. "You're awesome."

With that, Otto ran forth, intent on making friends everywhere.

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Ofelia was slow, so very slow, and by the time she'd managed to get on the battlefield the fight was over and so then by the time she got into the infirmary everyone was already out and about doing patrols.

The sun and heat was harsh and she was tired, so Ofelia sort of stood rather useless inside the infirmary for now. She'd figure something out eventually but for the moment she was just trying to make her breathing stop hurting.

Wilson nodded, glad to hear Sherry was still well. “That’s good. Looks like Aleister and I made it through pretty well,” he answered. He turned back toward his fellow death trainee to wipe off a bit more gunk from the blonde’s coat. Wilson kept smiling even as he shook it off from his own hands, letting it lightly splatter to the floor and onto his own jacket.

His lips pursed together as he watched a couple of the trainees argue with each other. A survey of the other tent occupants revealed other, older hunters giving the pair a critical eye. A part of Wilson wondered if he should walk over and try to break it up, but Harrison and later Rep had already exited the tent. Wilson nodded to Aleister. “No problem.”

Suddenly there were cookies being passed around. He gave the cookies in Wash’s hands a predatory look until his weapon kindly directed him toward the unusual aftereffects. There was a long pause from Wilson as he debated. To take or not to take, that was the question, but it was such a difficult question for him to answer. He decided to think about it later and shift his attention toward Ofie, who had finally arrived. Wilson cracked a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay. Do you need help?”

Rep gave Michael a very nonplussed look and had to wonder why the other man was being so damn perky. It wasn't normal.

"I've had my fill of ******** hugs today man." Jerry's hug from earlier had been scarring enough.