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Staring at Hanna with wide blue eyes she was not sure that there had been a greater moment of shock when it came to conversations her whole time on Deus. Like a fish her mouth opened and closed a few times before, very loudly, she set the record straight. "NO! Oh my God no!" It was a bit garbled and choked in her native Caribbean accent before she swore briefly. "I was flipping out on Twitter because Otto's been sleeping with this girl, Maebe, who has had several partners on the island. That makes him a slut by association or something which is ridiculous." This was a rage close to the redhead's heart for more than the fact it was simply Otto Graves being accused of it.

"It's all ******** Rep's fault. He says such random, bullshit things because his head is so far up his a** he can't see the d**k stuck in it." Wow. Crude much? Even Kidana was torn between a horrified gasp and a choke of laughter inside her head which only fueled the rage. "Otto's a friend. A really great friend. He recently lost his girlfriend as in she sleeps in the graveyard now. He didn't want to go to Disney alone and so he took me and we're friends. Good friends." This was not a case of the Lady Doth Protest Too Much. If she'd been banging Otto Hanna would have gotten every salacious detail, or at least, as many as she wanted.

Huffing and puffing not unlike a set of bellows she crossed her arms. "Everyone on this island is simultaneously obsessed with having sex and then making people feeling like s**t for doing just that. It's infuriating." Obviously.

It was hard to miss Jack's arrival. He was massively tall with green hair. Even in this sea of weirdos, that stood out. Hanna turned to her left toward him, a ghost of a smirk crossing her lips as she searched for his gaze, face half-hidden by the upturned hood on her red zipped sweater. She pushed the hood back, the spiky cut to her chin-length hair slipping into view. He had come after all. It pleased her. She was going to accept that at face value for now. The fact that he had arrived and then strayed to the side alone, much as she had when she first arrived here, only amused her more.

Before she could do anything else, Cami had begun to react to what had been a very serious question Hanna had posed moments earlier, in between texting Jack. Her voice was loud. Hanna glanced around to see if people were looking. "Damn, Cami, you're, uh, sort of being loud," she tried to interject, but the other girl kept going. The wind pushed a strand of hair across her eyes. Hanna tucked it behind an ear and waited until Cami finished.

Oh. So it wasn't Otto and Cami. It was that girl Maebe and Otto.

Her assumption was a mistake, but an easy one to make. Gossip spread worse on the island than it had in her middle school.

Plus, everything that Cami was saying was true. Hanna had only been back a couple months, but some things never changed. You couldn't fart without someone knowing about it. "It's a small pond so things spread, true or not," she said at last. "Sorry, I swear I wasn't trying to insult. I didn't know his girlfriend was the one who died." People had spoken about a girl who had died recently, very recently. She had a sister or something, though Hanna did not know either of them.

"I feel like the only thing I ever see Rep talking about on Twitter is sex or fighting so I don't understand why he would judge anyone -- oh god, this conversation is so weird. I am talking about people I have never really interacted with face to face. Twitter is weird. Twitter is infecting my brain." She shook her head. Prior to Deus, she didn't even use Twitter. It had been Facebook and nothing else.

Hanna leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "Look -- for what it's worth, I agree with you. People are judgmental pricks. It's in our DNA. And I was quick to believe it. Which probably makes me part of the problem." Plus... Cami had gone with Otto to Disney, and they hadn't known each other very long. A weekend trip alone seemed like the breeding grounds for, well, breeding -- not that conception was an actual possibility. When she had first heard, Hanna wondered if it was more than a friendly trip.

Cami's body language screamed defense, and Hanna felt kind of shitty about it. "Well, I guess I'm not getting a very interesting and detailed play-by-play about the bad decisions you have made lately then," she said, snapping for effect. Maybe some lightness would ease the awkward moment.

"I do hate this chair," Ian said with a laugh. "It makes me look like an invalid, which I most definitely am not. Plus it's just hard to navigate; I need someone to push me around, since it's hard to use my hands," he added, a little ruefully as he waved one, wrapped in gauze.

He was trying to act normal, trying to act calm, though inwardly he could feel the anxiety roiling in his chest. Ian scratched absently at the bandages around his neck and tried not to make Shiloh uncomfortable. They still had not Talked, but that would happen when it would happen, and this at least was something fun and lighthearted that might be able to ease some of the tension.

Maybe. Hopefully. Maybe if Finn didn't say something stupid, since Ian hadn't exactly figured out how to explain that to Shiloh yet. Not that that was anything much, but Ian still couldn't help but regret his earlier, less-than-intelligent actions.

Too bad Finn was in the same group as Ripley and Oliver were. Ian forced a smile.

"Yes, I'm sure it does," he answered blithely, still tugging on the bandages at his neck. "What's also explained is why Oliver here is so jumpy - ********, Oliver, you've gotta find better company than this guy here," he added with a grin, jabbing a thumb in Finn's direction without actually looking at him. "Shiloh's a helluva lot nicer, plus he has prettier hair."

It felt oddly good to be joking around, even with the tension thick in his shoulders. How long had it been that he'd slunk around in a heavy depression, drinking away his days and ignoring everyone and everything around him? And here he was now, in the midst of a group of (mostly) good people.

He relaxed, just a tiny bit, caught sight of a certain light haired hunter, and pulled out his phone.

Jeremy had been lurking, as he always tended to be anyway, but this time there was actually something interesting to be heard; it seems that Noemi wasn't going to sign up for the pageant! For silly reasons, it sounded like. No, Noemi couldn't not sign up! She was really pretty and cute and smart and - and she had to enter!

It was time to take matters into his own hands.




He handed in Noemi's form for her, and clapped his half gloved hands together to celebrate a job very well done.

Leon brought a sign to support Marcus in the pageant.

Blue paint on his T-shirt that said "Show them your abs Marcus."


Leon thought he was going to be fine.

"Oh my fuhkin gahd." Cee jumped and clenched her own heaving bust. But she was grinning. "You piecea s**t."

The hand then drifted to a silver crucifix she seemed to be wearing. It begged to question if she was religious, it was some sort of family connection, or she was just too italian. "They entered a beauty pageant. They can't be dat straight. Maybe somer just bendy." She leeeaaaned for emphasis.

"Ever thisis Mimi.." She pointed to the cute red headed girl next to her with the doe eyes and then Milo who she hadn't formally had a moment to meet yet, "And her tall drinka wudder friend."

He debated for a long while, wondering if she would be upset with him, but...

After several moments of internally warring with himself, Gale filled out a form:



He hastily turned it into Mark before he could change his mind.