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"Apparently." Rep muttered grimly. He had pronounced shadows under his eyes, moreso than usual and apparently combing his hair had been forgone in favour of showing up, the half grown in white mullet side had somehow fared even worse than the long one. "I guess we got lucky for a change."

He shot the side table a look before his stomach positively twisted with nauseousness. No it was still way too ******** early to be eating anything.

"It's way too early," Jordan grumbled, and resisted the urge to do something about Rep's hair. It was difficult. After a moment, he said, "I need coffee, don' let anyone take my spot," and got up. A cup of coffee would improve his mood, wake him up a little, and give him something to do with his hands.

"Better than nothing. Marginally," Jordan answered, and went over to the table, ignoring the "food" on display. He added sugar, for once, because the burned smell told him that Rep was right about the provenance of the stuff, then returned to his spot, paper cup in hand.

After a few sips, he gave in to the impulse still nagging at him and reached over to smooth down the worst flyaway bits of Rep's morning hair. The longer half was a mess, but the shorter half was an incredible mess, and it was going to keep bugging him if he didn't do anything.

Since his awakening on the island, Oliver had experienced no shortage of nightmares. But this one, long and detailed and cumulating in his own death at the hands of his clone... When he woke up he was in an anxious state comparable to his first day on Deus. Which landed him in the infirmary on sedatives until he calmed down to claim his weapon.

His whole body seemed to tremble as he took a seat in time for the announcements. Light eyes darted back and forth nervously. It was hard to say if one good scare would have him fleeing like a spooked rabbit, or simply keeling over of a heart attack in his seat.

As of yet, Peyton was not aware that Noah and Maebe had any sort of history, no matter how slight it might be. Her attention was on the other blonde as she asked about the dream, if it had been anything like New Years, and she gave a small shake of her head that sent curls tickling over Maebe's face before she realized it and smoothed them back, settling again with her temple resting on gold curls. She started to answer in the negative, but Noah arrived before she'd gotten out much more then a 'no', and she paused to offer him a bright smile.

She hadn't noticed his hesitation before he'd taken his seat, which was probably for the best, because she would have wondered about it, and she would have worried about it, and it would have eaten at her until she'd pressed him about it. But he sat down, and she gave a small chuckle as Maebe leaned a little around her to ask him about his dreams in a very Maebe-ish tone. Peyton was used to the Moon by now, she didn't blush nearly as much in the face of near continuous innuendo, but noting the slight rise of color on Noah she figured he was not quite as accustomed.

So she reached out and she took his hand as he answered the other girl, running small fingertip along the ring finger on his left hand as a reminder of one of the more pleasant aspects of the dream. "Nope, not all bad."

As the hunter that had been setting up the chairs up front addressed them she gave a small, distasteful frown, nose wrinkling. It figured that they'd have to give a report, but there were things she'd seen that she really didn't care to share. The prospect of food was nice, but she was used to what Deus handed out, and she was also still suitably weary of eating things after the whole cake thing in the dream.

With a soft huff she gave Noah's hand a tight squeeze, drawing it into her lap, but she'd turned her head that little so she could look at the Moon from the corner of her eye. "Anyways, no it wasn't like New Years. It was like a video game, only it was based on Alice in Wonderland. Like an adventure game. And we were all different job classes based on characters in the book. I was a gyphon, Noah was a dormouse, and there was also caterpillar, had hatter, and...um." She frowned, pausing as she tried to recall the last.

"Maybe we can after this, if nothing goes horribly wrong," Jordan said, and rapped on the wooden bench with his knuckles. He'd always been mildly superstitious, and being a Hunter hadn't done anything to alleviate that tendency. "Wonder how many people had the dream. Must've been significant if H is calling an assembly over it."

He yawned too and took another sip of his coffee. "Would've preferred to stay in bed longer."

Marcus was given an early morning scowl, Gale's lips twitching slightly as he slanted his head towards the other man. Without dignifying Marcus with a response, Gale said to Davey, "Don't mind him, Marcus is just overcompensating after having missed a few key things in his life."

But there may or may not have been a tiny smirk on Gale's face.

Gale tilted his head against Stormy's, idly chewing on a piece of granola bar, and then said, a little warily, "That doesn't sound very...normal. Well," he amended, "it sounds normal for here, but I'm surprised I didn't dream anything. The last time we had something similar happen was during New Year's, and it seemed like everyone was a part of that."

He hadn't missed Otto's arrival. The newly turned Sun Hunter was given a curious look, Gale's foot nudging Otto's ankle, a questioning look on his face.