Welcome to Gaia! ::

So. There was a bit of rustling and bustling in the dorms. It was hard to miss it. It was a like a silent echo across the trainee dorms. New blood. While those that had awoken from the first batch had settled in, were now becoming more battle hardened, and slowly getting into the flow of just what being a hunter meant, the arrival of even newer members had set a bit of a stir on the trainee dorm floor. People came and went and no matter how it was done, it wasn’t hidden. Newbies had arrived.

But how could they, the old group dubbed ‘the strays’, really welcome the new arrivals? Pull some nasty hazing pranks? No, they would leave that to Caelius and Dr. H. Gifts? Of what? Leftovers from the cafeteria? The most simple solution is sometimes said to be the best one, and so it was with easy that some doors were simply left open. A silent invitation to interact. Personally, Marcus was hoping to meet some of those from the new bunch. And hey, maybe even some he hadn’t hung out with before. He was leaning against the door frame of his own room, hoping to see one of these newbies.

And maybe warn them about Caelius and his hair PMS.

((AN ORP FOR THE OLDBIE TRAINIEES AND NEWBIES YAY NEWBIES))

Ryan had just spent most of the day napping. Which, after spending all morning with a horrible headache, sore limbs and a mouthy weapon, was something he seriously needed and though waking up in an unfamiliar room was a bit strange, he was sure he'd get used to it. He would have to.

"Think we should explore a little?" He asked Locke, who had thankfully, remained quiet while he slept. It was still strange talking to him--him being a weapon and all. But at least his personality was somewhat easy to get along with.

:Probably one of the smarter things to do. I mean, you were going the completely wrong way before when you were looking for the dorms... Way to go!:

Ryan gave a snort and pushed the door to his room open, making his way down the halls and towards--what he hoped was the building entrance.

Funny though... The hallways were almost quiet. Something that he found strange. Then again, this place was a lot more strict than any dorms he had been to, so maybe it wasn't all that surprising?

There's new trainees. Gonna go take their weapons? Hm? HM? Gonna go find a new shiny and try to slaughter people with that? HMMMM? Atropos still wasn't cooperating. Candace had even been trying to summon her to no avail, she would summon for all of a few seconds before forcing herself into her desummoned form again. It was getting frustrated but Candace couldn't give up; she had a huge ******** mess to clean up. Maybe a nice jog? Perhaps she could even get some company for it. Stretching her arms high up over her head and stepping out of her room...to another party? Well, no. Not a party, just the hall that was usually empty and quiet had several people in it for once.

One of them was someone she didn't recognize. Giving a wave to Cass and Marcus, Candace walked over to where Gale was making nicenice with one of the new trainees. She folded her arms on Gale's head and leaned her weight into them, putting her head on her arms and using the young boy like her own personal armrest. "Ohhh, are you one of the new guys? Nice to meet you. Name's Candace. I was Epsilon Ten?" She extended an arm to offer the boy her hand, grinning pleasantly. Newbies. Newbies who could take the brunt of the abuse Caelius had been throwing at them since the beginning, newbies who didn't know of her ******** up. Yes. This was good.

"What's your division?" Candace asked, leaning over to try and peek at the back of Ryan's coat.

Vanessa had finally figured out where her room actually was, and had spent some time putting out a few of the things she'd brought. There was a picture of Vivian put up and a few pairs of clothing stashed wherever necessary around the room. She'd found her coat and sash laying out of the bed, and quickly donned them both. She hadn't even bothered to unlace her combat boots, and simply placed her things on her bed, unshoveling out some of her cargo pockets before looking back to her doorway.

Quietly, she opened her door and walked out, glancing down the hallway to see that some other young adults had apparently assembled outside while she was 'unpacking'. She recognized one as Ryan, who had awakened with her group, and...he'd said his name was Deryk, if she was remembering correctly.

:: Hey, hey Vanessa. You going to go talk to them? ::

Vanessa gave a slight nod, glad that the tesla-cannon wasn't cracking jokes for once. Perhaps it was because he was unsummoned at the moment (taking the form of a little tesla-cannon-like-lantern pendant), but whatever had stopped his contant joking recieved a mental thanks from Vanessa. She closed her door quietly behind her, and approached the figures in the hallway, raising a hand to give the ones she recognized a slight wave. To the others, she gave a slight nod and said, "So, can I assume that most of you are from...Bix's awakening?" She had paused on the name of the albino, making sure it was the right nickname before ending. It would be good to figure out how long these other trainees had been out for.

Vanessa then overheard one of the girls, the one with dark hair, mentioning the Epsilons. "Excuse me, but did you say you were Epsilon Ten?" She asked, looking over the girl for a moment before giving her a slight smile. "I'm Vanessa. I was Epsilon Three." It was nice to see another of her old team-mates around.

Coming to a halt once he was closer to the small gathering, Deryk grinned while peeking out from under his hood. He took a moment to look over the other unfamiliar faces, before turning his attention to the other blonde.

"Oh! I'm Deryk. Deryk Bond. Wasn't on the island either so don't got one of those fancy code names. Though. I guess we could make up our own if we wanted. Might be kinda cool," he mused.

He stopped there, to look at the others again.

"So you guys been around for a few months like Bix then? Maybe longer?" he asked. Vanessa had asked if they were a part of Bix's awakening, but it was possible they could have been here before even the albinoy guy.

Despite the sore muscles, Wilson had opted to walk around the island. He preferred to keep his body moving, painful as it was in the beginning, but eventually his arms and legs didn’t feel so heavy anymore. But eventually he entered the dorms and found his own—it was completely bare. It wasn’t surprising, but it would be pretty odd for him to keep it that way. He had been so accustomed to filling his rooms with posters and photos, the idea of having permanently-bare walls irked him.

“Gramps, is my uniform supposed to look like this? I don’t think it is,” Wilson inquired to the weapon, now reduced to a pair of green-tinted goggles hanging around his neck. Warily, he eyed the coat as he held it up in the air. It wasn’t bad…except for the holes and tattered ends. What the hell had this coat been through before he got here? Wilson frowned.

[Youngin’, do I look like I would know about your uniform’s history? I don’t have a clue either!]

He seemed disappointed as he sighed and shrugged on the thing anyways. “Oh well. Thanks for trying.”

Tattered tails fluttering behind him, Wilson eased open his door and stepped into the hallway. The first things he heard were voices a little ways off from him. He stared down the hallway, noticing a group of trainees—notably those that had been with him when he first woke up. Wilson looked particularly pleased when he noticed a familiar face. “Ryan.” He called out, walking toward the younger boy. “How’ve you been?”

There were voices in the hall; while this wasn't that unusual, something was poking at the back of Jordan's brain, insisting that there was something unusual about the conversation he could halfway hear. And it wasn't Ferros. Jordan stayed at his desk another minute, but the anomaly was nagging at him; finally, he gave up and went to open his door and look down the hall.

While he didn't personally know all the trainees, he'd gotten to recognize all of the Strays by sight, at least; he blinked a few times at the figures he didn't recognize. They didn't look like any of the senior hunters he'd seen, nor did they carry themselves with the same deadly confidence. In fact, they looked a bit uneasy. That could only mean one thing. Dr. H had cracked open more pods, and the Strays were no longer the newest Hunters on the island.

Even fresher fresh meat, Ferros smirked.

Jordan's eyes widened slightly as a thought struck him. Not all of Phoenix had woken up with their group. It was possible that some of these new arrivals were his team. Anyway, even if none of them were, it'd be a good thing to get to know the newbies, at least learn their names.

He'd gotten halfway down the hall before he noticed that Candace was among the familiar faces hanging curiously around the new group. His step slowed. Then he shook his head at himself and kept going. Avoiding the woman wasn't going to help anything. He could be civil. He stopped just at the edge of the group and tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, just listening for the time being until he could pick up a conversational thread to jump in on.

There were people outside making noise. Was this a bad thing? No, it was usually so quiet it made Otto wish there was noise. But only if it was caused by him. This was other people. People that were not him.

Rather than sulk in his room, which was so close to being chosen as his option, Otto decided to GTFO. Maybe find food. Maybe take a walk. Maybe chuck things at other things, kick things at other already kicked things. Disturb the peace. Maybe outside there would be things to kick... or people to kick?

Oooh.. delightful. Coo'd Tenya.

The short blond kicked his door open, taking a step outside his room and slamming it closed with the back of his foot. His cold eyes scanned the halls, raising a brow incredulously. "What the Hell is all this? Block party?"