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Sherry looked at her phone. The spelling was...special, but she was pretty sure her presence was required in the labs. She could handle that! Maybe an assignment was what she needed...she'd not been feeling too well, though she couldn't quite explain what she felt. Oh well, this meant she would have something to focus on! She was almost out of her door when the phone buzzed again.

... What? Pajamas and a pillow? Really? Sherry gave her phone a very skeptical look. The spelling, the attire...clearly this was some kind of joke. Sherry didn't recognize the number of the sender...it could have been anyone. Was it serious? It didn't seem like much of a mission, did--

Armagnac chimed right in.

"But pajamas and a pillow, in the lab?" It as much to herself as her weapon. The whole thing seemed a bit off. What was the assignment supposed to be? A sleepover?

Sherry wasn't really in the mood for games...but what if it wasn't a game? What if it really was an assignment? Sherry hadn't had many tasks herself, but she had learned that the word assignment could mean anything.
"I...I guess an assignment is an assignment."



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When Sherry arrived at the labs, looking wary and slightly annoyed, she was wearing a pair of light sweat pants and a tank top -some of her more public decent sleep wear- and carried her pillow at her side. She was, of course, also wearing her hunter coat and scarf.

"I was told to report for an assignment?"

Robert heard the door open, and squeed like a little girl. Hopefully no one heard that, and to drown out any other inappropriate sounds, he hopped over to one of the computers and turned the volume up to maximum. Then he inserted a silver CD into the drive, amp'd up the sound internally on the computer, and turned the speakers out to the other room.

Before the music started playing, Robert had already run back to Dr. H's desk (this was such a bad idea), and slid onto it, knocking over a cup and some pencils in his haste, and posing triumphantly with one boot on the desk, just as the riffs started thrumming through the air.

He air guitared with the song.

"TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY - OH WON'T YOU PLEAAAAASE TAKE ME HOOOOOOOOOOME~~~~"

With a heartbreaking singing voice like his, it was almost a shame that he looked like an idiot greeting his fellow Lifers this way.

Sherry really didn't know what to make of the situation. Really. At all. Music, air guitar, people barging in all angry like...Her brain was just...not quite up to processing what was going on.

"I was told to bring it!" she said indicating the pillow. "For an assignment. Which I am beginning to doubt this is. Pillow and pajamas. You guys didn't get the same text?" Though...one of the boys did look like he was in his pajamas.

Her eyes darted back to the air musician. She'd come all the way down here in her pajamas, for this?

Wait what? Asked to bring pillow and wear pajamas? Deryk stared at her for a moment before getting smacked twice by Robert. He was very confused. He thought this was for some sort of mission but apparently it was for partying? Well that seemed all fine and well but then he heard the guy say that he was in charge of the life division for the day.

"Wait. WHAT?! How? Did H die? Did Cael kill him or something? Aaah what about Clarice?" he asked, still a little spastic about this whole idea. Though, the sound of a bunch of girls in pajamas and pillows did seem pretty damn nice.

Before he could dwell on that any further, his phone went off AGAIN. This time when he checked it, he was being summoned for a Death Hunter spiel.

Well about time someone got his division right.

"Oh. Looks like being summoned to a death dealy."

"Hah, Death. I bet their party sucks." He may have sounded a little overly-bitter, since Madison had abandoned him for that particular division.. but there was no getting that bit of information out of him now. He was feeling better almost instantly, and grinned as he sat back up on his throne (which was Dr. H's death. Robert was not going to live through the week.)

"Nobody died. The hunters are all out on a mission. The intermediate trainees are all that's left in charge. And guess what buttercups, I'm your only intermediate trainee. Thaaaat means.."

The song had changed while they were talking, but it was still Guns-n-Roses, and Robert hopped up to stand on the desk, striking chords on his air guitar once more.

"So come with me, don't ask me where 'cause I don't know! I'll try to please yaaa~"

He hopped off the desk and laughed warmly as the pillow hit him, settling down in front of Sherry once more.

"See, she's ready to party! Say, I don't actually know your name. I'm Robert, by the way. What's yours, sweetheart?"

Well it was kind of a relief to hear that no one died, but it was still a bit unbelievable to hear that Robert was now in charge because everyone else was out. It made him wonder just what happened to make all the higher ranking Hunters leave the island.

"H-hey! We can party awesomely," he frowned at the current head of the Life divisions, "But uh. I Should get going. Maybe next time!"

That said, he quickly rushed off to the beach.

Reine recognised the sender of the message, and not only because of the FROM: ROBERT on the screen, but also the special way Robert spelled words. That is, if you could call it spelling to begin with.

It was more of a massacre of the language.

Still, a mission was a mission, and she'd heard about Robert's promotion, which meant that however grudgingly (she HAD beaten him twice in spars) she accepted the fact that he was her superior, she did accept it. Reine was not, however, about to wear pajamas to a mission. If the order had come from Caelius or Clarice, she might have followed it. From Robert, though? It sounded more like he was planning Something Terrible.

She gave him the benefit of a lot of doubt, and arrived at the life labs in a simple t-shirt and shorts, carrying a pillow. Reine could hear the music from down the corridor to the labs, and while she did momentarily consider turning and going back to her room, it really could be something.. important...

"Robert." There were a few others in the room- that she barely recognised, but the mastermind seemed to be partying the hardest. "What are you doing."