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The events of their most recent mission did set off a chain reaction of troubling things in Mimsy's mind, but none of those things had anything to do with getting to know her fellow hunters better. No amount of explaining as much dissuaded Dakota from (very literally) hauling her off to some sort of social gathering, but she accepted the small victory of being able to take her work with her this time.

She had only made a brief wave to Candace in greeting before she returned her attention to the notebook, not bothering to look up while she answered Dakota's question.

"Yes. That is not the most accurate description of what I am doing, but if that simplifies it enough for you to understand and stop asking me questions...yes, I'm writing notes."

Behind the cover of her open notebook, she tapped out a message with her pen.

"This is fantastic idea." Dakota hesitated and started making himself a drink. "Plus what's the worse that could happen? Rep coming in and cutting of someone's arm again?" Rep had done that SOBER.

He didn't think anything would go down drunk.

"Mimsy....You're so cute when you get upset..." He went over and ruffled her hair before settling on his own chair. "To us surviving another mission of hell Ladies."

Lucky did kind of miss computer games...

Actually he missed a lot of things. Not knowing what it was like to die repeatedly was definitely one of those things. Same with not having people bleed to death in your arms with nothing to be done. Those were good times. And yet, the clock had reversed, and none of it had really happened. A sick joke. He just felt kind of hollow, and strange, and more than ever like he really had no god damned idea what he'd gotten himself into.

But the good thing about living on a secret island base was that no matter where you were, you weren't far from everything else. The books, diagrams, and rows upon rows of cages could wait until tomorrow. He could hardly focus anyway. It wasn't too long to weave his way out of the labs, and back to dorms.

He'd been upstairs, like, once, pretty much only to acknowledge that it did in fact exist. Fortunately 203 was only a few steps from the stairs, and was the only room on the otherwise quiet floor with an open door and conversation coming out of it.

"Cześć...?" he called out uncertainly, looking almost specifically for a familiar head of blue and purple hair whose owner he could hang around like a lost puppy.

Mimsy snorted in some mixture of disbelief and amusement.

"There is an important distinction between 'upset' and 'annoyed', Dakota," she insisted, glancing down to read the response on her phone. It indicated that he would more likely be joining her than assisting in a daring escape, and she supposed she could be okay with that. She had listed it as an option, after all.

She wrinkled her nose at her now unkempt hair and tried to smooth it down, narrowing her eyes in Dakota's direction. It was kind of magnificent, the way he missed every possible cue and hint thrown towards him. She just wasn't interested in social sciences enough to bother with being curious about it.

"Right. Yes. Survival and existence." She 'toasted' with her pen and impatiently awaited the reinforcements that Lucky assured her were inbound. A great sense of relief enveloped her upon his arrival - not a moment too soon.

"Cześć, Lucky. What a surprise." Flashing a tiny smile, she closed her notebook and waved him inside.

Tuck slid into the room, did a twirl and threw his arms out. There was a cheeky grin on his face.

"The party has arrived."

He glanced at Mimsy. His smile brightened about a million watts.

"Mimsy, I almost didn't recognize you!"

Rep filled a pint glass with whisky and sidled over to sit next to Candace, giving Dakota an amicable nod. Booze earned back bro privileges, no question of it.

"A guy's allowed to be ******** pleased about free booze, Candy." he said, wiggling his fingers before taking a swig of the drink.

As Tuck arrived he got a curt nod of greeting, he still wasn't sure where he stood with the other guy.

"Oooh you brought your b***h too." he said to Dakota. "Do you just. Keep her here like a pet? Does she mix drinks?"

Dakota grinned as he had a Candace on his lap now. Yay Candace on his lap. "He looks like he is perfectly fine over there getting free booze." And then he nuzzled Candace with a sly grin. "I got it from places. Legit places but places...."

At Tuck's arrival, he grinned and held his class up. "Welcome to the fun Tuck. glad you could meet Mimsy again."

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Nevada knew this wasn't a good idea but she wanted a drink and you know what...She needed to meet more people. When she first walked in the room, it was partly filled with hunters she actually knew. "Candace.." She inclined her head to the mist huntress, and mentor.

"Oh hello Tuck..." And past the moon hunter just because, right to the alcohol where she made her self at home. Gin and Tonic.

Yes.

"Hello Rep." The mist huntress gave him a wary look after talk with Roland.