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Yes, a thousand times yes!

Peyton had gotten the text and had immediately gotten dressed before searching her desk for a pen to tuck in her ear and heading out the door. She didn't bother stopping to knock on any doors, she knew everyone would have gotten the same text and she had zero doubts that theyneededd her delivering any messages. Instead she hurried down the hall and out the doors, making a quick jog to the lighthouse.

She hadn't expected quite as many people to be there when she arrived, certainly not quite so many Life techs still scrambling around obviously working on things portal related, but she wasn't going to let that dampen her enthusiasm any. The girl was ready to get the ******** off the island, even if just for a day, without it being under the guise of a pain in the a** mission. The mall itself hadn't been awful, but the cleaning duty that had followed she could have done with out.

The beer and chips were also a surprise, and she eyed the refreshment table warily before noticing Mark sucking down suds like they were going out of style. That probably meant they were safe, probably. Besides, why the hell not? She picked one up by the neck, then headed towards where Mark was holding his little box. Now the pen made sense. "So we can go anywhere?" Really, even if their choices were limited, it was certainly better then nothing.

As instructed, Konstantin appeared at the Lighthouse a few minutes before 10:00 AM. He clutched a pen in his left hand, and at Mark's behest, he wrote his name on a slip of paper and put it in the box.

He really, really needed to go grocery shopping.

"Well yeah, usually." Peyton offered Bix a grin, giving him a prod with her elbow. "But they've been down forever, didn't want to assume we could just go anywhere then be disappointed later."

Pale eyes flicked up to his hair. "Maybe a hair cut, too. Unless you're growing it out."

She set her unopened beer down on the table and grabbed a scrap of paper to write her name on, then added it to the box before falling back to Bix's side.

In spite of Mimsy's recent ventures off-island, there were still numerous supplies to be bought and things to be done. The opportunity was a welcome distraction from the especially troublesome problem she'd been working on, anyway, so she arrived at the indicated time with Lucky in tow. Her right hand firmly clasped his left as she led him towards the lighthouse, careful not to press her fingertips into the scar tissue of her handiwork. It had healed quite nicely.

Upon her arrival, she seemed to think that this level of science was just fine and did not make any attempts to increase its validity.

The existence of a beer stand, however, did not seem very fine at all, largely because of its placement near sensitive equipment. Many of the people on this island were not trustworthy around any kind of equipment while sober - this had a high probability of being a mess.

So, in hopes of avoiding placing herself in the middle of that mess, she used the pen she'd been instructed to bring to write her name on a slip of paper, folded the entry once, and dropped it into the box. After glancing at Lucky, she repeated the process with his name, as it was probably already very clear that he didn't have a choice in the matter.

Task completed, she moved to a spot safely distant from Mark and his alcohol, gaze cast down at her feet. She looked like she was trying her very best to avoid conversation, but she did opt to mumble something to Lucky.

"I will avoid the obvious joke in reference to your name and circumstances of chance, but would like to point out the fact that the message we received said that 'lucky' names would be drawn. I took care to use your nickname, for this reason."

Chel barreled through the crowd to get to the beer and chips. Months of MREs had actually been chipping away at her brain functionality. She needed sustenance. Not cardboard.

She hopped onto Dory's back, reaching over him to grab a beer in one hand, and chips in the other. When she tasted them though, she spat them out. "Dude what the ******** are these flavored?!" Chel popped the top off her beer and tried to drown the disgusting flavor out. "Seriously what the hell? Is this some French s**t?"

The pink haired hunter then noticed Milo was at the table, and she smiled. "Oh hey Milo! Sup?" She gestured vaguely to the ketchup chips. "Don't try those, they're gross."

All while on Dory's back.

And then, suddenly Dorian had a Chel on his back. Leaning forward in a little shock, he watched as she snatched away some of his beloved ketchup chips, only to watch her reel and spit out the revered snack out a few moments later, which awarded her with a hearty laugh from the mist hunter, as he held on to her weight.

"Not french, fully." He answered her, watching as she tried to wash it back faster than anyone. "Ketchup. 'S ze best flavour, comes from Canada. Americans don't 'ave it and I dunno why. I really did miss it. Tastes like 'ome." He educated her, which she probably didn't care much for, but whatever. This was serious, and ketchup chips.

Turning to the hunter that she was talking to, he gave a little lazy gloved wave, trying to be as reasonable as usual.

"Bonjour. Don't believe 'er. They're perfect." While Chel was on his back.

While Lex would have thoroughly loved a vacation, he realized it wouldn't be practical in the slightest. They needed to go to Home Depot, or Lowe's, or any other sort of home repair store. He'd try to convince Ami of a grocery run, if either of them were picked, but he seriously doubted she'd agree to it.

Wistfully signing his name on a slip and dropping it in the box, Lex put a hand on Ami's shoulder. "You know, we could always get Kat to blackmail Mark for us..."

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