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"It's just... pods full of people," Sydney said, flushing slightly. "It's right out of a cheesy alien movie, and--" She stopped, shrugging. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Sydney..."

Sydney what? She actually wasn't even sure THAT was her name. "Sydney Lowe," she said finally. "I think." Which sounded rather ridiculous to her. But her memories made no sense, had it been a game? But she wasn't much of a gamer! "Deus Ex Machina," she said, remembering that one of them had said that. "God in the machine?"

She turned, looking at the pod she had been in, examining it thoughtfully.

No foreboding lyrics here.

Just ringing. Oh the ringing, why the ringing. Was it ringing outside? Where was it ringing? Mercedes didn't open her eyes when it first started to occur but she could feel the shift of planes. First it was nothing but chaos. All she could remember was just pure chaos around her. And then it was dark and years and years and years passed by where she never seemed to grow old. Lucidity of the dream was sometimes there and sometimes not. Now it seemed stronger than ever after the chaos... but why?

Why. Was. There. RINGING?

If only she could reach up for her ear maybe to cover it.. but that wouldn't work it was blown clean off along with the rest of that side of her body. Sure it was.
Slowly a hand reached up as if she'd checked this many many times before. With eyes still closed she gently caressed where the rim of her ear used to be. Mass. That couldn't be right. Ugh but the RINGING.

"Jus- nm..." she mumbled once more.

"Wh.. sit... ringing." The mumble became more of a pout as Mercedes' weight moved forwards.

The ringing began to grow softer...


and softer...



softer.

Until it was replaced with the hum of reality. All she had to do was open her eyes. Faces. Pods. Everything was as tangible as before the chaos. Mercedes Chenoweth now took in her first consensus breath of air in quite a long time.

Very good, Mr. Bond.

"Well, yes. It is strange at first, hm? This sort of thing becomes 'the norm' after awhile though. You'll get used to it. It's nice to meet you, Sydney." She chuckled when she seemed to hesitate on her own name, leaning over Gale's shoulder to check if the girl was right about her own name. She paused and kind of just stared at first. "...Chipmunk, your handwriting sucks." She said flatly, leaning away to give Sydney a nod. "We usually just call it Deus Ex, but yes." A size ten? Damn, son. Big feet were big. Candace frowned. "My shoes will be too small. Damn. I'm sorry."

"Heals please."

...Wait, what?

Buffs? Was he serious right now.



"You're in Orgrimmar, kid. There's no fighting here."

Oh good! Someone else was awake! Candace smiled again and gave the newest trainee a wave. "Morning! Eeeeeasy there, take your time getting out. We're still waiting on a few more to wake up.."

He had to stifle a small smile at Deryk's introduction, instead turning and leveling a look up at Candace, this time lifting both brows at her with an expression of great innocence.

"It does not suck," he said, mildly indignant, but this was a complete fib, seeing as how his notes were scribbled haphazardly across the paper and not entirely legible, even by himself.

Gale really had no idea what the one new trainee was talking about - the one who had tripped out of his own pod - and instead turned his attention to the newest ones, the ones that were still awakening and looking rather disoriented - two girls, one with pale, blondeish brown hair, and another with hair that fell in long swoops about her face.

"Good morning," said Gale, with a nod to the both of them. "My name is Gale Gentry - welcome to Deus Ex. Might I ask what your names are?"

Ogrimmar. Ogrimmar. He had to walk all the way back to Northrend again. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Hi. Justin Case is currently comatose right now, nothing was making sense nothing, nothing, nothing. There was even someone asking him what buffs were.

Mental. Freaking. Breakdown. Was he back in newbie land? Had someone reset all his stats? What did he do to deserve such a cruel and horrible life?!

The last part might have been said out loud.

"Gale, you write like a doctor." Candace teased with a smile, ruffling his hair.

If Candace could read Justin's mind she would be very disappointed.

Why walk when you can fly, noob.

At the loud yawn Candace tried very, very hard not to--damnit! She yawned.

"...Chenoweth?" She raised a brow. "Got a cousin or a sister named Kristin?" Might as well make pleasant conversation while they wait for a go ahead to move on, which might have to wait until the seven other pods opened.

Ami had stayed quiet for a time, just assessing the situation. Slowly, bits and pieces were coming back to her. There had been a trial. Something about hunters. White coats. White coats like the one the threesome in front of her were wearing. It was coming back in fragments, and that wasn't helping anyone.

So she just listened as others asked questions, placing mental notes in her mind as they talked. Deus Ex. Hunters. Island.

Very well then. She very blatantly ignored the two male white coats, turning only to the purple accented girl (Candance), saying, "Waiting? Waiting for what?"

It was suddenly... very bright. Dillon squeezed his eyelids shut, stubbornly refusing to get up. Then the humming of strange noises came and was that chatter? Dillon opened his eyes slowly.

.... He had no idea where he was.

Dillon forced himself to sit up. His back hurt and he swore he heard his joints creak – signs that he had been asleep for way too long. Next, he tried walking. Dillon felt like such a baby, trying to find his balance and walk straight but it all came back to him eventually. Good.

Now, Observe.

The young man walked back to the man-sized pods, specifically the one he had apparently been in. Dillon held his breath as he examined the glowing runes, trying to piece everything together. There were some others like him who have just awoken and there were those wearing those white coats. Human experimentation?

Nope.

Dillon thinned his lips and let his eyes dart around the strange room. He was starting to recall ....

Hunters.

Dillon mulled over that word for a while. That was probably right. Probably. He'd figure it out eventually, after some questions. “Good Morning?” he tried.