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Lucky was at that moment engaged in a particularly engrossing sudoku puzzle and had managed to go for an entire one hour and seventeen minutes of competitive silence with Mimsy. It was pod duty; he was pretty sure the quick text to Quinn of 'bring something to read' should have covered it in its entirety. He looked up over the puzzle squares at the new guy's confused look, then quickly back down to scribble in another number.

There was a mechanical hiss from down one of the rows.

Hm. Maaaybe not.

Grabbing the other available clipboard and discarding his rousing game of sudoku, Lucky soon followed them to the pod containing a freshly un-aware candidate. To be perfectly honest, he'd never actually seen someone get woken up before. Pod duty was like nothing duty, normally. He barely remembered when he got pulled out of a pod, it was that disorienting.

He quirked an eyebrow at Mimsy's sudden derail of a question. A cursory glance at their list could tell him this was not the standard wake-up procedure they'd been drilled on. Was she...

Ohhhh.

"You can only choose one," he chimed in quickly, trying to look as serious as possible, which was surprisingly difficult when one was trying their best not to laugh. He fixed Shiloh with a hard stare from behind his glasses. "So, vhich?"

Roland meanwhile during all the confusion and joy of a newly hatched baby among them, took the time to slip between them all and snatch a piece of cake. He took a bite, it was actually pretty good.

"Suresly Memsee yu shuld du dis mur oftan ur guttin guud."

He was talking through the cake, his manners? Officially on par with Robert. He looked to the new hatchling again waving. "AHuhm hmm sorry mouth full, welcome snow flake. I uh strongly suggest listening to that one." He pointed at Mimsy, "She's pretty smart." He pointed at Robert, "If something tries to eat you in the next 48 hours, hide behind him, he looks big."

He paused, "Oh and my name is Roland, try not to get sick on the floor, I nearly god stick when I woke up.

Not being a Lifer, Bix could hardly help when it came to finding alternate sources of power for the island. They were already pumping all they could into the essential areas and the pod room was one of those places.

He was relaxing, feet up, with a comic book as he enjoyed electricity in one of the few places that had it. He honestly didn't think any awakenings would happen. Why would they wake people up in the middle of an island crisis?

But then the power flickered.

And the signal went off.

And when Bix traced the notice to the name attached... well he wished he'd been drinking so he could have spit it out in surprise.

"Oh my god. s**t. s**t." He booked to the pod, all the while fumbling with his phone which was shut off per division lead orders. "Only for emergencies they said.." The pod was already hissing open. "I.. think this is an emergency."

By the time his phone was powering up the tiny girl was starting to fall out of the pod and it was all he could do to lunge in and loop his arm around her waist.

"Easy goes! Easy goes.." Bix spoke softly and was thankful that she weighed almost nothing to him. The hunter had bulked up in his time here and two years ago, balancing her weight would have been a challenge.

Dear God Gale. Please have your phone on. Bix was texting with his thumb as he rested Leslie down, letting her get her bearings before he bombarded her with information.

"Just relax. Leslie.. yeah?"

The light was horribly overwhelming, but her mind kept insisting she open her eyes; try to at least figure out where she was, and if this was, in any sort of way, a life threatening situation. As such, the girl attempted several times to open her eyes, finding the light blinding, and her eye lids... strangely heady, as if they'd been glued together for ages, "Oh god," her voice was hoarse, mumbled through the hand she still held against her mouth, "I think I'm going to be sick," and yet, something told her she didn't really have enough stomach content to actually pull off the feat.

Arms wrapped around her, warm, and the arm she'd clutched around her stomach reached out to grab the figure she couldn't quite see; had she had enough energy, she'd have likely stiffened considerably, alas... as it was, a baser part of her was grateful for the warmth.

"Just relax. Leslie.. yeah?"

That was her name.

She remembered her name, and while she still had a hard time stringing thoughts together, the single word, her name... made sense to her, and she relaxed against the form that held her as she'd been instructed, "Where am I?" she began to lower the hand she'd placed against her mouth, more or less sure she could keep her stomach content inside of her, and then, slowly lifted her head to squint, first at the boy that held her, and then the room. Her gaze landed on the open pod behind her, followed by the others around them, and her eyes grew wide, confused, panic shinning withing them.

Screams, violence, fear, vague images of some sort of island, a monster.

She clutched her head and moaned, "I feel like my brain's been scrambled," she pause, her eyes squeezing shut and then reopening to squint down at her clothes, which felt like they were, perhaps, too small for her to be wearing; why did she get the impression that she'd grown? That the world had kept going while she'd been in darkness, "What is going ooooon..." it came out as a confused moan.

Quinn was not sure how to react to Robert, or Roland frankly. Eventually he ended up nodding a lot when asked if he was a newbie. Fresh out of the box, like a shiny new pokemon card just out of its foil....

Ok maybe the new guy had that shiny plastic smell more than he did. Or he hoped.

He also would rather not s**t his pants, as Robert so blatantly said. "I, er, HOPE that is not part of this." Unless there really was something in the tea. As a precaution, he set it down. Didn't Jordan warn him about drinking things a lifer gave him?

"Er, uh, hi!! Whats your name?" Quinn asked the new arrival, as the other seemed to be greeting him too. He took a second, peering back and forth between Mimsy and he. He knew her? How was that even possible? Mimsy seemed as perplexed as Quinn felt.

Her mind was still running on overdrive, attempting to piece together snippets of information with memories that were slowly (but surely) resurfacing. Some of those memories, Leslie wished would remain buried; others, she was grateful for.

Her hand rested against her head, her eyes hooded as she let the seconds slip by in an attempt to regain her bearings. Still, in all her confusion, she easily managed to catch her brother's name when the person holding her spoke it out loud, "Gale?" she murmured after a beat or two, "Is he here too?" that kick started another bout of memories that seemed to explain (even if it was to a small extent) what she was doing here, "Monsters," she remembered that too, but trying to force her way through the fog hurt. As such, when the boy told her he'd explain later, she let out a sigh and nodded.

"Pod?" out of all the things she could have clung to in such a situation, that was the word she fixated on. Specially considering what he'd said, "How long?" a pause, "Who are you?"

Not Gale. This boy was a lot taller. That much she knew. Also more white and less golden.

Later on, when she managed to get her brain into actually cooperating, instead of actively working against her, Leslie was probably going to headdesk over this whole encounter.

Roland was touching the cake, and Robert's focus shifted to eating the cake before Roland could. So he reached out, snagged a piece, and started chomping down.

"I already told her that." Robert huffed out, sounding a little defensive about it. He was chewing defensively, too.

It was pretty obvious the guy knew Mimsy, so Robert looked over her shoulder to get a good look at him. But everyone had already asked the important questions, so Robert just grinned at the guy, with a toothy, cake filled grin.