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Good morning? was it really morning outside? Jason couldn't tell. And for a few seconds, he couldn't remember what his name was either.

"...umm..." He placed a hand on his head. He faintly recalled someone calling him eta-something, but that didn't sound right...No, wait, he remembered! His name was...

"Jason Kenneth" he said looking a little relived, then went back to being confused again. He was supposed to go to a classroom? Why did he need to go there? And what was 'Deus Ex Machina"? He had plenty of questions, but decided that if they would be answered, then the best place to go would be to Classroom 2c as he had been directed to.

[EXIT]

Gamma 8 stumbled out of the open pod, back into the light. How was this... but she had just...? Her last memory was holding another's hand, stepping into the light... she had been certain she was dead, but now?

The short young woman squinted into the room and twisted her lip. What in the world had gone on? Battling, death, explosions... and this room? Pods, everywhere, she didn't remember a single one of them. It looked like something out of a scifi movie, and one of the new ones with the fancy CGI. There was no way that this was real life. Was this... heaven? She looked down and smoothed her hands down her shirt. No more gas mask, no more olive-colored suit...

Ever so confused, the Gamma looked around the room for any sign of what was going on. This was all so... big. So confusing.

She was going to vomit.

Granted, the cool whoosh of stale air helped tamp down the nausea that threatened to roll over Sasha's body, but it wasn't quite enough. Not paired with the sudden glare of bright lights and the murky memories that wafted about in her mind. Everything was so hazy, almost gauzy. The vaguest memories that she could grasp hold of were of the trials she'd been put through... so much fighting, so much loss. It had taken its toll on the girl, and death had been almost a blessing.

Death.

Before she let her thoughts linger on that single thought, Sasha heard the voice of a woman giving an order - to her? That hopeful surge snapped Sasha into action, immediately quashing all threats of vomiting everywhere. Opening her eyes just a bit, Sasha peered around the room. It was so bright. Too bright. Even still, Sasha pushed herself out of the pod, hesitantly trying out her legs. Wobbly but passable. Turning her attention to the woman that waved, Sasha cleared her throat and made an attempt to speak.

"Where are ... where are we going?"

The hiss was what woke the man known as William Reid up before all else, jolting him out of his groggy sleep, playing on old instincts that made him jerk his whole body in surprise. His first assumption was he'd fallen asleep drunk on someone's couch and they were no doubt doing something humiliating to him for doing so, like spraying whipped cream on his face. He was going to have to break some faces.

But this hazy impression quickly faded as he squinted in the light, dazed and dazzled as he struggled to make sense of it all. As vision returned he realised he most certainly wasn't in anyone's house. Nor was he anywhere he recognised, it was like something out of science fiction, a nightmare Matrix all around him. Memories of the matrix prompted him to raise a hand to his head, he didn't want to be a freckled baldy, and it was to his relief that he still retained his hair, though no doubt still ginger. He could recall now as memories returned in fits and bursts, the strange offer he'd been made, the chance to get out of his shithole of a life, an escape, a chance to prove himself. He could vaguely remember the trial too, the strangeness of it all. It was just the gap between trial and waking that to him was still a huge mystery.

He sat up and shook his head, trying to clear the haze of dreams, memories and for some reason movies that had decided to choose now to make themselves known, looking around at the voices he'd heard, giving the woman by the exit a decidedly venomous look.

Rep was /not/ a morning person and morning was whenever he woke up.

As if his current confusion and stiffness was all her fault, he sulkily swung his legs over the pod and tenatively tried to get to his feet, still looking like a wild animal confused by anaesthetic, making every attempt to look lean and threatening but instead looking comically undignified instead. He had to steady himself with a hand as he wavered, the room spinning around him in a show of staggering vertigo that made his stomach ******** hell." he finally stammered, just in time for what he mentally labelled as another perky morning person to scurry in and assault his ears, making him cringe. And oh god food. He was certainly hungry but the last thing he wanted to do right now was eat with his stomach doing flip after flip after flip.

He rubbed his temples "Awright, awright. Good morning." he resignedly stated, anything for an easy life, addressing two of the pressing questions right after. "Totally not hungry, and where are we going?"

When the possibility for escape was no longer an option, the Misty gulped and promptly clamped his mouth shut. Before's lips pressed together into a tight line during the brief moment he held Ariane's attention, doing his best not to utter a sound or make any gesture that the Deather might find the least bit annoying. Other than his presence, that is. A wordless nod and the crinkle of the few remaining plastic bags later, Before had managed to collect what was his "welcoming" presents.

To the dude who turned down his cookies, Before just fixed visibly disappointed teal eyes at him then let his gaze dart down to his boots. The bottle-cap brooch pinned to his coat displayed a disapproving frown >8/ whether it was directed at the newly awakened trainee or the pin-wearer was up for debate.

There were supposed to be four new-faces, according to Ariane. Huh. Before thought there would be more of them but that's fine! He could always offer the leftover bags to some of the Lifer lab techs. As the female Deather began to give the run-down to those that were already out of their pods, Before just gave a friendly smile and a tilt of his head. He'd wave but... yeah, hands full of cookies. Freshly made cookies at that. And no Julientervention with these ones.

He was, however, obviously keeping his distance with Ariane.

Sasha's first instinct when she saw those bags tumble to the floor was to jerk forward in an attempt to help. Her body, on the other hand, was simply not interested in doing so. With a determined look, Sasha wibbled on her feet before thinking better of any attempts at moving forward. Her attention was soon captured once more by the woman named Ariane.

After politely waiting for her turn, Sasha cleared her throat again before responding to Ariane's question.

"Sasha. Belrose, Sasha Belrose."

That finished, Sasha went back to staring at Before. What a strange name. She offered him a smile.

"Emma, Sasha Belrose, William Reid... Rep," She sounded it out, writing down the names of the newest recruits before taking out her phone, checking the display for any news, "Hmmm, the higher-ups seem to be slower than usual today... Well, we still need to wait for one more, anyway."

Probably because it was a small group.