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The last thing she remembered was a surging pain bleeding up her body, or what was left of it. The last thought that went through her mind was a simple, and calm Really? Did it have to be so violent? Did they all have to die for some ridiculous point that only a handful of people would learn in the end?

But she wasn't one of those people. So it shouldn't really matter to her, she guessed.

Waking up felt like dying all over again. Nerve endings sparked back to life, instantly overstimulated with feeling. She groaned before the monitor had even started beeping, because the blinding headache hit her the instant she started to come to. But the beeping turned steady, and the pod hissed as it unsealed, leaving the girl inside to reach up and touch her surroundings.

She wondered, blindly, if she was buried in her own tomb. That would be pretty messed up.

Tuck flexed his arms down in front of him and immediately started twitching his pecs.

"I got this s**t, man."

When the pod whooshed open, Tuck leaned against the opposite side of the pod. The glow caused his skin to glisten like diamonds in the sunlight, and Tuck gave the blonde his most angelic smile.

"You can brace yourself on my chest, if you need to, an' Dakota's got a chest available, too, darlin'."

Waking up in general was surreal, when she was sure she was supposed to be dead. So when her eyes opened and the light flooded in, she bit back another moan of pain and tried to sit up. One hand curled into a fist and rubbed her eyes until she could see again, just to stare at a wall of abs. This close, it made no sense, but when she heard the voices of flexing, oiled up muscle men telling her she was in heaven, it all clicked into place.

The only thing that made her doubt this reality was the fact that both men; both fine, sexy specimens of meat and bone; were wearing speedos. And that was.. that was just weird.

Her expression turned wary, but that didn't stop her from reaching out and putting the flat end of her palm on each man's abs, just to test if they were real. And they were. Real, and oily.. which was kind of gross.

"Guardians from heaven, huh.." She murmured suspiciously, eyeing those speedos one last time before slowly slinking back into the pod without another word. Her hand lifted to reach the top, and she continued to stare at them as she slowly, slowly closed the pod door down.

Dakota blinked as she started to close the pod door and then held it back up.

"Whoa whoa whoa darling....Now just hold on. I know you must be thinking." He waited before slowly opening it. "You wanna test the product right? Wanna make sure its real. Let me just show you how much Heaven really feels like..." And scooped her out of the pod, resting her against it. "Now, You just feel like this Angel..." He reached her hand over and rested it on his abs. "Real. Seriously, Welcome to Deus Heaven."

"Also Don't leave me and Tuck hanging babe, What's your name?"

She didn't necessarily fight when one of the greek gods of Deus opened the pod back up, but she did fight a little when Dakota picked her up out of the pod and put her hand on his abs. "Hey now, I already felt - God, what the hell do you guys do around here, wrestle bears all day? It's like a ladder in there-"

But touching abs and being blessed with a forced a** grab were two different things, and her commentary stopped when she was holding a handful of dark meat.

And it jiggled, too.

"Maebe." Her voice cracked as she sputtered her name out in the direction of the jiggling a**, though it sounded more like she was being withholding.

The snores stopped, and a sleep-roughened voice responded from the pod in a warbly alto.

"G..mernin..."

"Good mernin'."

"S'great, t' stay up late," she stopped to catch her breath, she was really getting into it now, "gerd mernin', gerd mernin to... who?"

The voice paused, and a pair of sharp blue eyes snapped open. Glenda ducked her head out of the pod, her steel-grey hair touseled with sleep.

"This ain't Wonner Park," she declared crisply.

Jerry beamed as the woman sang along, but his cords came to a stop as she glanced about, alert and confused. "Wonder Park, ma'am?" His smile wavered, brows knitting in confusion as he caught sight of the new recruits face.

"How... how long were you in that pod for?" His stomach sank. Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell- he scrambled for her paperwork clipped to the end of the pod to look for a sleep-date.

Glenda tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes, then cracked her knuckles, gingerly stepping out onto the floor.

"Well, now, dearie, I was plannin' on askin' you the same question."

She fixed him with a beady squint, ready to patiently wait out an answer.