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Waking up wasn't too bad, but regaining the wherewithal to remember where she is and what is going is pretty damn terrible.
A bit of nausea blooms in Abbi's stomach, slow and terrible and she immediately stops her bouncing. Thankfully it is darker in here than it might normally have been, but regardless the teen feels god awful. This light, however little, still makes her squint and blink harshly, the hand not asleep coming up to rub at her eyes.
Someone says her name (Oh! Right one of the two girls!) and she tries to turn toward her and stand at attention. That's what you did here, right? But that motion is clumsily maneuvered, the girl's left hand still terribly asleep so that it flops uselessly and she whines instead because this is so confusing.

There is one of the girls suddenly next to her, hands on Abbi's arm in a kind attempt to help her out a little. The fact that the girl had a bandage over one eye was noted, but not spoken of and was carefully avoided even if the teen was crazy curious about it. But the request for a song was quickly executed with...
"C-Cinderella? Not what I was expecting... But uh... Yay?" The girl tried out a smile, her hands coming up to clap together lightly. She passed the smile to the first girl who had massaged her arm, murmuring her thanks since it had helped a lot.
"So is Disney a thing here or is that just for fun?" Whooo, her head kind of ached and actually so did her back and one knee and wow this was kind of terrible feeling.
"Um so... Ok wow how long was I asleep? Where do I go next? Are you two like... My fairy godmothers?"

Ami raised an eyebrow at his sudden change to politeness, but didn't comment on it. "Ami Raine, though it is neither something you need to remember nor something to be commented on."

She tucked her clipboard away, having done this process a million times. "Welcome to Deus Ex Academy. Deus Ex for short. You should remember a recruiter coming and promising you- I don't know, a new life, power- it transform depending on the host."

Rather pointedly, she said, "Whatever the reason, here you are. You'll be trained and equipped to eradicate poignant disturbances- shadows, as you might know them? Those spooky things that go bump in the night as it were."

His smile widened just a bit. "Of course, miss."

It wasn't simply at her specific requirements (which, given their height differences, seemed to be even more humorous), but also because the more Ami spoke, the more a niggling though at the back of his head spoke up. It was . . . aha. There had been a secret organization out there! His so-called insane assertions had roots in truth after all.

Oh, it felt good to be special.

"Sounds simple enough," Jack replied, rubbing the feeling back into his arm. "I assume I will get a hefty pamphlet in my mailbox or a lengthy lecture belittling my intelligence until I understand. Now where do we begin on this new delightful journey~?"

Dorian knew Power Rangers.

He got that reference! It was impossible to disagree with, when he thought about it, dark eyebrows quirking, before bursting out in laughter, going up to pat the man's shoulder. This would be a fun one to have - he figured he could consider having another room mate if they were so content like he was.

"Oui. Power Rangers. I call dibs on le blue ranger. Pretty sure I know w'o would be pink." He admitted, scratching his chin a little. "Come on. I will 'elp you move in. I got a lighter, should 'elp wit' le no power."

A voice, definitely not his mother’s, awoke him more clearly, and Shiloh sat up then, staring. It took him a moment to acclimatize, staring at the three people standing in front of them. Then the woman was asking him questions, ticking things off on her clipboard as she went. Her expression was largely emotionless, but if he had to hazard a guess, he would guess that the look on her face was one of boredom. He watched her curiously for a moment before answering.

“I’m Shiloh, and no, I feel fine. A little tired maybe.” He grinned.

Her next question, however, changed her expression entirely. It mostly confused him.

“Red… Or blue? I don’t understand.”

But by that time, a second person had stepped up, a man with seemingly green hair. Shiloh shook his head, trying to clear his mind before staring again. Not that he was one to judge, his own hair a pale shade of pink. But still- green? The third member of their party hung back, and Shiloh glanced at him for a moment, before returning his attention to the questioning pair.

“I still don’t understand but if I have to... Blue?”

"Or happily mistaken, miss," he corrected with an odd grin, "that I do not have to pour through pages of content one lecture wouldn't give me in ten minutes~" An engineer always looked for the most efficient route, after all.

His perpetual smiling faltered with surprised, however, when the woman was suddenly armed before him. Musing, he scanned the spear's markings, noting the symbols there looked to be linked to those he saw on the pods. A language of power, perhaps?

And he would soon be commanding a weapon just like it.

Jack returned her smile, absolutely tickled at the prospect. "As you say," he answered simply, his mind already far away from the conversation. "I am positively oozing eagerness with that description, however. Shall we see what's in store, then?"

"Oh." He looked like a forlorn puppy for a moment. "Okay."

"Szczeosny Brzenczyszczykiewicz," he introduced himself in turn. He gave Milo a nervous sort of half-smile and offered a tentative handshake back. "Uh, do not vorry to pronounce it. Dzień dobry, Milo."

He rooted around in his pocket for something. A piece of paper he unfolded, still crisp from how few times it had been looked at. The beginner's guide to dealing with new recruits. "Ah. Vell, you cannot be hunter vithout veapon. You must go to the veapon cove."

"Uh." He glanced at Milo over his paper, trying to assess if he could walk in a straight line. His brows knitted in mild concern. "... Vhen you are ready, yes?"

'A little ti' was all Mimsy wrote before she remembered that she never had any intention of recording that information. She took a deep breath and fully returned her attention to the newly awakened man instead.

"Hello, Shiloh," she greeted him. "My name is Mimsy, and my associates - Lucky and Quinn - and I are here to ensure that you are safely awakened and pointed in the right direction."

Which was obviously why she was being as confusing as she could manage. She pointed to each Lucky and Quinn as she introduced them, and pretended to check more items off of her list. The paper looked like it had suffered multiple attacks from ink pens at this point.

"'Don't understand'...and 'blue'..." A little 'tsk' sound left her mouth as she scribbled down nonsense. "We will explain everything in time. Please answer as quickly as possible, and try not to feel concerned. Did you know that emotion causes a significant bias in verbal responses?"

The quick glance she gave to Lucky said 'your turn', and the flash of a hopeful smile to Quinn said 'please let me get away with this'.