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Al fidgeted uncomfortably as he eyed one of the sleepers with a person still inside... asleep. They looked dead. Maybe they were? Ugh. Gross.

Suddenly a beeping sounded across the room as lights began to flash. Al nearly jumped out of his skin before rushing in the direction of the -"Hello, who the ******** is -" CRASH!

Al rounded a corner of pods and ran right into the source of the commotion.

Al flailed about, not sure what the ******** just even, GOD! He somehow wound up in a tangled pile of helpless trainees. He took a deeeep calming breath, lungs expanding and lifting somewhere underneath someone's ******** foot. Okay.

"Hi. I'm Al," he spoke with a carefully carried out Scottish accent.

Seriously though, who's ******** foot is that?

"... What?" Al's tone was clipped and annoyed. His face scrunched up further at the foot. Cut it out or I'll cut it off. He thought it, thought it so loud and hard but didn't have the balls to say it in the end. Instead he carefully disentangled himself from the stranger and leaned his back against the nearest pod.

"Uh. No. No to all of that," he could have sworn he wasn't the only one who was on pod duty... he leaaaned back and looked down each way of the aisle expectantly.

Rolling her eyes at the total lack of information this Al guy had given, she opened her mouth to interrogate him further, when a girl's voice spoke up from behind her. Startled, she whipped her head back to take in the newcomer and take in the dire news on coffee. Which she could live without, but not if that also applied to soda.

Narrowing her eyes at the innuendo, she sat up and crossed her arms, stating firmly, "I don't believe in shame." Flickering her gaze between the two, she continued, "I'm America Jones, hi. Now tell me where I am." Her eyes glinted with the determined colour of challenge.

Pandora suddenly found herself the newly appointed and somewhat under-prepared ambassador of Deus Ex Machina. Her first order of business was to pop a piece of caffeinated gum in her mouth and offer the rest around like the high school student she had been up until quite recently. She was really going up in the world.

"America Jones, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Pandora Tzavaras. And that's Al. Yeah." Thankfully he had introduced himself before she had to, because she couldn't for the life of her remember his name otherwise. Pandora looked America over before she stuck out her hand for a good old-fashioned handshake. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have any professors of archeology in your family, would you? Anyone named, I dunno, Idaho Jones? Illinois?"

She bit her lower lip to stifle her laughter. "........ Indiana?"

"Ahaha. Ok. Sorry. Sorry. I'm good now." She patted Al on the back of one shoulder as if to tag him out for this round.

"This is Deus Ex Machina!" Pandora chirped. She gave Al a quizzical look. "Which I think is Greek for 'power outage?'"

"I promise it's better than it sounds. I think we're, like, hunters? It's pretty cool, you get a weapon and everything." To demonstrate, Pandora pulled her revolver from thin air, defying the laws of physics without batting an eyelash. Strange symbols across its surface pulsed with orange light. Her train of thought went careening off the tracks. "Ohhh, you should've woken up last week, there was this huge dragon thing that came out of the ocean and chewed up a few guys. So then we brought out the big guns and we blasted it and people were jumping on it trying to stab it in the face and-"

In her distracted state Al had ample opportunity to shut her up. That is, if America didn't do it first.

Al watched Pandora take the lead with a silent gratefulness. He was fine with that. Not like this was his first time or anything (it was) and not like he was secretly nervous about it (he was).

"It's not," Al argued. "But the power is out and will be for who the ******** knows." He decided not to stop Pandora but instead summoned the massive dog-headed staff to his hand at the mention of weapons and gave him a flashy spin, violet runes streaking through the air.

He completely ignored the looks America was giving him.

"Also with the power outage, you might not be able to get your weapon. Weapon. You only get one." He might as well have a bit of fun at her expense.