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Pod duty was, by far, Tommy's absolute least favorite duty that the island offered. He'd even prefer cleaning minipet cages of feces, because at least than, he'd be active and not stuck sitting at a table with a clipboard in front of him. Ten minutes had gone by, and he was busy drumming out a beat with his knuckles, puffing out a deep breath, and his legs jittered.

This was boring. Too boring, for him, and he needed to be doing something, anything else.

So, he removed himself from his seat that the table, and started doing push ups, pushing himself up rapidly enough to do a little hop and clap his hands after each one, muscles taut, nose going down to just barely touch the floor with each one. He lost count after the first 50 or so, and sweat was beading on his forehead, but he didn't stop until his muscles screamed in agony and he could no longer do it anymore.

He collapsed to the cool floor, and just laid there, breathing heavily and feeling much better than he had been before, when an alarm suddenly went off, indicating that somebody was waking up, followed by the telltale hiss of a pod door opening.

"Ah, merda." He muttered, and pushed himself to his feet, wiping at his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, before stopping at the table to grab the clipboard on his way to figuring out which pod had opened.

It didn't take Tommy long to find the pod in question, a quick glance down each row all that was necessary before he caught sight of one with it's door wide open, and a man who crawled around on the floor. The tall Italian remembered his own awakening, and felt a surge of pity for the poor man. It was a jarring and confusing experience, that was for certain!

He turned, and made his way down towards the man, clipboard held tight in one hand, soft leather boots making barely a sound on the floor. "Hello there~" He said, cheerfully, coming to a stop and crouching down, his arms resting on his knee's.

"Did you fall, are you injured?" He asked, with only a hint of concern in his upbeat tone. "Can I help you to your feet?"

"You're...Sugar Biscuits?" Tommy sounded confused for a few moments, and he looked up at the pod, reading it's serial number before glancing down to his clipboard. "Says here that your name is Zane. Is Sugar Biscuits your preferred name?" He asked, as if not fully aware that sugar biscuits had been meant as a curse and nothing more, a grin on his lightly tanned face.

"Ah, I see. I will find them, then, you do not need to worry!" He straightened, and had a look around.

He looks like an idiot, but at least he hasn't broken his hand like you did. Jaina's cool voice sounded in Tommy's head as he searched for the wayward lenses. As usual, he ignored her, and caught a glimpse of something flashing from the floor.

"Found them!" He said, cheerfully, while stooping to pick them up. Turning, he held them out towards Zane, assuming, by then, he had actually gotten up off of the floor.

"Tommy, actually, not Ginger." He said, continuing with his previous joke theme and chuckling to himself because he felt so damn clever at that moment. The glasses were pressed into Zane's groping hand, and Tommy tapped the clipboard against his leg, waiting for the other man to right himself fully and get himself all sorted out.

"Soooooo...." He said, glancing down at his clipboard again, "You haven't actually been asleep for long." What constituted as long, though, he didn't specify.

"What do you remember?" He asked, and glanced back up.

Tommy didn't believe for even a moment that his man was golden, and had to bite his tongue from making yet another joke about how he thought he was Zane, as it didn't really appear that the man was all that impressed with Tommy's sense of humor thus far.

He would put it down to the fact that the guy had just woken up, because come on, these jokes were great.

"Mmmmhmmmm..." He intoned, skepticism clear, gaze flicking over the man, body ready to move and grab him should he begin to topple. He seemed to not be doing too badly, though, and Tommy raised his clipboard, slid a pen out of the top, and clicked it sharply before jotting down a couple of notes.

"Ah, that is difficult to say. The remembering, I mean. You may recall having been approached by a hooded figure? Somebody who made you an offer, told you that you were a rare individual, and one that could help all of humanity." He paused, and lowered his clipboard again.

"You are on a military base, a very special kind of military base."

"You look great. Very handsome, I assure you." Tommy said with a grin, "I can hardly even notice the way your legs wobble." He continued, and flipped over the page on his clipboard, scanned over it, and jotted down another little note.

"You'll remember more, later." The mist hunter hand waved, as if it really weren't all that important, while he continued to scan over the paperwork, a couple of scrutinizing glances given.

"Yes, a military base." He lowered the chart again. "Of sorts. It is very special, very top secret~ Only the most special of people are recruited." He paused, making sure that Zane was still listening.

"People who can see things that other people can n--" Tommy had to cut himself off there, because it looked like...yep, like Zane was going to fall, and since he couldn't have that happening, he dropped the clipboard to the floor with a clatter and moved in to grab him and haul him with an extraordinary amount of strength back to his feet before he could hit the floor.

Being a hunter did have it's benefits.

"Ah, please do not fall over. Here, just hold on to me. We should walk, and get your muscles working."