The mumbling chants flowed through the air.  The young woman with blue hair shifted in her sleep.  Her nose wrinkled at the smell of smoke and the damp air that surrounded her.  "Mmm."  She mumbled.  "Four more minutes."  She  groaned.  She tried to reach for the blankets she was certain she went to sleep in but couldn't find anything.

"Huh?"  The area she was in was strange.  It was definitely not the place she'd gone to sleep in.  "What in the hell?"  She blinked and sat up.  The space was definately not her place.  The place was somewhere she should've be.  Looking around she noted two other girls, which was fine.  She didn't mind waking up with the occasional stranger here and there, but when there was a crowd, that was too much.

Hephaestus, a strange voice commanded, not from around her but within her.  "Squired." 

"The Greek god?"  Abigail tilted her head in confusion.  She tilted it more when she heard the strangers in cloaks, chanting.
"I'm sorry?  Are you guys going to sacrifice me?"  her hand slid down, looking for something sharp, but couldn't find the blade she thought she went to bed with.  "I don't understand what you're saying.  Do I need to?"