255/Waking Up To A New Reality

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Waking Up To A New Reality
Date of Scene: 03 March 2020
Location: Medical Lab
Synopsis: Negasonic wakes up in a medical facility, connected with wires and tubes to beeping machines. Is she safe...?
Cast of Characters: Negasonic, Jamie Madrox, Roberto da Costa, Lorna Dane




Negasonic has posed:
One moment the skies are covered by armies of Sentinels, the next everything is collapsing on top of her. Ellie doesn't remember much, other than perhaps pain. She lucked out with her powers kicking in almost instinctively to save her from getting crushed to death, albeit she did wind up buried under debris. Fortunately she lost consciousness, so wasn't able to panic into suffocating herself. Unbeknownst to her, the X-Men made a sweep of Genosha past its destruction, and found several survivors to bring back with them.

This is how she got here, waking up in some unfamiliar medical looking facility, hooked up to...stuff? Beeping stuff, with heart monitoring functions and weirdness. Either way, she couldn't tell if she was about to be put back under the Mutate Bonding Process, or she was somewhere good. Her instinct was to stay quiet, and work out a way out of there.

Looking around, she was trying to figure out her steps quietly.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
When waking up to the stainless steel and cutting edge medical bay beneath Xavier's? There is likely going to be some... unsettling confusion. Cool. Quiet. The sound of oxygen hissing softly. Respirators doing a job well done. The beeps, the blips and bloops of so many monitors. It's the perfect place for Jamie to get away from, well... himself. He doesn't look like any doctor she's ever seen. No labcoat. Instead, it's a deep brown overcoat. Sleeves pushed up his forearms and black rubber gloves on each hand. He's setting up a tray of needles and vials. Making a collection of high powered sedatives and muscle relaxers. Enough to drop a horse or two.

"There she is." Jamie says with a smooth, easy baritone from across the room. The monitors told him what she didn't plan on herself. Pulse jumped. Blood pressure rose. "I appreciate you not thrashing around, making a mess that I... that Hank will have to clean up." Looking over shoulder, Jamie lofts a brow beneath that black M branded into his scruffy face. Butterfly stitches on the bridge of his nose. Left eye black and purple. It was a wild weekend. "Long as you're not the snitchin' sort."

Leaving his curious task on pause, Madrox sniffs to clear his sinuses. Winces and silently reprimands himself as he approaches the girl, all hooked up to various wires and IV lines. Stopping to check fluid levels, he seems satisfied. Giving one of the lines a little flick. "The hod stuff. That's how you can tell we care. That and you're here, I suppose. That's probably nice. Comparatively speaking."

Negasonic has posed:
The fact Jamie doesn't look like a doctor is a huge help to ease down a very nervous Ellie, she knows how Mutate Bonding types looks like, and Jamie ain't it. "Who are you!? Where am I!?" Ellie stabs Jamie with sharp, demanding questions before there's even room for introductions, when she spots him. "Snitching sort...? The fuck!? What is this place? Am I in trouble?" Ellie asks her mind and heart racing at the same time, before she asks incredulously, "am I in hell?"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Oh, Jamie looks positively nothing like a doctor. Unshaven. Battered. Hungover(again). The overcoat was one thing, the t-shirt and jeans were another. Maybe it's casual dress day in the nightmarish experime-, errr medical bay. Her aggitation doesn't get a demand from him so much as a suggestion. "Chill, kid. Chill. Move around too much and I'll have to re-do that line there and I'm a bit rusty." He says it so easily. Relaxed. A zen-like exhaustion helps. "You're somewhere safe. Secure. Friendly turf. Promise."

Upnodding at her heart monitor, the beeps picking up a rapid pace along with her pulse, Jamie reminds her of his suggestions. "Friggin' relax, alright? You're not in Hell. You're in upstate New York." A smile then, bright yet a little sad. Warm even in his ragged state. "If I said Gotham, you'd have gotten pretty close though."

Dragging a chair close, the legs noisily squeak and skip across the clean tile. "Jamie Madrox. That's who I am. How about you? Look like a.... Mackenzie. No, wait. Brenda. It's Brenda, isn't it?" He asks while gingerly taking a seat. Close but out of reach. Wisely so.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto was on 'candy striper' duty down in medical. Best not to ask what he did to deserve it. Likely similar to why he's late this morning, he looks that mix of happy and hungover that comes with a night of partying. Also he's humming Journey's 'After the Fall', or at least he was until he hears the name guessing thing, "Definitely one of those double barrel names, Tiffany-Anne, Brenda-Jane," he says between sucks of a can of Red Bull. "Getting close?" he asks Ellie in his faintly accented voice.

Negasonic has posed:
"Chill? I'm in a fucking nightmare facility that could possibly want to make me into a mindless slave, how am I supposed to chill!?" Ellie snaps at Jamie as she sits up in her bed, putting some strain on some of the stuff wired to her. "Friendly? As in, no experiments on mutants? Because that's usually what places like this do..." clearly, her experience wasn't unicorns and sunshine. "No! Not a Mackenzie, and definitely not a Brenda, ugh! I'm Negasonic Teenage Warhead," she goes ahead and introduces herself with a distinctly non-human given name. Though she probably has one of those. Having introduced herself, she sticks her tongue at Roberto, "close enough, dweeb, but it was triples."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
When Ellie understandably snaps at Jamie, he slouches back into his chair. Stretching his legs out forward, bare footed on that icy cold tile floor. Toes wiggle unseen. He takes the verbal battery without a blink, still offering that half-assed smile of his. "Yeah. Literally none of what you said was right. Pretty dark though." He shrugs then, crossing his arms. "No experiments. Just free health care. Don't tell anybody. Drives some folks nuts just to think about it."

The entrance of Roberto got Jamie to roll his head back and observe a kindred, hungover spirit. "You look like shiiiiiiit, Roberto." He can't help but grin a little too much before his attention swings back to Negasonic. "I could see a Brenda-Jane." Taking a breath, Jamie holds it for a lingering pause. "Alright. That names a little better than Tiffany-Lee. Look. Sit back or don't. Not gonna make you not hurt yourself. Heh. She called you a dweeb. Like it's nineteen eighty-six."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
It takes a second to realize who it was that Madrox was talking to, "Oh shit, you're up, hey, welcome to the world of the living," Roberto greets before he shoots a grin at Madrox, "Yeah and it feels like I'm looking in a mirror, man," he says. "Want me to set us up with a couple of IVs?" he asks only half-joking, mainlining fluids sounded heavenly right now.

As for Ellie, he chuckles, "Dweeb?" he flashes the hang loose sign, "Radical dude," he says before smiling. "Close, but no way I was going to guess that one," he says as he takes a piece of the wall to lean on. "Negasonic Teenage Warhead. Cool. Anyhow, you're safe here, no slaves, no experiments, just people who fall over themselves to help. I know, weird right?"

Negasonic has posed:
"Like you'd say if I was right," Ellie points out, glowering at Jamie suspiciously. Funny enough, it's Jamie's greeting to Roberto that finally eases Ellie down a bit. "I guess you weren't lying, I mean, a freak nightmare doctor wouldn't call a fellow torturer shit." She crosses her arms, nearly detaching one of the many wired attached to her in the process, "I promise you I'm no Brenda-Jane." She then looks sharply at Jamie, "quit it with the Tiffany-Lee and Bobbi-Sue, I don't have a stupid name like that, ok? My parents were decent." She shrugs at the little sting aimed her way, "I called him that because he comes off like a dweeb, I mean, I could call him a doucheface, but I don't have any evidence pointing at that quite yet."

"...oh...so you know I'm supposed to be dead, good, maybe I really am not in Hell after all," Ellie murmurs at Roberto, who seem to actually be aware of where she came from. At least judging by his comment. "It's not just cool, it's the best name ever, I came up with it myself," as if Ellie needed to tell anyone that bit. "So you guys are not going to steal my brain and make me a robo-slave? I guess that's a good start...so what's the catch? I mean, I'm alive...so you're not that bad."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Mostly living." Jamie mutters under a breath, arms folded over his chest. The picture of lazy comfort, slouched back and legs kicked out before him. "You should buy a new mirror." He chuckles with a shake of the head before nodding to his tray of assorted tranquilizers. "Naaaaah. I'm going with Plan C. Knock myself out for a couple days. Then make a triumphant, Christ-like return. I'll be expecting dancing girls and fireworks. Or a cold beer."

Unhelpfully, Jamie is quick to correct her. "Oh, I totally would call a fellow torturer shit." He even nods in the affirmative, bottom lip pouted out a bit in contemplation. Huh. Torturer. Maybe look into the career opportunities later. "Hmmm? Oh. Yeeeaaah. I'll give you that. Definitely not a doucheface. I mean, lookit those cheekbones. Girl, you'd have to be blind."

Brow arched upward again, Jamie watches the girl with sleepy, bloodshot eyes. Half a smirk on the corner of his lips. "Feisty, isn't she? Multiple Man. Just call me Jamie. Or Dork. Whatever." Licking dry lips, he grunts and lurches forward in his chair. "Not in Hell. Looks like some kind folks pulled you out of the wreckage. No robo-slave intentions as of yet. But your fate? Above my pay grade, sweetheart. Might be a catch but for now? You're in good hands. Mostly. All thumbs today."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto grins at Ellie's assessment, "Well not a douche/face/," he says snappointing to Madrox when he mentions Roberto's cheekbones. "But douche is fair," he says.

There's a nod to Ellie being feisty and he nods too to the bit about her name. "Also fair," he says of it being the best name ever. "

"Oh and me? Roberto da Costa," the da Costa name might be recognizable from da Costa International or it could be a coincidence. "Or Sunspot," he says.

As for Ellie's fate. "Yeah, one of the others will have to come down and talk to you, I don't know what's going on half the time, I just work here."

A smile, and Roberto detaches from the wall and grabs a seat. "So, what do you remember before you got here?"

Negasonic has posed:
"See? That's why I went with dweeb for now," Ellie snorts at Jamie as he agrees with her assessment that doucheface isn't right. Not for Roberto at least, definitely not at this point in time. "I can call you dork, if you keep poking fun at the choices I make, but you can be Jamie for now. I mean, you didn't enslave me, that was cool." Ellie sighs and collapses back in her hospital bed, groaning, "was my Starkphone rescued from the wreckage? I need to post updated that I'm alive and shit."

"I just hope this isn't a concentration camp, what I remember....?" Ellie pauses to concentrate, "well, they were broadcasting sirens saying Sentinels are coming, and then a building collapsed on me...at least I think it was a building. Next thing I remember is waking up here."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie also snappoints at Roberto when the confirmation is confirmed. "Bit douche is fair." He can't help but chuckle under a breath. Slouched forward, he's folded over his forearms. Watching Ellie with that stoic, half alert stare. "Hey, you can call me dorknas much as you want, Brenda-Anne." He says with that widening of a smartass smirk. A shake of the head, the smirk fades. "Phone didn't make it, kid. Neither did Genosha." Boom. That was about as blunt as it gets. Jamie just drops it on the table like that without hesitation. "They grabbed as many survivors as they could. You were one. Of course. Sucks. It really does. But you made it. There's that."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto is unfazed. "Dork works," he grins from his chair, squinting into the harsh light of the medbay. "Seriously considering that IV thing," he asides to Jamie.

Jamie's rather rough delivery of the news is met with a flinch from Roberto. "Well he's only half right," he says before he gets up and goes to one of the drawers, producing the missing StarkPhone. "Remember Hank tucked this away when you got here, even charged it for you."

He couldn't do anything for Genosha. But hey he could reunite NTW with her phone and that was something.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna had been rescued long after most of the calls had been made that she was dead along with her father. Weeks after Genosha's destruction even. The former Princess of the island nation had been pulled from the rubble and debris with no shortage of insanity and grief to cope with, and for the past few days she had been holed up in her room.

People had tip toed around her, avoiding mentioning Genosha or anything. Jean had even convinced Scott to lay off on the questioning for the moment. But she hadn't been forced to spend even a day in medical. Beyond extreme dehydration and even starvation.. she'd been fairly healthy. Unharmed. Despite the chaos that had happened around her, her forcefields had kept her physically unharmed at least.

Still, when she heard that there were other survivors being held in medical, she made her way down.. she had to find out who else had survived. The green haired woman entered with a hesitant movement. Her once long hair now shorn to a messy bob, and she wore all black, jeans and turtleneck, leaving her even paler looking than usual. Her gaze swung over the room's occupants, and she furrowed her brows, lingering in the doorway.

Negasonic has posed:
"Dude! I'm not a Brenda-Anne! Quit it, seriously! If you're gonna be an asshole about it, just call me Ellie, at least that's my real name," Negasonic grumbles angrily, looks like Jamie managed to weasel out her real name with his insistence on 'Brenda-Anne'. However, when the news comes about her phone not making it, Ellie looks truly stunned. Quite crest-fallen, she nods bitterly, "I guess I should have expected it..." somehow, she almost seems more concerned about her phone than her whole freakin' country. "Yeah, totally yay." But then comes Roberto with the heavenly update, and she immediately snatches her phone from his offering hand, "Oh my god!!! It's alive! I don't know who the fuck this Hank guy is, but tell him he's a saint, and god will reward him if he exists. If not, I'll reward him as soon as I have any money...somehow." Her fingers move in a surprisingly quick pace for someone without speed powers (or maybe she has those?) as she zooms about the phone, grabbing whatever updates she can.

"Sylvie is alive," she quips even though nobody would honestly know the girl she's talking about. But when Lorna walks in, Ellie looks up from her phone and appears quite stunned, "you have the motherfucking Princess here!? What the fuck!? How is that possible?" She looks shocked, and confused, before eventually asking Lorna, "is your father alive!?"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Lorna wasn't the only one on the way down to Medical. Jamie Prime was too. Looking for one of his Dupes, he pauses at the doorway beside Lorna for a moment. Tone quiet. Even. Oddly respectful to Polaris. Unlit cigarette between his lips. "Lorna. I like it short. Cute." He says before upnodding into the room with Negasonic, Roberto and... Jamie. "Hey. C'mon, man. We got work to do. No more sneaking narcotics, alright? Hey, 'Berto. Look like shit, man."

The battered Dupe Jamie rolls his eyes with an audibly annoyed groan before standing up. "Fiiiiiiiine. GAWD. I can't do anything fun." Padding across the cold tile on bare feet, the Dupe upnods Lorna. "Hey, Princess. Liked it better long." A wink from a purple-yellow bruised blackeye as the Dupe squeezes past and out of the room. Jamie Madrox, the OG of OG's gives a little wave to Negasonic. "Hey, kid. Good to see you up." A pat on Lorna's shoulder. Once. Light. Done. Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he slips it behind an ear. "Right then." With a tsking suck of his teeth, he nods slow before simply turning on heel. A shove to his Dupe. "C'mon, man. Really? We need to be in Metropolis in two hours, dude. Stop playin'." The Copy just laughs and continues on with Madrox toward the elevators. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll get the baseball bat."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Suddenly the medbay is Grand Central Station, Roberto waves goodby to the Madroxi, and hello to Lorna as she makes an appearance, "Hello Miss Dane," he greets with uncharacreristic reverance.

A look to Ellie, "Glad I could give you the good news, and yeah, Hank is pretty much a saint," he confirms before stepping forward and offering Lorna one of the chairs in the room. "Guess introductions aren't needed, but Miss Dane this is Ellie, she's one of the survivors we picked up." Or well the X-Men had anyhow.

He steps back to let the Genoshans have a minute without him butting in.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna swallowed thickly as she stepped further into the room, her gaze lingering on Ellie's figure before she glanced over her shoulder at Jamie as he spoke, and then back to his dupe. "Hello Jamie.." She arched a brow, though at the disagreement between the dupe and prime, her lips parting as if she'd say something, before she shook her head and stepped closer to the Ellie so that she wouldn't have to speak across the room.

As Roberto made introductions she nodded, offering a strained smile and a polite thank-you as she took the offered chair.

"I lived here before, I'm a bit of a reserve member of the team. When I wasn't on the island." She murmured softly, her lips pursing together and she slowly shook her head.

"The whole palace was levelled. There were ... no one came out from there." She managed, her voice thick. Her mind shied away from the fact that... if her father was dead, then as his heir she was now Queen... The thought was too much and she chased it away with a mental shake.

Negasonic has posed:
"Oh...?" Ellie certainly didn't know the Princess ever done anything other than getting pampered in her palace like a Disney Princess, so that was news. "Cool, I guess," she murmurs, not quite sure how to properly hold a conversation with a freakin' Princess. Ellie does look stunned when Lorna doesn't offer any optimism about her father, "well...whatever the case, Princess, I want you to know that your father was a saint. I will forever owe my life to him, and I will never forget it. I hope one day we can have revenge, he didn't deserve to die...he was the best man ever to live on this filthy world."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto sits back in the corner, and listening, watching but not speaking. This wasn really a Genoshan moment, and so he stays out of it for now. On hand to help but not interfere.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shifted on her seat, glancing briefly at Roberto, but then turning the full focus of her attention to Ellie. It felt better to be sitting at someone else's beside than to be curled under a mountain of blankets in her room. She nodded once, and she folded her legs. "Please call me Lorna. I'm.. not really a Princess anymore." She bit her lower lip, and she picked at a stray thread of black from her shirt.

"I know my father was a hero to many, and a nightmare to some." She hesitated, considering what to say in the face of such praise for her father. She'd heard it before of course.. but now? Now he was dead. "He was right in the end." She continued, and lowered her gaze. She pulled out a Genoshan make phone from her pocket, and held it out toward Ellie. "I managed to get his last broadcast off, on the island. If you wanted to listen to it."

Negasonic has posed:
"Lorna...?" Ellie looks quite intimidated by the prospect of calling the Princess by her first name, the monarchy in Genosha was a pretty obvious construct of government, and it was odd to even be in the same room as the Princess. Let alone to be conversing with her. "Doesn't matter what those assholes do, you're still the Princess of the greatest thing ever done on Earth." Ellie snorts at the very suggestion Magneto was ever a nightmare to anyone, "all lies by cowards who turned a blind eye to what was being done to us. I was a fucking slave, THEY TOOK MY FREE WILL! STOLE IT!!" Ellie breaks into tears, turning to hide her face in her pillows, not wanting to be seen breaking apart. "Your father is the angel that saved me..."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna got up from her seat, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed as Ellie became increasingly upset. She held out her arms offering an embrace but not invading her space if it was unwelcomed, and exhaling a breath. "I know. I know. I.." She trailed off, her voice becoming caught in her throat as she watched the tearful young mutant beside her. She felt a knot in her stomach twist sickeningly.

"I will try my best to live up to his memory. I promise."