Strange Awakenings, Part 1
Location: Medical Wing, Townsend Tower - Atlanta, Georgia
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - Monday, 16 January 2012/Afternoon
Deep, brown eyes fluttered open and Cecily winced at the bright light in the room. She turned her blonde head away until her eyes adjusted. Her head hurt a bit, and her body ached, but she was whole.
Cecily pushed the covers off of herself and looked down. She had been undressed and put into a hospital gown. Looking around, she saw that she was in some sort of hospital room. Another bed was set up in the room with Talia lying in it, asleep.
Cecily slipped her bare feet onto the cold tile floor and shivered a bit. She stumbled once before finding her feet. A pitcher of water and two glasses were on the table between the beds, so she poured a glass and drank thirstily before going and sitting on the edge of Talia’s bed. Gently she caressed back the redhead’s hair.
Eying the table again, Cecily spotted a bag with her personal effects. She dug out her rosary and rested her other hand on Talia’s chest as she prayed silently.
Talia’s eyes fluttered open and she gasped, sitting up a bit quickly to grasp the blonde to her. “Oh, thank God! You’re awake,” she said, her thick accent cracking with emotion. “I was so worried. The medical staff said that you’d be fine, and you look better than you did, but things are weird here. They said someone would be in to talk to us soon.”
Cecily hugged Talia just as tightly, smiles and tears. She leaned back to sign, even though the redhead couldn’t understand it, though she maybe recognized Xander’s name.
“I don’t know what happened to him. Or us, for that matter.” Talia had been trying to end that hateful little monster Bethany, then she woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. “Do you remember anything?” The redhead looked at Cece expectantly, then shook her head, chuckling. She glanced around the room, then into the drawer on the side table, and pulled out a paper and pen with Townsend Tower printed on both, handing them to the blonde with a bit of a triumphant smile. A smile that faltered slightly as she recognized the name from the news, and she paled slightly.
Cecily smiled and started to write in her distinctive, clear feminine hand.
THERE WAS A LOT OF WIND. AND XANDER IN THE AIR. THEN I HIT A TREE AND NOTHING.
“I don’t even remember that much,” Talia said softly, her eyes drawn back to the header on the paper. “These people...they’re mutant friendly people. They were the first attack on New Year’s Day. A mall associated with it or something.” The woman shuddered, then looked back at Cecily, the look of distress on her face changing to one of disgust as she said, “Jon said that weird little mutant girl had a place to go, and she said someone was coming for us. Were these the people that she was talking about?”
Cecily nodded and wrote:
THEY SAVED US.
Talia swallowed a bit thickly and nodded. “I suppose that I should be grateful for that,” she agreed, but she was still pale. Mutants had knocked a building down on her head and she couldn’t see trusting one. She sure didn’t trust Bethany. Not that she ever really had liked the crude, backwater girl.
There was a light knock on the door and a young man peeked his head in. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and was kind of cute, if a bit young, pale, and looked tired. “Good, you’re awake,” he said with a pleasant voice and smile. “Mind if I come in?”
Cecily looked at Talia and back at the young man. She held up a finger and gave him a shooing motion.
The young man smiled and closed the door. Cecily turned to do a bit of something with Talia’s disheveled red hair, and then her own blonde hair, trying to make themselves look halfway presentable. When the young man poked his head in again later, she waved him in.
He was wearing khakis and a blue long sleeved t-shirt with a white lab coat over it that had a tablet sticking out of one pocket. “How are you ladies feeling?” he asked.
Talia wasn’t really in the mood for strange visitors, but she did know how to plaster on a smile and run with it. “Like I’ve been sleeping for far too long, and I have no idea where I am,” the redhead stated, not even trying to hide her thick accent from the young man. “I’m Talia, this is Cecily. I don’t really know what you know about us, so I’m at a bit of a loss.”
“Of course,” the young man said. He had a bit of his own accent, a drawl. “Perfectly understandable. I’m Matthew Todd,” he introduced himself, offering his hand.
Cecily took it with an arched brow, giving it a firm shake.
“I’m an intern here in the infirmary. You are in the Townsend Academy in Atlanta and were brought in with fairly extensive injuries. I was just coming in to check on your progress.”
Cecily wrote on her pad and showed it to Talia, but so Matthew couldn’t see it.
HE’S KIND OF CUTE.
She blushed a bit and gave him a smile.
Talia glanced at the paper, then looked again, an eyebrow arching slightly. She glanced up at Cecily and chuckled. She’d never seen the young blonde woman so much as blink at most men. Handing the paper back to Cecily with a soft laugh, she looked back to Matthew, taking his hand when he offered it to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Matthew. As far as I can tell, I’m a bit stiff and sore, but that could be from laying in one place for too long.” She handed another piece of clean paper to Cece. “I don’t know how she’s doing. I can’t understand her without our phones, or her writing things down. I really should learn some sign language.”
“Not a problem,” Matthew said. “I can set you up with a translator, if you like,” he said. “Here.” He moved between the beds to a black panel on the wall and swiped a finger across it. It woke up, revealing a touchscreen. “OG is our resident house AI,” he explained. “You can just speak her name and she will respond, but you can also use the communications panels that are throughout the school. Say hello, OG.”
“And somehow, you manage to make the technologically advanced AI sound like a house pet,” OG responded with a bit of a digital sounding chuckle. “But, he’s right. I am pretty user friendly. Well, apart from my rapier wit.”
Matt smiled. “Sorry, OG.” He glanced at Cecily.
Cecily signed, [Hello, OG.]
“Hello, Baroness Carlisle, Miss Cervenak,” OG responded with another chuckle when both women glanced at each other with surprise. “Don’t look so surprised. The room is monitored with cameras, so I can see your signs, and I have excellent facial recognition software. I probably know more about both of you than you’re likely comfortable with, in all fairness.”
Talia paled a bit more and shook her head, looking faint. “I...can’t say that I’m happy to hear that, but then I suppose it would be difficult to keep things too much of a secret. Especially considering recent events.”
Cecily blushed as well. Her title was always something her mother held, and technically she was only baroness until Xander married and his wife took the title.
“Don’t worry,” Matthew said. “OG is very discreet. You won’t even know she’s there unless you ask for her.” He came over to the bed upon which the two women sat. “Now are you ready for your final check before we let you leave the infirmary?” he asked them with a smile. “I can give you a synopsis of your injuries when you came in.”
Talia continued smiling and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be. And it would be nice to have some information. I don’t really remember much after a certain point.”
NPC Xander Carlisle
Former Mafia Princess
NPC Bethany Davies