Thread: Psychic Web
Who: Vaughan, Jenna, Chase, Charlie and Roxy.
When: Saturday Afternoon.
Where: NYC Hospital.
What: The psychic web start realizing that they're mind-locked, and find each other so they can get out of the hospital.



Jenna had been drifting in and out of it for a while now. She had woken, fully, before - hours before? minutes? she had no idea - but had drifted off, with just the barest glance at her surroundings. Now she was awake, although she still felt groggy, the result of a sedative to help her sleep and be comfortable. Eyes opened, she could see that she was in a hospital room, and for a moment she had no idea why. And then it all came rushing back to her, a deluge of memories, the thick, choking smell of smoke, the heat, the panic, the voices in her head, Chase and Vaughan looking for ways out and Roxy showing them to her, to all of them.

She sat up fast - too fast, and it hurt. Jenna remembered falling then, through a set of stairs that had charred away, landing in a heap below. She remembered getting out, all of them, barely. And the flashing lights of paramedics. One of them had strapped an oxygen mask over her face and then... and then it went black.

Gingerly, she touched a hand to her forehead. Her head hurt in powerful ways and there was a buzzing there. She heard voices, and she glanced around, eyes landing on patients in other beds, but they were all sound asleep and certainly not talking. Jenna could swear she heard - Roxy? Charlie? Chase? Vaughan? But that was ridiculous. It was left over from her dreams, she told herself. Because she had dreamed about them, very vividly, talking to them.

The hospital was too clean, too sterile, and too empty, despite the sleeping people she was surrounded by. Hospitals meant people asking questions, and Jenna tended to avoid questions whenever she could. Carefully, she slid out of the bed, realizing as she did so that she was clad only in a Johnny shirt. Which wouldn't do. She could hardly wander around in that. She looked around for her things - they had to be somewhere, didn't they? There was no need for them to have been cut off anywhere like that.

There were a few cupboards in the room, and she started there. Opening the first she felt a velour pink track suit. No, definitely not hers. Underneath were a folded pair of kakhi pants and a pretty blue blouse. Also not hers. If Jenna had not been so eager to get out of there she might have played a game of matching clothes to the patients in the room. She closed that cupboard and opened the next. There were her things, neatly folded, despite their grubby nature.

A glance over her shoulder told her than no one (awake) was around and so she quickly changed. Out of the hospital gown and into the grungy yellow sundress with a white bird print, and worn and threadbare green hoodie. She pulled on her army boots and lacked them up. There. All her possessions in the world now, as her few other meager things were now piles of ash. Upon scrambling to leave the building, Jenna had grabbed only one thing - Slink, the stray cat that was attatched to her. She had shoved him into her hoodie, zipped it up and carried him out like a baby. Boy had he given the paramedics a surprise when they opened her hoodie while in the ambulence. Slink had leapt out and darted away as soon as they had stopped at the hospital.

Once she was dressed she felt minorly better. She crossed the room and then peaked her head out, her hair still in its tangled mess, some loose, some in skinny dreads with thread woven in. Jenna looked down the hallway, which was mostly clear, and then stepped out - and nearly doubled over, for at that moment she was struck with a wave of voices in her head. No, not voices exactly. It was more like - thoughts. Like when Roxy said something into her head. Except it was mixed up, voices layered on voices, woven together. She pressed a hand against the wall for support and sucked in a breath. Could a fire make her go crazy? Could trauam do that to a person? Maybe.

Regaining her composure (whatever little she had of it to begin with), Jenna started down the hall, peeking in rooms, looking for her friends.