InsaneJournal

Who: Jubilation Lee and Wanda
What: Figuring out where she is
Where: Around the Apartment Building
When: Tuesday Afternoon



Jubilee was almost certain that she would bake alive in the isolation box, the only thing that kept Jubilee from knocking out entirely was the fact that she wanted to be able to hear Storm if she called for her. But closing her eyes, when she had so little energy to spare, that couldn’t hurt, could it?

At first, Jubilee thought she had imagined the smells of a busy city street, that she had finally gone fully delusional. But the breeze kissed her face and blew through her sweat dampened hair. It was real enough for her to flutter her eyes open.

Her back was not against the solitary wall anymore, but a newspaper box. Goodland? She clearly wasn’t in Genosha anymore, but how? Her fingers reached up gently and touched the power suppressing collar that still clung to her neck. What was going on? The date… it made her pause… 2021? No way.

“This is totally bogus.” She whispered to herself, parched from the lack of hydration. She picked up her yellow jacket, she had been sitting on it, and slung it over her shoulder. A letter seemingly fell out of the pocket, and she read it carefully.

Go to an apartment? You’ll be taken care of? As if! She rolled her eyes, if this wasn’t a trap, then her name was Susie. Still, what else did she have to go on? She was alone. Though, bitterly, she thought it was at least better than having a teammate who you trusted with your entire being only to have him absolutely turn you in. Ugh! Gambit was so dumb!

Dirty, and tired, and overly thirsty, Jubilee dragged herself down the winding blocks to the apartment building, admittedly, it was nice to feel the air conditioning once she stepped in the building, and took a long breath. Her hair was sticking up and messy, and without her jacket on, her flashing slave collar was on display for anyone to see. She had to figure out how to get rid of it, but she wasn’t brave enough to pick the lock, knowing that she could explode.

She hung off to the side of the reception area, doing her best to look as inconspicuous as possible, trying to see who or what was coming in and out of the building, leaning heavily against a wall as she did so.