Day Zero - Stranded

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Two X-Forcers find themselves on the outside of New York.



It was amazing what perspective could do for a hangover. Wanda found herself in a surprisingly empty TV room in the mansion at a little after 6:30 in the morning, remote in one hand with her cell in the other, still dressed in a borrowed set of PJ bottoms and her shirt from the day before. She stared, jaw set, at the news as it instructed people to stay well clear of New York City.

Because something had just gone horribly wrong inside of it.

One by one, she was pressing the speed dial on her phone to reach those, as far as she knew, who had still been in New York, automatically falling into emergency protocols that were driven into all of the Snow Valley team members heads. No one was picking up, either because of interference or because they couldn't...

Nimble fingers hit the next one and her head jerked up hard enough that her neck cracked because she could have sworn she heard an answering ring down the hall. Wanda glanced down to see who it was and then stuck her head out the door, bellowing, "Bishop!" to get his attention.

It seemed that Saturday training with Scott was likely going to be canceled. On his drive in Bishop heard the news over the radio and just as he stepped into the door he got a call from Wanda, then a yell. He headed to the TV room directly, stepping in and looking at Wanda, them being nearly nose to nose since she was standing in the door frame. "I'm assuming you're calling about the news. I haven't heard from anyone else yet." Well, it would have been nose to nose if they were near the same height.

"I just woke up," Wanda replied, stepping back, unused to that much of a height difference. "And yes. I was doing some visiting last night and ended up crashing - you have not heard from anyone?" She cursed then in a deep, guttural burst of a foreign language that almost sounded like it hurt physically to say. "Most of the mansion is up, I believe, but I had wanted to get in touch with someone..."

"I heard on the radio on my way over. Since we're here and looking for everyone lets coordinate. What can I do to help you out?" Bishop saw his role as a facilitator just about everywhere and Wanda seemed to be a bit frazzled. In this case he was lucky he didn't have all the history and emotional investment she did in all these people.

Find our people was a legitimate request at this point but not one that was wholly doable. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to think. After a moment, her face smoothed out, the worry and frantic concern dropping away. It was still there but deeper now, allowing her to react calmly. "I think we need to go find Scott - the X-Men, at least, must be scrambling."

"I can go check with him. You should keep working the phones. I can't imagine ever single one of them is down. I'll come right back here when I have some news for you." That was all Bishop needed for guidance and he was off, heading down the hall to touch bases with the X-Men and try to get their communication back up.