Monday morning, 15 Griffin Way
There was always a background hum of voices in her head, even when she wasn't consciously listening in. It was just there, the same way she smelled or heard or saw. She was talking to Negasonic Teenage Warhead who was telling her about her nightmares when every voice in her head screamed out at the same time in terror, fear and pain and then she blacked out.
When she woke up, everyone was dead.
The silence was deafening.
She held up a hand and watched her diamond skin with detached curiousity. She wasn't sure how long she sat there in the darkness, with only Negasonic Teenage Warhead's body for company.
Then there were noises...
Scraping against rock, voices and bells ringing.
Bells ringing?
Emma jerked awake. "What? What?" Oh. Doorbell. She got up and pulled on a robe before going downstairs to answer the door. Outside a big ceramic thing stood holding a package.
"Delivery For Emma Frost," it rumbled at her. "Sign Here, Please."
Slightly confused, Emma signed the proffered piece of paper and received the brightly coloured box.
The ceramic postman looked at her and said, solemnly, "Have A Good Day."
"Likewise," Emma said politely and closed the door.
The box contained five Hawaiian t-shirts, a bright green neon handbag, post-its in a variety of colours and a tin of tea. Emma stared, baffled. After some searching, she finally located a note inside the handbag.
ooc: Gladys modded with permission!