EIGHT MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL! WOOT! Hopefully the summer will bring more writing, but I dunno… ONWARD
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Soon, Morgan found herself clean from a hot shower and dressed in a clean, olive drab flight suit. Things were beginning to seem familiar, but she still could quite remember what had happened. Roaming the halls of the compound, she stumbled across the mess hall and a few of the people inside waved her in and got her a tray of hot breakfast. Awkwardly, she sat off by herself and tentatively picked at her food before realizing it was good and she was famished. Occupied with eating, she didn't notice two men across the cafeteria nudge each other and make their way to her table.
Both joined her, one sliding into a chair beside her and the other taking a seat facing her, dropping their own trays on the table with good-natured looks. She started slightly, recognizing the two but not able to put her finger on whom they were exactly. They seemed important, anyway. One, taller, was African American with a bald head; the other was closer to Morgan's height with short cropped red hair. Their name patches read 'Collins' and 'Campolongo.' Morgan shifted uneasily in her flight suit.
"Um…good morning. Can I help you?" she said. The two guys looked at each other and laughed. Collins elbowed her while he spoke to both Morgan and Campolongo.
"Damn girl, looks like they really scrambled your brains this time!" Collins chuckled. Both men ate between words now. "They said you might have longer than normal amnesia." Collins said with a mouthful of eggs as Campolongo jumped in.
"Oh, I can help with that." The tall African American said, switching to a very cheesy German accent. "Jour name is Elmer J. Fudd und ju own a mansion und a yacht." All three now cracked up, earning a few odd looks from the others in the mess hall. Both of these two had the rank of Captain, and both acted as though they were very familiar with Morgan. She allowed herself to relax a little at the sophomoric attitudes of the two.
"Okay, I'm not that naïve." Morgan answered with a smile. She decided to make an honest effort getting to know them both. "But yeah…my head is really screwed up right now, I'm not really sure what's real and what's not." Collins shook his head as he chewed on a piece of toast.
"Well, I'm Collins and that shit stain over there is Campolongo." Collins said as +4
Campolongo waved while eating his Fruit Loops. "We're on the same crew as you, we run surveillance on Earth's new 'Political Refugees.'" he said as Campolongo made a sound that reminded Morgan of the noise Ironhide made when he transformed. Morgan gave him an odd look, then something clicked in her head and she nearly fell out of her chair.
"COLLINS? Like, you're actually real? My head isn't hanging onto you from the simulation?!" Morgan exclaimed. Collins smirked, then stuck the fork he was using in the back of Morgan's hand, just a playful jab not hard enough to break the skin. Morgan yelped and jerked her hand back, giving him a look.
"That feel real enough to you?" Collins said with a smirk. Campolongo chuckled.
"Awww, you made it into her simulation." he said. Morgan rubbed the back of her hand, briefly examining the row of indents in her skin.
"Yeah, that felt real, you bastard… but why would you be real and no one else? What about Havii, Blitz, Pierz…Hawkeye?" Morgan said. Collins scratched his chin.
"Well, I don't know who Hawkeye is. Havii and Pierz are on a mission in Sierra Leone, and Blitz…I think you might know where he is, depending on if he's still in your room." Collins said as he polished off his plate. "Look, if things are still fuzzy tomorrow you need to go see Dr. Arkaville. We'll see you later, we've got a flyby mission for Jasper Nevada. Talk to you later, Greene!" Collins said, getting up with Campolongo to leave. When Collins had gone, the other man quickly turned to Morgan and leaned down, talking quietly.
"Ahhh…you wouldn't happen to remember poker night last week, would you?" Campolongo said. Morgan raised an eyebrow, slowly shaking her head.
"Good!" Campolongo smiled, spinning on his heel and catching up with Collins. Morgan thought for one moment she'd call after them, but decided against it.
But…I saw Pierz die by Starscream's hand…and why would Blitz be in my room? Morgan thought to herself, shaking her head and going back to her now-cold breakfast.
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Sorry if this is a bore, I'm making sure I establish a base and try and alleviate most of your confusion! Chapters for a little bit now will be to catch you all (and morgan) up to what's really going on. ^~^