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Makenna's first call was to her father.  It was well overdue; with her hearing taking nearly three days to fully return. Through-out the recovery persisted the suffocating presence of Officer Haynes, repeating the same amendment to the Connecticut constitution each time she asked**. He recited the passage with such monotonous detail as to trigger a flare up in her still-lingering tinnitus with a subsequent migraine. Still, a phone did come after four cycles of sleep spent in the sterile, windowless, hype-proof cell.

It was old-fashioned, lacking even a touch-screen.  Nothing but a keypad to dial the two numbers provided to her on a notepad.

The first call was to her father, but it was her grandmother who answered. The call had gone poorly from that moment onward.  Rose Coultier had never liked Makenna's mother, from her first arrival in Lafayette; claiming she could sense the white woman's bad energies.  Jaida's flight shortly after her daughter's birth had done nothing to help the old woman's superstitions.  Makenna had hardly finished explaining where she was before the line went dead. 

She sat in stunned silence, listening to the dead tone for some time before promptly pushing the interaction out of her mind and punching in the second number provided. Carson. As loathe as she was to even let him know what happened, he was the only person in a position to give her any real support.

"Ken? Are you okay?" She'd hardly heard the phone ring before it was answered.  Carson was on the other line, worried for her, but patiently listening as she carefully explained the events of the past few days to him: The bachelorette party, the karaoke, the [i]event[/i] and the following fog.

"Hold tight Kenna," and then his final words to her: "We'll figure this out". Over the phone he sounded just confident enough for a small part of Makenna to believe him.
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Another PCRU afternoon, another ceremony.  Makenna wondered if they'd decided to hold this particular one in the stadium incase Cassander's body hadn't quite made it past the horizon in time.  A burning corpse visible from the field sure would have been a mood-killer. Dead, gone, and mourned; the faculty had clearly decided Cassander's time was over and they'd all better get back to the ever-important campus traditions.

Two armbands and an envelope.  Makenna wasted no time removing the piece of fabric already attached to her arm.  While far from certain about what her final choice would be, Makenna wasn't one to chose a losing team.  One team member in the hospital, another dead, and the rest eager to follow; Blackjack wasn't looking much like a group of winners.

Which left her with Firebird or Eclipse.  She took the time to further evaluate each group as the introductions and speeches droned on in the background.  

Firebird seemed obvious.  They'd withstood the attack without a single soul lost or turned, but that kind of unity was a obstacle in itself.  In Firebird she'd be the outsider; a mismatched piece from her own team seeking refuge in another. Eclipse, however... she looked to the much smaller group sporting the crescent band.  There were so few left. Those remaining had felt betrayal, and were no doubt lost; confused.  Barely a team really, but it could be the start of one; one which Makenna had the chance to play a pivotal role in shaping.

A roaring of cheers finally drew her out from her thoughts.  She looked up to see Trace, the first of Blackjack to step forward and make her intentions known. It made sense, she supposed.  They'd been the first to bolt at the campfire after all. She stepped forward with Trace, face perfectly fixed with a self-assured smile, as blackjack's armband fell to the ground.  Firebird's remained tightly balled in Makenna's left hand, while Eclipse's waved freely in her right.

[colour=#BC8F8F]"Don't worry about me, I heard the rules,"[/colour] She said in a sickeningly sweet tone to the transfer student offering up unsought opinions.  [colour=#BC8F8F]"I know what I'm doing."[/colour]

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