[is it wrong to use her magic to pull the toilet seat down, instead of her hands? is it wrong that she has basically taken ownership of one bowl, one spoon, and one cup as her own and keeps it in her apartment most of the time? would wanda really be blamed for staring in exasperation at the lack of regard for how long a load is left in the washing machine long after the cycle has finished? it is just a small set of grievances, and wanda thought she was better than this —
but it is really starting to get to a point where she needs to let go and focus on keeping her apartment space tidy, if nothing else.
(well, there's that hole in the wall between hers and jeff's apartment that came about because of the water seeping in. she's put a motivational poster bonnie had lying around to cover it up for now. needless to say, wanda put it up the other way around.)
she is heading up the stairs with her laundry basket, hugging the wall to the right, when she notices someone else heading down at the same time. it could be any of the guys and they would be greeted with a narrowing of her eyes (except not jack, ren, nor harry; wanda thinks that they are great and they they can do no harm), only to look up and find—]
Oh.
[so surprised she is at the fact that it's another woman that she just kind of... stands there.]
[Look, Beau is the last person who's going to say she's some kind of priss that can't rough it. She's more than used to sleeping in the dirt or being covered in blood, but it's like-- it's the principle of the thing, after a while. Her family (and her) were horrible little gremlins sometimes, but at least they had the decency to stop bugs from showing up or just get their shit to themselves. If she finds another pair of someone's dirty underwear just lying on the ground with shit tracks in it she's going to burn the place to the ground.
Mostly, she's just dealt with it by physically not being here as much as possible, and using it primarily as a crash space. She's on her way out now to find someplace that Isn't This Spot when she's hears Wanda speak, and looks up to register what's going on.
Hey, wait a second.]
Uhh-- yeah.
[She jabs a thumb over her shoulder.]
Second floor, end of the hall. Gonna assume you do too unless you're just... carrying clothes around for fun or something.
[on the second floor, too? has wanda really been so out of it she missed out on noticing there was another woman in this building—and a few apartments away from her own?
this shouldn't really be such a huge thing for wonderment, and yet...]
Sorry, I'm just— I've never seen you before.
[okay, hold on, that sounds like an accusation?? wanda closes her eyes and takes a breath, swiftly realigning herself, and pulls up a smile on her face.]
I'm Wanda. I live an apartment from you, actually. I am just surprised that I never noticed.
[Look, calling Beau a woman is like remembering that clydesdales are horses. Like yes of course it's a horse but good god it's big and not even remotely delicate. It might as well have hands. That said, she is never going to turn down being looked at with admiration from another woman, and she can't help but stand up a little straighter like the big lesbian she is.]
Oh. Uhh... hey. I'm Beauregard. But uh. Call me Beau.
[She's not great at smiling, but she makes at least a little attempt. At least she can connect the dots in why Wanda might be surprised and carry the conversation.]
I think you're the only other girl I've seen here. 'Cept for Bonnie.
[it's just like the avengers compound back when she had first joined; the only other woman around was black widow, and it wasn't even a matter of boys vs girls by any means. it was just easier to relate—shared experiences and less grievances like having a synthezoid walk through walls or nightmarish attempts at prepared meals.
at least there wanda had more amenities just for herself, unlike here.]
Yeah, every other room is basically guys.
[she scrunches her nose a little and tilts her head.] A little noticeably. [no, she's not going to start naming names, but she did run into someone making a mess of the potted plants in hopes of finding a key to a sex dungeon.]
[All of it tracks, frankly; Beau isn't girly but apparently it's a girl thing to demand some kind of common sense in a shared space. She's all about the bullshit, but if you don't include her and light something she likes on fire? Yeah, for fuck's sake. She does a little shrug and shake her head combo when Wanda asks about her, though.]
Not really. Was gonna do some training outside or something. Too cramped in here to do some of the fun stuff.
[And also too likely to be assaulted by Taylor Swift.]
[does she need something—? wanda is quick to shake her head.]
Oh, no. I was just—
[she points up the stairs and then at the laundry basket in her hand, a wave of her free hand as if to be dismissive of her own circumstance given how trivial it is. that and her silly excitement over finding another female, period, in this place.
before wanda can shy away from her own forwardness, she proposes:]
Mind if I tag along for a bit? I meant to go to the store later today anyway.
[maybe she can get to know her new roommate a little!]
[Oh, laundry. Right. That machine really takes care of everything though, so Beau guesses she must be done. But... not gonna lie, she's never going to turn down the company of another girl who's interested in talking to her, so yeah, she's into it.]
Uhh, sure, yeah. Grab whatever you need, I'll be in the uhh, the thing.
[She points downstairs, meaning 'the living room', but there isn't really a word like that where she's from. Or at least, not in a common parlance.]
[wanda smiles and is quick to hurry the rest of the way up the stairs, leaving the laundry basket on her bed and just grabbing a coat and her wallet. though 'waiting room' does sound silly, wanda understand what beau means by it.
she doesn't leave beau waiting for long.]
You know, [as she fixes her coat, pulls her hair from being trapped in it and out over her shoulders] waiting room is for hospitals. [she is ESL and, growing up, she would make all sorts of mistakes.] Do you come from a world similar to this?
[Beau is left to her thoughts while Wanda is gone, but snaps out of it when she's addressed again. The wording is interesting though, because it's certainly not the parlance where she's from.]
No, not really. I guess it could be a 'foyer' or something, but it looks like the room you wait in when you go to a huge house and you're waiting for them to bring down the fancy jerk that owns it. Waiting room. Entranceway?
[Eh, forget about it. She's not gonna get specific on it.]
To be totally honest, I don't even think I'm speaking the exact same language as most other people here, it's just been close enough that it doesn't matter.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
▶ BEAU
but it is really starting to get to a point where she needs to let go and focus on keeping her apartment space tidy, if nothing else.
(well, there's that hole in the wall between hers and jeff's apartment that came about because of the water seeping in. she's put a motivational poster bonnie had lying around to cover it up for now. needless to say, wanda put it up the other way around.)
she is heading up the stairs with her laundry basket, hugging the wall to the right, when she notices someone else heading down at the same time. it could be any of the guys and they would be greeted with a narrowing of her eyes (except not jack, ren, nor harry; wanda thinks that they are great and they they can do no harm), only to look up and find—]
Oh.
[so surprised she is at the fact that it's another woman that she just kind of... stands there.]
Do — You live here?
[wait a minute]
no subject
Mostly, she's just dealt with it by physically not being here as much as possible, and using it primarily as a crash space. She's on her way out now to find someplace that Isn't This Spot when she's hears Wanda speak, and looks up to register what's going on.
Hey, wait a second.]
Uhh-- yeah.
[She jabs a thumb over her shoulder.]
Second floor, end of the hall. Gonna assume you do too unless you're just... carrying clothes around for fun or something.
no subject
this shouldn't really be such a huge thing for wonderment, and yet...]
Sorry, I'm just— I've never seen you before.
[okay, hold on, that sounds like an accusation?? wanda closes her eyes and takes a breath, swiftly realigning herself, and pulls up a smile on her face.]
I'm Wanda. I live an apartment from you, actually. I am just surprised that I never noticed.
no subject
Oh. Uhh... hey. I'm Beauregard. But uh. Call me Beau.
[She's not great at smiling, but she makes at least a little attempt. At least she can connect the dots in why Wanda might be surprised and carry the conversation.]
I think you're the only other girl I've seen here. 'Cept for Bonnie.
no subject
at least there wanda had more amenities just for herself, unlike here.]
Yeah, every other room is basically guys.
[she scrunches her nose a little and tilts her head.] A little noticeably. [no, she's not going to start naming names, but she did run into someone making a mess of the potted plants in hopes of finding a key to a sex dungeon.]
Oh, sorry. Are you on your way out?
no subject
Not really. Was gonna do some training outside or something. Too cramped in here to do some of the fun stuff.
[And also too likely to be assaulted by Taylor Swift.]
You need somethin'?
no subject
Oh, no. I was just—
[she points up the stairs and then at the laundry basket in her hand, a wave of her free hand as if to be dismissive of her own circumstance given how trivial it is. that and her silly excitement over finding another female, period, in this place.
before wanda can shy away from her own forwardness, she proposes:]
Mind if I tag along for a bit? I meant to go to the store later today anyway.
[maybe she can get to know her new roommate a little!]
no subject
Uhh, sure, yeah. Grab whatever you need, I'll be in the uhh, the thing.
[She points downstairs, meaning 'the living room', but there isn't really a word like that where she's from. Or at least, not in a common parlance.]
The waiting room. Yeah.
no subject
she doesn't leave beau waiting for long.]
You know, [as she fixes her coat, pulls her hair from being trapped in it and out over her shoulders] waiting room is for hospitals. [she is ESL and, growing up, she would make all sorts of mistakes.] Do you come from a world similar to this?
no subject
No, not really. I guess it could be a 'foyer' or something, but it looks like the room you wait in when you go to a huge house and you're waiting for them to bring down the fancy jerk that owns it. Waiting room. Entranceway?
[Eh, forget about it. She's not gonna get specific on it.]
To be totally honest, I don't even think I'm speaking the exact same language as most other people here, it's just been close enough that it doesn't matter.