[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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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'?
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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!]
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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.
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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?
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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.