𝓦𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 ⬡ 𝓜𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
carmesi) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-20 12:52 pm
carmesi) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-20 12:52 pm
· OPEN ·
Who: wanda maximoff and YOU
When: days prior to event
Where: around town, flophouse
Summary: doing a little exploring, some housekeeping, meeting people
Warnings: none atm!
A. GOOD HARBOR BEACH
[so they can't use magic.
ever since she came to learn to use her powers, magic was like second nature to her—it just didn't feel right to not be able to have the swathes of red fulfill whatever she commanded it to do.
now, she's been here for a few hours in quiet contemplation, until she got the urge to hop her way towards salt island, using the land bridge formed because of the low tide. this, however, she did not realize was because of the tides. now, annoyance has her squatting on the edge of salt island, hugging her arms around her knees, waiting for the tide to lower again. if only she could do magic without restriction, she would fly back to the beach, or even will down the tide.
hopefully no one shows up to witness her current problem. and yes, she would rather wait for the tide to lower than to swim, thanks.]
B. BONNIE'S FLOPHOUSE
[what bonnie wants in exchange of not having to pay rent is, actually, pretty sensible. wanda has no problems with that, and although she would rather just have a place of her own—she can't exactly twirl her fingers and have it happen—the flophouse is growing on her. even with all the little flaws it has.
not really wanting to worry about the cleaning or repairing, she sets about in helping with the cooking. it's a little bit of a relaxing, mindless activity, and although she has little to work with, wanda can think of a couple of dishes from her home that could feed plenty.
soon, the smell of food wafts throughout the floors of the building. as wanda's finishing up and setting plates down for anyone who would like to come down into communal area to get themselves some early supper. it's not much, really, but she's managed a pot of beef and onion stew and several stuffed cabbages filled with minced meat and rice. she reclines against the counter with a bowl of soup in her hand, and keeping an eye out for anyone who ventures in.
easy way to meet the neighbors, right?]
C. MIDNIGHT CINEMA
[the cinema does catch her attention almost immediately. the architecture of the place is rather difficult to ignore, and there is some kind of allure to it. and though it seems inviting and wanda has seen people go inside, she doesn't know if she wants to go in.
when is the last time she even saw a movie?
as if changing her mind halfway through her walking up the path to the entrance, wanda abruptly turns around to head back into the street—]
Sorry.
[—and walks right into someone.]
I didn't see you.
When: days prior to event
Where: around town, flophouse
Summary: doing a little exploring, some housekeeping, meeting people
Warnings: none atm!
A. GOOD HARBOR BEACH
[so they can't use magic.
ever since she came to learn to use her powers, magic was like second nature to her—it just didn't feel right to not be able to have the swathes of red fulfill whatever she commanded it to do.
now, she's been here for a few hours in quiet contemplation, until she got the urge to hop her way towards salt island, using the land bridge formed because of the low tide. this, however, she did not realize was because of the tides. now, annoyance has her squatting on the edge of salt island, hugging her arms around her knees, waiting for the tide to lower again. if only she could do magic without restriction, she would fly back to the beach, or even will down the tide.
hopefully no one shows up to witness her current problem. and yes, she would rather wait for the tide to lower than to swim, thanks.]
B. BONNIE'S FLOPHOUSE
[what bonnie wants in exchange of not having to pay rent is, actually, pretty sensible. wanda has no problems with that, and although she would rather just have a place of her own—she can't exactly twirl her fingers and have it happen—the flophouse is growing on her. even with all the little flaws it has.
not really wanting to worry about the cleaning or repairing, she sets about in helping with the cooking. it's a little bit of a relaxing, mindless activity, and although she has little to work with, wanda can think of a couple of dishes from her home that could feed plenty.
soon, the smell of food wafts throughout the floors of the building. as wanda's finishing up and setting plates down for anyone who would like to come down into communal area to get themselves some early supper. it's not much, really, but she's managed a pot of beef and onion stew and several stuffed cabbages filled with minced meat and rice. she reclines against the counter with a bowl of soup in her hand, and keeping an eye out for anyone who ventures in.
easy way to meet the neighbors, right?]
C. MIDNIGHT CINEMA
[the cinema does catch her attention almost immediately. the architecture of the place is rather difficult to ignore, and there is some kind of allure to it. and though it seems inviting and wanda has seen people go inside, she doesn't know if she wants to go in.
when is the last time she even saw a movie?
as if changing her mind halfway through her walking up the path to the entrance, wanda abruptly turns around to head back into the street—]
Sorry.
[—and walks right into someone.]
I didn't see you.
no subject
[not back home, not even here—]
But someone who helped bring me to battle where Thanos was is someone I can consider an ally. [and what a showcase of power that had been fueled by grief and revenge.] What manner of ally you may prove to be is all up to you.
[she does acquiesce, a bit,] Perhaps even as teammates.
[wanda may be wrought cold from her experiences, but she isn't without warmth.]
no subject
He feels it now, this concern, more than just pure wonderment at her magic, or the story she’s so obviously keeping to herself. But he knows the more he pushes—right now, at least—the more she will step away.
Patience, he tells himself. Tomorrow is another day; or the day after that.]
Generally, I’m the best kind of ally. A competent one. I’m sure I can convince you to promote me to “teammate” soon.
[He hopes so. Certainly?
At any rate, he finally breaks his gaze with her to focus on a distant building overhead — the flophouse.]
But we have time for that. I think both of us need to focus on getting comfortable with this world first. Something tells me we have quite the stay ahead of us.
no subject
although the doctor's snark and wit reminds her of stark, everything else reminds her a bit more of steve. he had always cared—had always been so kind to her, patient when no one else had been.
she turns to stephen, a tight smile on her face (but not a dishonest one).]
I hope so. [about the being a teammate. it certainly wouldn't be bad to feel like she's got a friend here, though she may be starting anew with that prospect, overall.] I'm on the second floor, room 6.
[running into each other will be inevitable, but also a sign of trust, measured.]
...thank you, doctor. For the rescue.
[she's a little awkward as she fumbles up the steps to the door, putting a bit of distance between them, waving her hand at him.]
no subject
For now, though, he just gives a smile. His own wave is brief and just as awkward, usually uncaring for such gestures.
He calls out as she disappears into the building.]
I’m on the third floor, room 10. Swing by if you need me.
[And for now, they’ll leave it at that.]