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Defying Orders

WHO: Felicity Smoak
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none

It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.

By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.

A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.

Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.

So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.

[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]

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Wanda wasn't Russian but it was as close as she was going to get. Her country was too small for most people to even know it existed and she was sure that on some worlds, it didn't exist.

Arado licked Felicities hand before nudging it for pets behind the ear. A woman in the military had trained him before he came into Clint and Wanda's care and some habits had stayed with him. In most cases this was a good thing because it meant that Wanda didn't have to worry about him running off when they were outside. Leashes weren't exactly common around here.

"Yeah." Wanda admitted as she waited for Felicity to take some of the blankets. She had greatly over estimated their bulk, and her ability to fold in a way that would stop them from spilling out of her arms. Blankets, Wanda could fold. Snuggies were weird and had sleeves… it was a nightmare.

"Are you new?" She asked, curiously. Wanda made a point to not look threatening. It lowered people's guards but it also made those who were new to this place more comfortable. Since they were all stuck here, she'd rather they get along.

Despite her background in computers and her tendency to be inside when everyone else is outside, Felicity much prefers dogs to cats, so it's no hardship for her to pet the dog as the dog in front of her would like. She brings her other hand into it, scritching behind both ears, down the neck, and under the chin, feeling a sudden swell of homesickness that hurts her chest.

Letting go of the puppy, she takes some of the bulk from Wanda, balancing them carefully. At the question, something she knows she's supposed to avoid, she answers anyway, because she's already tired of hiding.

"Yeah, been here a couple of weeks, but. There's another village? It's--" Felicity motions the way she came. "We're over there."

Wanda turned to look at where Felicity indicated before nodding her head. There were a few things about what Felicity said that contradicted each other, which made Wanda think that this poor girl had yet to be to the inn.

"Yes." She supplied before shifting the bulk in her arms and leading the way towards the breach, where she was setting traps for this fucking foxes. "Have you been to the inn? There is a bulletin board with collected information." Everyone was trying to figure out how they got here and how to get home. "Someone I knew from my world was here for over a year before he vanished. The information that's been shared is on that bulletin board." It was a fast way to see everything that's happened.

There were also meals every day at midday for those who weren't skilled in hunting or foraging for food. Everyone helped out, but Wanda had a feeling that this girl might not know about that. "I'm Wanda." She supplied in way of greeting.

"We- I," she decides to stress the singular (despite already tripping herself up once) because well, if something terrible happens to her, she doesn't want any weird psychos going after Oliver. "Decided to, uh. Stay over at the other side of the, um. The breach. There's a house there that I'm in." Then she stops. "The guy there, someone from home, he's kinda gruff about venturing out and meeting new people. So, no. We haven't to the inn. Or over here much at all." Another small pause. "He doesn't know I'm over here, he'll probably bluster about putting myself in danger..."

She trails off because if the woman in front of her is out to hurt her, well. At least Oliver'd be some kind of match for her. But she files away the knowledge about the bulletin board to tell Oliver later.

"I'm Felicity."

Wanda noticed the slip but didn't comment. If Felicity wanted to keep a secret a secret then Wanda wasn't going to pry. It wasn't in her nature considering how much she valued privacy.

"I'll keep it a secret." Wanda assured her. "I can understand his worry but no one here wishes you harm. It's the overseers who you should worry about." She continued to walk towards the breach with the snuggies in tow. "But we don't know who that is." There was a lot that they didn't know, which was why she wouldn't fault her friend for being so reserved.

"It's nice to meet you. Do you have have enough food where you are?" She might as well ask and send Felicity back with provisions if she needed it.

"Uh."

Looking around them, Felicity took a moment to appreciate the scenery again, then decided that, if Oliver didn't want her to find people to talk to, then he ought to do a better job of finding stuff to eat. "We have a few things, but it seems like things are kind of scarce. Oliver can hunt, but it's either a little slim or he's a little out of practice."

She gave Wanda a wry smile as they walked, then cleared her throat and asked as casually as she could manage. "You said overseers? But you don't know who. Does anyone know how to get in touch with them?"

Wanda listened and then nodded her head. She understood their difficulties, it was also why they had the support system that they did at the inn. "I help preserve game at the inn. There isn't an excess but we have a lot of people who lay out traps, hunt and fish for those who can't. There is a meal served there around noon each day." Not everyone knows how to hunt or fish and surviving meant working together.

"That's right." Her accent thickened momentarily. Wanda hated talking about them because she was pretty sure that they were always being watched. "I don't know. We've found pods and what look like observation areas but no answers." It's documented at the inn.

Where Oliver should really go and look if he doesn't want Felicity there.

Listening to Wanda describe how different people did different things, Felicity began to learn how people came together to make sure everyone survived. Very 'it takes a village', except in the literal sense and she looked around again, then up to the sky, realizing that it wasn't going to take very long before cold weather set in.

"Is that a skill you learned here or did you know how to do it before you got here?"

Her question is twofold: she wants to learn more about the woman next to her and also, maybe, learn to do something here as well.

She mentally filed the information about pods and observation areas for Oliver because she'd tell him she'd gone out, but not until she had something useful to tell him. The inn sounded like a good place to start: lots of information, food, and a group of people that worked together, not necessarily untrustworthy people, either.

When Wanda first arrived she was a lot more reserved around the others in the village. She had been lucky that both Sam and Clint had arrived before her and eased her into the situation with relative finesse. Not everyone had that luxury which was why Wanda was keen to offer food, answers and whatever else she could to those finding their way.

It was obvious to her that both Oliver and Felicity were finding their way.

"Here. The rules here are different. I couldn't do what I did before." So she's trained more of her body and skills and less of her powers which were taken away from her.

Wanda's pace quickened as they walked out of town and towards the Breach. It wasn't too far away but she didn't like being caught in the open with her hands full, even if they were full of snuggies.

"There are people willing to teach different skills: fishing, hunting..."

Keeping pace with her, Felicity listens to what she's saying - and what she's not saying. That there was something else that she did that's not useful here, much like Felicity.

It reminds Felicity of what Oliver's said about staying out of sight, about not trusting people, about making sure things are safe. It reminds her of being on Lian Yu and finding herself in positions that make her feel useless and unable to do anything to improve the situation.

"What'd you do before you got here?"

Felicity figures she'll start there, see how alike the two of them are before she starts asking where she can learn other skills. Maybe Wanda can teach her a thing or two.

Wanda wasn't the most talkative person but she spoke when she had something pertinent to say or in answer to a question. The closer that Wanda got to someone the more she would tease them or offer small observations or opinions. Given that she and Felicity have just met, she'll answer the question asked, offer useful information but generally leave the conversation at that.

She didn't know how to answer Felicities question. It wasn't as if her job as an Avenger was the sort of thing that you put on a resume.

"I was in between work." Which was technically true though it didn't exactly answer Felicity’s question. "Have you heard of the Avengers?" If the answer was yes then it would save Wanda a lot of explanation. "I worked with them."

Wanda peered over the mound of fabric in her arms and then alter their path slightly. After a few more yards, the bottom of the canyon wall came into view, where the thin path to the other town twisted through the rocks. Wanda was sure that she saw a flash of red move at the corner of her vision but she hoped that she was wrong. She was trying to stop the foxes from making their way into this side of the breach.

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