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sixthiterationlogs2017-09-09 06:51 pm
girlwednesday) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-09-09 06:51 pm
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!]
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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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.
no subject
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.