sixthiterationlogs | [EVENT] The Simulation Ends

[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

Far, far away, in a place that isn't really there, people begin to blink out of existance.

It is the first of April.

It is precisely ten o'clock in the morning.

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A burning pressure seared the inside of her throat as water filled her lungs. Fuck. Wanda's eyes snapped opened and she kicked her way towards the waters surface. This was the second time she'd woken up in water and it wasn't any less unpleasant than before. She clawed for the edge of the fountain, coughing up the water that she had accidentally swallowed.

"What the hell?" She glanced at those gathered around the fountain before pushing herself out of the water. Her head felt unnaturally heavy as water saturated her long hair.

A year and two months, that was how long she'd been contained in the village and now it showed. Her brown hair had grown from the middle of her back to her hips and was now weighing her down as she attempted to clamor from the fountain. Climbing out of the fountain was awkward and before continuing onward she pulled the heavy silky strands over her shoulder and squeezed out the water from her hair.

She was wearing scrubs again, however they were now a dark hunter green.

"What is happening?" The water bubbles behind her, pulling her from the questions that buzzed around her head. Wanda rose to her feet and turned towards the fountain.

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After her initial arrival, Wanda went in search of her home. It was exactly how she had left it; the chickens were clucking in their pen and wood was stacked by the fireplace. She changed into a pair of jeans and a dark green tank top. Her hair was too long but she didn't know the best way to cut it. She didn't have scissors.

With a heavy sigh Wanda tied back her hair and went in search for something that could be used to cut it.

She can be found out side of the inn with a wet stone and a small blade at her side. Wanda wants to keep the blade sharp and hopes that she's making the cut even enough that it didn't look weird from behind. She methodically lifted pieces of her hair and sliced it to a length that wasn't too long.

Wanda might need help when she reaches the back of her head but for now she looks like she's doing well. She's happy to help people who are struggling with animals but for now Wanda was watching the people come and go, staying out of the way while cutting her hair.

[ooc: Wanda will be at house 20, the inn and the fountain.]

Once Peggy's managed to get her hair behaving in a long braid, she feels like a different (and better) person. There's too much to do, but for the moment, she's able to start her careful visits around the village in order to check on her friends, making notes as to what's changed and what hasn't. She's on her way to see if her home is still fine when she comes across Wanda trying to slice off h er own hair. With a sound of alarm, Peggy hopes that she doesn't startle her, but it is a rather surprising and upsetting sight.

"I'm afraid now that I've seen this, you're going to have to let me help." She's hardly an expert in this sort of thing, but all the same, she can't very well just pass Wanda by and not offer her hand in aid.

Wanda looked up and paused as Peggy approached. She hadn't talked to the older woman since before Bucky vanished from the village. It was stupid but Wanda felt the lost of her friend like a sharp pressure in her chest. There weren't many who knew what it was like being Hydra's puppet, he had known and that bonded them in a way that no one since her brother had understood. It was lonely without that connection.

Her lips twitched into a smile. "That so?" She flicked the knife in her palm and held it out for Peggy to take. "I haven't cut my hair with a knife in a very long time. I'm not sure if it's even but I'd like it back to the length it was before."

She assumed that Peggy was willing to help her not destroy her hair. "Unless you have scissors." If Wanda had scissors then she could do this on her own.

Peggy doesn't have scissors, but she does have a little better of a viewpoint, she thinks, if she can secure herself a spot behind Wanda. "Well, at least let me help you to make sure that it's more even," she insists, reaching out to take the knife in order to settle behind her. "Unless you'd like me to braid it? I'm not sure if you want to keep it long."

Peggy's probably going to, at least for a while, but mainly because she's intending to see if she can work it into a braid like this regularly before she grows tired of it and cuts it all off. "Have you done much exploring?"

Wanda's hair had always been long and she liked it that way. With over a years growth it was now too long, falling below her waist. She could braid it but even then it'd be very long. "I want to keep it long but not this long." She has already cut off about eight inches and her hair was still very long.

"My home, not much else. Everything is where it was left this morning. Even the chickens are in their coop."

"Show me where you want it," Peggy says, knowing very well what a woman's hair can mean to her, and she doesn't intend to take any of that away from Wanda, seeing as that's absolutely not her intent. Settling in, she starts to comb her fingers through the hair to make sure all the strands are even, cautious as she works.

"That's so strange. Do you think anyone saw if the animals came from the fountain the way we did?"

Wanda took a strand of hair that she had already cut and pulled it out for Peggy to see. "This long." It went down to about the middle of her back.

"I don't know. My chickens were at my house but I don't know about the other animals." She didn't have any larger animals to check on since Ardo had gone off with Clint this morning. "Do you think that some of them will or is everything set up the same way?"

Peggy nods, ready to do the work now that she's seen what she needs to do. While she cuts, she tries not to think about the goat that's not going to be there, but she has to hope that her pigeons are still flying about the place somewhere, even if she only barely got them trained.

"I'm not sure what to think about this place," she admits. "The canyon is gone, so obviously some things are different, but where does that end?"

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[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

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