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[othermcgarrett]

WHO: Mary McGarrett and YOU
WHAT: Mary's arrival
WHERE: Fountain & Village
WHEN: Slightly backdated to October 1st
OPEN TO: All
SCRUB COLOR: Navy Blue
WARNINGS: None but will update if it changes
STATUS: Open

[Fountain]

Mary had a very eventful couple of days. Her house had been broken into, she had been abducted and then later rescued by her brother and his partner. After she helped her brother and his Task Force out a bit, Steve had put her on a plane back to the mainland as he was convinced that she was safe to be on the island. As much as she didn't want to leave, she knew that he was right and by her not being on the island, it'd give her brother some peace of mind.

She had been in the air for about half and hour to forty-five minutes before she dozed off. Before she knew it, she was waking up underwater. Mary was taken by surprise but she feels a slight push upwards and she rights herself in the water and proceeds to swim towards the surface. Once she breaks the surface, she takes a deep breath as she treads the water, looking around to try to figure out what is going on. Did her plane crash? She looked around but she saw no evidence of such but instead she was in some sort of...fountain?

Swimming over to the side, she climbs out, brushing her now wet hair out of her face and she realizes that the bandage that was wrapped around her hand from her fight with her abductors was missing as was the one on her face. "This is some kind of weird dream right?" She said out loud, mostly to herself.

Mary takes a few minutes to look around from where she stands and she realizes that nothing looks familiar but she starts to walk towards the village. She didn't know where she was going but something told her she may be able to find some answers there.

[Village]

As she walks through the village, she has no plan in mind but she has genuine curiosity. She's still wet from the fountain but she wanders through the village, looking at the various buildings located in the village. All of the buildings look old and not the skyscrapers and built up homes and apartment buildings that she was used to at home. This village looked like something out of a history book.

As she did some exploring she figured she needed to find some help. Maybe someone could explain what was going on and point her in the direction of a telephone. If she could get in touch with her brother, he would come find her. She hiked her backpack up on her shoulder and continued her exploration through the village but now she is also on the lookout for someone who she could talk to.

007 Treats [OPEN]

[scepterschild]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Outside 6i village, near the river
WHEN: October 15th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A

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A menagerie of strange occurrences were sweeping through the small town. The affects have varied from person to person but, after some investigation, Wanda has discovered that all the occurrences happened after the victim had found a random piece of fruit that vanished upon its discovery. It made her wary of random fruit though perhaps not wary enough.

She was walking towards the forest, with a borrowed bow slung over her shoulder and a thin collection of arrows looped against the hip of her cargo pants. Her boots fell heavily against the ground as she made her way, finding no need to be quite until she has entered the forest. Along her path was a thick twisted looking vine. Light green eyes followed it curiously to find a large bright orange pumpkin attached to its end. Pumpkins weren't a fruit… were they? They had seeds but it was like calling a tomato a fruit.

Wanda approached the gourd cautiously, only to have it vanish as she placed a hand on it.

"Fuck!" Her hands went to her head to make sure that there weren't any surprises similar to what Clint had experienced earlier in the month. When it appeared that she was safe, she looked down at where the pumpkin had been to find a perfectly made pumpkin pie.

Wanda hesitated, unsure if it was safe to eat. Except it looked so delicious, if bunny ears or losing her voice for a short time was the cost then she'd accept it for a piece of perfectly made pie.