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Arrival – September 3rd [Closed to Major]
The bunkers arrival room appeared to be dormant when Major first stepped inside. There were lights and large vertical tubes of water, rectangular blinking screens, but nothing extraordinary seemed to be happening.
As if following that thought, the controls in the room whirled to life and Wanda's still form appeared in the glass tube. Her eyes were closed, seemingly asleep, while her long dark hair fanned around her in a halo. She looked exactly the same as when Major had seen her last with the wears and tears she'd sustained in the village before her disappearance. Her hair was longer and her features leaner compared to the day that she had left the simulation.
The countdown started, ticking like a clock while her vitals flickered on the screen to his right.
Her pulse was steady and even.
This was how they had all apparently arrived but the tubes had been broke only a day before and an error had nearly killed six people. It looked as if it was functioning properly but was there a guarantee that Wanda would be sent to the fountain and not killed?
House #20 – September 3rd Evening/Night
She was a little damp, wearing the dark green scrubs that she'd first arrived in, when she walked up to the house. Wanda wasn't sure what to say to the current residence of the familiar building but she'd already learned that a few months have passed since her disappearance. She'd tried to remember what had happened but it'd been only an instant; going to sleep and then waking up in that strange tube.
Had she been trapped in those tubes for all this time? Months by her account. Had there been other versions of her? She'd experienced it with Steve time and time again but she'd never thought that she'd find herself in this situation. A frown touched her lips as she stalled and stared at the familiar wooden door. She prayed that her room was in place, her clothes and her things. They weren't much but they were hers and she'd had told Clint to watch them should she disappear.
Even when she'd made those plans, she hadn't thought they would actually happen.
There was another long pause before Wanda stepped up and knocked at the door. She didn't know if anyone was still here or what else had changed but she hoped, like she'd never hoped before, that she hadn't lost the small family she'd grown to love.
Inn's Kitchen – September 4th
It felt as if things had returned to normal. There were new people in the village as well as old. She'd been told about some disappearances during her absence but her days, when she got right down to it, were the same as she remembered them.
She spent her morning at the house, keeping things tidy and feeding the ever growing collection of animals. Wanda doubted that Clint would have liked the idea of Wanda returning to her daily tasks so quickly but she was never the type who enjoyed sitting around and doing nothing.
With her morning tasks finished, she had headed towards the inn, helping with the tail end of lunch and cleaning before setting to her task of preserving the meats and fish that others had caught during the day and re-familiarizing herself with the kitchen.
Jon Stark had taught her how to preserve and handle a recent kill but it seemed as if he had disappeared. She didn't know if there were others who knew the process but she'd try and pick up whatever slack she could. Wanda could be found at various points in the kitchen: prepping meat, pausing long enough to grab a snack or cleaning up after she was finished.
It wasn't a pleasant activity, smell or sight, and she didn't blame anyone who walked into and then directly out of the kitchen as she worked. For those who could stomach the scene or caught Wanda cleaning up, they'd find her wearing a pair of light khaki pants with her long hair tied up at the back of her head in a ponytail. Her shirt was black and when the work got messy, she'd have an apron or over shirt on top of that to keep herself clean.
Spring – Night September 7th
The first few days of her return blurred together and while things were different, Wanda couldn't shake the sensation that they were the same.
She wanted to collect her thoughts but she didn't think that she could in the house, sitting in her old room, on her old bed. With a heavy sigh, Wanda pushed herself up, grabbed some soap she had stashed months ago in her upper drawer and headed towards the hot spring. It was roughly in the same place as the simulation's spring though it took Wanda a little time to find it.
Maybe her memory was fuzzier than she thought…
Without hesitation, she pulled off her clothes and stashed them under a rock before grabbing the soap and sinking into the water. Her underwear was within reach if she needed it but otherwise she'd wash, rinse and take a moment or two to enjoy the warm water and the thick heavy scents of daisies from the soap. The sounds of the night chirped, scurried and shifted around her and she hoped that the moose or any other wild life would leave her to her private thoughts. The last thing she wanted to do was run into foxes again or whatever else this world might have thrown at them that she didn't know about.
How could she be gone for so long but not remember anything of that time? Had she been frozen in place? Was this how Steve had felt waking up in the 21st century?
Wanda closed her eyes, her thoughts riddled with questions as she tried to relax.
Wildcard/around
[ooc: This will be Wanda's catch all for September and likely into next month for those who want to catch up with her.
She will be wandering around and setting out in mini explorations/day trips as she gets used to the area again. Time hasn't passed for her but she hadn't had a good look at the new setting before she disappeared. Feel free to find her anywhere if you want to run into her and there isn't a prompt that works for you. She isn't opposed to pausing to see what someone is up to, saying hello or offering her help.
Also feel free to make Test Drive threads Canon but please let me know!
I will be gone from the 7th to the 16th on vacation but I will be prioritizing this post as much as I can.]