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sixthiterationlogs2018-09-04 05:09 pm
minus1twin) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-09-04 05:09 pm
001 - Rereturn - [OPEN]
WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: A lot of places: The Inn, House #20, Bunker, Around
WHEN: September 3rd thru w/e
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A
WHERE: A lot of places: The Inn, House #20, Bunker, Around
WHEN: September 3rd thru w/e
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: N/A
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.]
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Which had been all kinds of emotionally complicated but they managed to hold it together long enough to get him to a physician so he would't bleed out. F-, do not recommend. "...The computer systems down there don't seem anywhere near complicated enough to run a realistic simulation for one- and new people get floated up the tubes; meaning there's a holding area deeper in we don't know about."
Shit he'd been idly poking at as something that needed looking over whenever he could stand the idea of going back down there. It'd take awhile, waking up had been unsettling as hell and he had too many negative memories of cavernous or bunker like spaces to put himself down there. It seemed like Wanda shared his discomfit. "I do want to take a look at everything when I'm not bleeding out but-"
Tipping cards, revealing weaknesses- he didn't do this around most people. He fought to do it with people he trusted. There was no reason to tip this particular card to Wanda whom he owed nothing, who owed him- nothing, not really. The live and let live while he lived way over there system worked just fine back home, why rock the boat? But he sighed all the same, scrubbing at his face. "Not my favorite kind of environment. For. Reasons. Maybe when this hole in my side is healed up I'll ask for a nickel tour."
It'd give them both time to come to terms with the idea.
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Wanda's brow furrowed. She didn't know all of the details but she knew that Tony and Bucky weren't on the best terms. In fact, they were on worse terms than Wanda and Steve had been with Tony. Or... that's how it seems. Wanda was silently thankful that nothing had escalated with no one there to come between them.
"Yeah." She looked uncertain before letting her gaze drop down to the swirling hot springs water. "This spring heals. It should help and when you're better you can have a look." Wanda and Tony weren't friends but she didn't want him to hurt himself.
Wanda dared a light smile before shaking her head and sending a ripple through the water. "Not my favorite either. For reasons. I understand. If you aren't comfortable with it then don't go. It's okay. This isn't the first time our captors have dangled something like this in front of us and there likely isn't too much down there."
Her working theory was that everything they've seen was controlled and on purpose.
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There's a truce? He thinks it's a truce. He's not going to cause trouble, he's had time and distance to realize that Bucky had zero say in everything that happened to him. Yay for maturity. Tony could learn, adapt, grow, shocker. He scrubbed at his goatee and flicked his eyes in her direction, still unsettled but it was less Wanda and more the situation at fault.
"It's got power which means there's a generator, the houses get power which means there's some kind of line between the two, probably. Have we tried cracking open the tubes people come in and swimming down?" There had to be something below- a processing area, a holding tank, something. Anything.
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The original plan had been to fix up the mill for power, there were lines that ran across the village but that hadn't ever happened.
"I think the force is too strong." Though Wanda didn't sound like she's tried it.
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Which- not ideal? At all.
"The stairs are all blocked up. Hell of a time for you to not have your-" He made a vague gesture with his hand, mimicking her usual motions to channel her power.
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"There are lines I think. You'll have to see." They might not be insulated but Wanda remembered someone mentioning it when Clint first started to fix up the mill.
Wanda nodded her head. "I know. I had them when I first arrived but that was over a year ago." It's been a long way of Wanda getting comfortable with herself again. It felt as if part of her had been ripped away but she had to keep going.
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Even here being hobbled was more vexing than like losing a part of himself. Of course thinking about Wanda and Her powers meant thinking about how she got them, why she had them, and that way lay madness. Or at the very least unnecessary complications. "Just means we'll have to organize a dig out. Once I make sure the structure's sound."
Wouldn't do to flood the facility on accident, would it?
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The water shifted and ripped as Wanda sat up and looked at her palms. Her fingers were wrinkled and saturated with water; she's been sitting here for too long.
She exhaled and slowly rose from the water, not really too concerned about the fact that she was in her underwear. She was covered, hopefully that was enough. "I've sat long enough. It's good to see you Tony." It wasn't bad to see him witch was a surprise to say the least.