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001 Arrival Post

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Fountain & Around
WHEN: February 12th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE!
WARNINGS: Threatening people in the first post.
STATUS: CLOSED

Fountain; Very Early Morning

Wanda pushed her way from the fountain, a noticeable frown tugging at her lips as she moved. She was soaked, it was freezing and she had no idea how she got here. Moving quickly, Wanda pulled the backpack from her shoulders and rummaged through its contents. She didn't know what she was expecting to find but she was grateful to see a set of dry clothes stashed inside. After making sure that there wasn't anyone watching, Wanda began to strip off the wet layers and pull on what she had found.

Her movements were quick as she pulled the pale gray scrubs over her head. Any sound or inclination of another person would cause her focus to shift. She'd quickly turn towards her new company, red mist snapping an icicle from nearby shooting it towards the stranger.

Wanda would stop her attack just before striking. She wanted answers.

Around; Mid-Day

Wanda took the time to explore the village; learning the few threads of information that were available as well as who else was around. Her powers felt different, distant, and her tests to use them confirmed that a large fraction of her strength had been taken from her. It was frustrating and it pulled at the strands of tension that gathered beneath her breastbone.

She didn't like feeling like a rat in a cage.

She meandered through the village and around it's outskirts, her eyes inspecting for details that might offer a clue that others have missed. Wanda was familiar with cold weather and snow; neither deterred her from having a look around however she didn't wander very far.

Near the Inn; Night Sky

As the afternoon drifted away from Wanda she began to noticed the intensity of the lights stretching across the sky. She's seen auroras in the past. They were streaks of light that curled like brilliant ocean waves against the dark contrast of night. She had hoped to see the stars but the auroras were shining like a second sun, efficiently hiding anything else from sight.

"Hmm?" Her tone was soft, her chin tilted up to stare at the sky. "How is it that people sleep."

Wanda knew she should sleep but her thoughts were heavy and distracting. The auroras gave her something to focus on and for the moment she wanted that distraction.

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Sam Wilson was not pleased with the current turn in weather. First the snow and now the lightning. At this rate he was pretty sure that the only weather they hadn't dealt with was fire raining down on them, but he kept that to himself because he certainly didn't want to give anyone any crazy ideas. What was really hard to believe was that the extreme weather had resulted in a death and specifically the death of someone he wouldn't have pegged for such a thing. Not that you could prevent death, but the event had shaken Sam in a way that even Karen's death had not.

As such, he was mostly sticking indoor if he could help it, but he didn't exactly want to turn into a hermit either. They were losing so many people lately it seemed and he didn't want people to get the wrong idea about himself. He had decided to compromise and was sitting on his porch, a notebook open in his lap as he jotted down some updates he wanted to keep straight.

He probably wouldn't have even realized Wanda was walking past, but hopefully if she was keeping an eye out she might spot him.

Wanda wasn't paying complete attention however she was testing the new limits to her powers. Her abilities were muted but if she stopped and focused she could still feel those in a small radius around her. That's what first told her that someone was sitting on their front porch. She only noticed it was Sam when she decided to investigate.

Her boots crunched against the snow, her eyebrows raising as she stopped in front of his front porch. It was such a cute picture.

"Is this what you've spent all your time doing?" Wanda didn't have any heart to hearts with Sam but, like Steve, she's trained with Sam and they spent a fair amount of time in each others company. Or at least to Wanda it felt like a lot of time, she didn't exactly have normal friends. She had the Avengers and that was enough. "You're slacking."

He recognized that voice, even if it had been several months since he'd heard it. However, Sam still looked surprised when he looked up and saw Wanda standing in the snow a few feet from his porch. Despite their numbers back home, he was always surprised to see a familiar face pop up here. He blinked and then laughed, "Of course not. You're just catching me on a break." He closed the notebook, "Besides...someone's gotta be taking notes around here."

Sam stood up. Wanda might have been slower to trust, but that wasn't Sam's way. He considered Wanda a friend -- perhaps not as good a friend as Steve, but he'd do a lot for the young woman. "I'd hardly call that slacking."

Her arms crossed over her chest as she moved to step off the snowy walk way. She didn't mind the snow however the volume here was a bit in the way.

Wanda's eyebrow rose at his comment. "So what notes do you have?" Clint hadn't made it sound like they had very much information about this place. It had managed not just to keep them here, but Thor, who traveled between worlds regularly. It was alarming.

Her lips twisted into a bit of a smirk. "Glad to see you." Wanda welcomed any familiar face.

"Day to day observations. Recording what people find and some of the stuff that happens," he said. It wasn't a great explanation, but he'd been here the longest of most of the people here. He hadn't gotten something to write until Christmas, so some of his observations he had to pull from memory or marks he had made in the inn.

"I could show you if you're curious, but it's actually pretty dull and if you might have heard about some of it already," which made him wonder, so he asked, "So how long have you been here. Don't tell me I've gotten that wrapped up in my own stuff that I missed you arriving a few days ago or something."

And here he smiled a little, "It's good to see you too."

Wanda continued to learn about this place but right now it was too overwhelming to dive into more details. She wanted time to think and settle into her thoughts, more so with someone who looks and acts horribly similar to her late brother. Her thoughts were a mess and she didn't see that changing in the near future.

She waved a hand, a light smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe another time." When she thought she could do something with the information. "A few hours." It hadn't been that long and she was just making her way around.

"Your own stuff?" Wanda's eyebrow raised. "What's that?" She wondered if something else had been happening.

So she really had just gotten here. That made sense and was a little reassuring. Sam would hate to think he'd been living in the village and had somehow missed hearing about Wanda's arrival -- surely someone would have mentioned her, especially Clint.

"Cooking at the inn, patrolling the woods or the outskirts of the village, and helping with some of the animals," he explained, all of it said in an off-handed way that spoke of it being almost routine and monotonous to him at times. Apparently it wasn't impossible to adjust to life here.

Clint had mentioned that Sam was trapped here with them. It was why Wanda hadn't been surprised to see him writing on the front porch of the house. She was a little glad. If Steve and Vision where here then it'd be like home. They were the one's who she saw most often around the compound.

"Are there many things in the woods?" She hadn't gone past the outskirts of the village; not yet. It would be where she went next but she wanted to test the new limits of her powers first.

"There's been some interesting discoveries out there -- the woods are a little weird around here. They seem to shift sometimes. People have found things out there or gotten lost when doing so should have been impossible. We've been trying to map them, but things don't seem to stay consistent," he offered. It was vague, but he hadn't been around for some of the discoveries -- only going off of what people had told him. But the woods were where Natasha had found that strange object and encountered a hydra, then there had been the time Kate had gotten lost and no matter what they tried they somehow couldn't find her.

"We also had some attacks from a strange creature, so I don't really recommend going in alone if you can help it," he added. The woman who had been killed hadn't been entirely helpless -- she'd had abilities similar to Wanda in the sense that she could handle her own -- but she had still fallen prey and been killed. Sam didn't want to see the same fate befall Wanda.

She smiled a bit, "I'll keep that in mind." Wanda didn't think she needed to be overly careful but Sam wasn't the first to show concern for her well-being or tell her to be cautious. With so many warnings, Wanda had to think they were there for good reason.

"Are you living here?" She nodded at the house behind him.

Sam considered her response. He wasn't sure if Wanda really comprehended the danger of this place. He just hoped it wasn't a bad learning experience. Even knowing she could handle her own, it was hard not to feel a little protective of the young woman the Avengers had taken in and he had trained with. Amusingly, Sam wondered if Wanda might feel the same way.

He didn't bother glancing over his shoulder, just nodded, "For the moment. The last place I was staying in got hit by an earthquake, so I moved here." He decided not to mention it had been with Steve. His friend was gone now, so it hardly mattered.

Wanda didn't understand the full extend of the danger but she did know that her powers felt unusually stiff and it was enough to put her on edge. She'd glance around occasionally, try and stretch her senses to see if others were around but it was an exhausting task.

"You live alone?" She wondered what else might be here. "Can you live anywhere?"

Wanda was curious about why he lived alone. She knew that he had an apartment, he didn't stay at the Avengers HQ like her and Steve but he was around enough that it felt like it at times.

"At the moment I do, yeah," he said. "And when we all arrived here all the houses were empty -- there isn't enough room in the inn for everyone so most of us have taken to claiming a house for ourselves." It basically boiled down to convenience and what made the most sense. There was enough space that most people didn't share, though of course there were exceptions and others preferred the inn's space.

Sam hesitated but decided to go ahead and admit it, "Steve was here until just recently. I was sharing the house with him."

"Steve was here?" Her eyebrows knotted. "Do people arrive and disappear so easily?" She hadn't known that Sam was gone or Steve or Clint but then, Clint was from a different time which means that what they were doing at home probably didn't effect this place. It was strange but not completely outside of a possibility.

After a moment of though Wanda nodded her head. It was obvious that she's more or less accepted that this place was really strange.

"I was going to stay with Clint. You should join us." She'd feel better having more of the avengers together.

Sam sighed. He'd kind of been hoping to hold off on that particular discussion. But it looked like it was unavoidable. He should have known better really, Wanda was hardly stupid. "Yes to both questions. Steve was here for a short time and then he was gone. It's weird, but people arrive through the fountain and then sometimes they're just gone--there stuff is usually still here but otherwise there is no sign that they went anywhere else," he explained. It wasn't a very good explanation, mind you, but it was the best he had at the moment.

Sam had mostly given up on it making sense -- especially since Bucky had arrived from various points in his own timeline which just made things even more confusing.

He smirked, "Doesn't sound like a bad idea. Guess I didn't realize Clint was going to leave the inn."

"I'll keep that in mind." She wanted to understand how this place worked. It was confusing but Wanda was persistent. She'd accept what Sam knew and then go from there. It was at least a starting place, albeit, not a good one.

Wanda knew that Clint moving out of the inn was her fault. She felt nervous at the inn, worried that she might run into the living alternate version of her brother. To many emotions clashed and mixed together and she felt more lost than ever. Clint could read her easily and so they were looking for a place to stay.

"I had suggest it." She finally admits, wondering if Sam knew about Pietro.

He had never met Pietro in person back home, and had only caught sight of the other version here in passing. He hadn't exactly "combined" the two in his mind. It wasn't like he'd spoken to the one here after all. Ultimately what that meant is he wasn't aware of the specifics about why Wanda wanted to leave, but he knew she had her own reasons for it.

"Well, this place is bad enough without having to stay where you might not want to. We have our pick for the time being, so it's not a problem," Sam finally said.

Wanda nodded her head. "I'll go tell Clint." She felt a little bit lighter after talking with Sam. There were two people here that she trusted, fought besides and knew decently well. She knew Thor too but it wasn't the same, he didn't stay on Earth through the year that she'd been with the Avengers. He was someone she trusted but something else entirely in her mind.

She turned to go, figuring they'd work out the details later. She knew where Clint was and it wouldn't be so difficult to find Sam again. They'd figure it out and then see what became of this place.

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Fountain; Very Early Morning

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Near the Inn; Night Sky

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