revivalproject | 001- I WANT to know what's going on?

Who: Billy Kaplan and OPEN
What: Exploring the power plant, the hotel, and being sick
When: First few days on Agra 10
Where: The power plant, and the hotel
Warnings: N/A will edit as needed.

The Power Plant

Because of course Billy Kaplan would immediately head away from safety and towards possible danger. Not that the weird squirrel like things are proving too much of a hazard, but he is getting pretty far from town. The path isn't too difficult to manage, but he does have the advantage of floating lazily over any fallen debris or dangers.

His feet return to the ground as he finds the power plant, head tilting curiously as he sets out to explore. There's a bunch of tools, and some strange crystal things, none of which seem of much use until he find the data point. He hesitates a moment before giving into the urge to touch it, shivering at the strange sensation and the sudden knowledge that follows.

The Hotel

Despite how run down everything is, Billy feels wrong about approaching the stores as a means of shelter. Of course, the hotel practically screams 'you-might-get-murdered-here' but beggars can't be chooser, and he's reasons maybe they'll actually be some kind of bed. His magic isn't working so great, the less he has the conjure up the better.

He tries to get handle on the layout, exploring a few floors before finding a room that seems to be more or less empty. Of people or animals that is. What it is full of is debris. Trash, broken furniture, some stuff he doesn't want to examine too closely.

While he's still got a bit of light to work with he tries to clear the worst of it out.

The Contagion

It's slow to hit him, but Billy eventually has to admit he isn't feeling great, and it's not just his powers being weaker than usual. He's hot, and sore, and increasingly paranoid, which makes it rather difficult to get him to listen to reason and stay put.

He keeps leaving his room, too sick to make it anywhere in particular but sure he needs to get out of there, suspicious of anyone who tries to approach him.

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Wanda and Vision aren't staying in the hotel, but she'd needed water desperately and had no choice but to drag herself to the fountain. She already felt like she was overheating, and the sun bearing down on her was just too much to bear without a break. Fortunately, the hotel was close and no one should mind if she rested in the lobby for a while.

...on second thought, maybe longer than a little while. Once she'd found somewhere to curl up against the wall, moving seemed like a terrible idea. This is bad - she doesn't want to have to psychically call Vision to come get her later, but the wall against her forehead is cool and she's not sure she can convince her body to stand without a good reason.

But she hears footsteps and her head snaps up, fingers beginning to glow with the first hints of power. "Hello? Who's there?"

Billy flinches back at the voice before stilling, his own fingers glowing dimly in response. The light fades when he belatedly recognizes the source.

"Mo- ...Wanda?" he asks, correcting himself part way through, cheeks flush in the hopes she doesn't notices. He is not in the proper state to deal with the whole 'secret alternate reality retro reincarnated sons'...thing.

"Billy?" Wanda's not in a state to notice much but the red glow dims when she realizes that she doesn't need to be worried about the source of the noise.

"Just resting," she says, because she has enough presence of mind to be aware that curling up in a dark corner is not a normal thing to do and that Billy is probably going to ask. "It's too hot."

Brow creasing with concern, Billy can definitely understand that complaint, having given it more than enough times to Tommy since he got sick. And while his magic has been spotty at best since the fever started, he conjures up a cold compress without thinking, offering it to her with a worried nod.

"You're sick too?"

Wanda nods and reaches for the washcloth, sighing with relief when she presses it to her forehead. Much better.

"Not as bad as some people, or maybe it is something different?" Thankfully she's not itchy or covered in spots, just feverish, exhausted, and paranoid, and everything aches. "I would tell you to stay away but I guess it's too late." She closes her eyes. "I'm sorry. My powers can't fix this."

"Mm," Billy nods, scratching at his wrist. He's been sick for a while now. "Me neither," he apologizes.

He allows himself a moment to look her over now that her eyes are closed. She's younger than his own Wanda. One that's led a very different life.

"Does Vision know you're here?"

On the surface, there are physical similarities - brown hair, green eyes. But Billy might have noticed when he handed her the cloth that this Wanda's right palm is scarred quite curiously, an old burn that radiates like a fracture point across her palm.

"I could call him but...he is working. And we all need food. I don't want to bother him." With some difficulty she opens her eyes. "Is anyone looking after you?"

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The scarring is worrisome, and Billy's gaze may have lingered a moment too long, concern on his features that may seem out of place given how little they've interacted.

He nods, understanding her reasoning. "Tommy, but uh...same. He's probably with Vision. I'm supposed to stay in the hotel. You wanna come up to our room? It's a little cooler there?"

Well, Wanda's eyes are certainly lingering too long on random things. She's so out of it that if she notices, it doesn't seem strange - just proof that Billy's not doing any better than she is.

"If you are sure you don't mind...I can call to Vision later and he can take me back to the shop."

Billy nods easily, though even that motion is enough to make him feel a little dizzy.

"Yeah, of course you're f-...practically family." They haven't really interacted enough for him to be saying that, have they? But Tommy's been spending so much time with Vision, it's probably passable.

"Come on, it's this way," he says, offering her a hand up and a shoulder to lean on if she needs it.

Wanda's head spins when she gets to her feet but she manages not to fall or knock Billy over. "Please tell me you are not on the top floor. I don't think I could make it that far." Stairs are...interesting right now. She'd managed to haul herself down them to get out of the hospital, but up? Not happening, at least not for very long.

"And flying is probably not a good idea right now."

Billy shakes his head. "Just a few floors up," he promises. He wishes he was as strong as Tommy, could just scoop her up and carry her, but he can't use that kind of strength without magic. "I can try to port us up if you want?" he offers uncertainly.

"I can walk that much," she tells him even as she keeps a hand on the wall just in case the room goes sideways. "I don't want you to strain yourself. We will just go slowly, take breaks if we need to."

Billy nods, and then, since they have a while, and it's the first time he's ever really been alone with her, asks- "...Where are you from? The accent- our Wanda doesn't really have one."

"Novi Grad, in Sokovia. It's in Eastern Europe...Jean and Kitty told me that it isn't a country in their versions of our world." She can only hope that her people, scattered between countries as they must be, are happier and safer in the other worlds. "English is not my first language."

"Sokovia," Billy repeats, and he's pretty sure it's not a country he's heard of before. Definitely not the birthplace of the Maximoff twins he knows. "Our Wanda's from Transia. Still Eastern Europe, and...I guess she would have had an accent before, but not in the time I knew her."

"Transia...maybe it is the same land? But I've never heard of even a city or a region called that." It's strange how different her life must be compared to her other self...do they even eat the same foods? Speak the same languages.

Maybe Billy and Tommy have never had a proper burek or paprikash or torte. She'll have to fix that one day, if that's the case - it seems like maybe the Maximoffs may have emigrated to America before the situation in Transia became as bad as it was in Sokovia. Maybe the bomb that killed her parents had only been a near-miss.

(Probably. It's hard not to hate her other self from everything she'd heard so far. She just seems to get everything.)

"Nat says my accent makes me stand out too much, but here...I had no reason to try to change it."

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