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revivalproject2019-08-26 01:35 pm
seeingscarlet) wrote in revivalproject2019-08-26 01:35 pm
01 | OPEN
Who: Wanda Maximoff & you!
What: Exploration time
When: The first week
Where: Greenhouse, hospital, and the forest outskirts
Warnings: N/A, will edit if needed
I. The Greenhouse
[Close to dinnertime you might come across Wanda standing in the greenhouse staring thoughtfully out over the vegetation.]
We could make a soup, I think. If we had a fire and something to cook it in...it would be better than just eating raw vegetables.
II. The Hospital
[The canisters are already ruptured by the time she gets there. Hospitals have always made her uncomfortable, but it's better to take stock of what they have and what they might need now, before anyone needs it. And it would be good to have some idea of how necessary certain aspects of her powers might be and where she might try to explore and push them.
Except while she's exploring the halls, she starts feeling warm and light-headed, and a little bit claustrophobic. She knows whoever worked here is long gone, but the hallways feel cramped and sinister and finally Wanda decides that she can't take it anymore. She turns to start making her way out (going out a window would be quickest but she feels off) and the world lurches sideways. Wanda stumbles into the wall to brace herself and leans her forehead against it. It's nice and cool. She'd stay here for a while if it didn't feel so threatening...
...but it does, and so Wanda's stumbling down the hallways with a hand braced on the wall to steady herself. Just a little farther...]
III. closed to Vision
[They walk hand in hand, Thistle chirping happily at the chance to explore a more familiar environment. Wanda's hair is braided now, looped through itself to hold, and while she misses the feel of the wind (or her lover's fingers) in it, it's not worth how much trouble it would be to detangle it later.
She leans up to kiss Vision's cheek and squeezes his hand.]
Over there? [There's a small clearing around a large tree, and it looks like a nice place to have a talk. Wanda trots ahead to beat him to it and settles back against it between the roots.] Come here, love.
[He's been keeping her as comfortable as he possibly could, and it's time to return the favor.]
IV. wild card
[You know what to do.]
What: Exploration time
When: The first week
Where: Greenhouse, hospital, and the forest outskirts
Warnings: N/A, will edit if needed
I. The Greenhouse
[Close to dinnertime you might come across Wanda standing in the greenhouse staring thoughtfully out over the vegetation.]
We could make a soup, I think. If we had a fire and something to cook it in...it would be better than just eating raw vegetables.
II. The Hospital
[The canisters are already ruptured by the time she gets there. Hospitals have always made her uncomfortable, but it's better to take stock of what they have and what they might need now, before anyone needs it. And it would be good to have some idea of how necessary certain aspects of her powers might be and where she might try to explore and push them.
Except while she's exploring the halls, she starts feeling warm and light-headed, and a little bit claustrophobic. She knows whoever worked here is long gone, but the hallways feel cramped and sinister and finally Wanda decides that she can't take it anymore. She turns to start making her way out (going out a window would be quickest but she feels off) and the world lurches sideways. Wanda stumbles into the wall to brace herself and leans her forehead against it. It's nice and cool. She'd stay here for a while if it didn't feel so threatening...
...but it does, and so Wanda's stumbling down the hallways with a hand braced on the wall to steady herself. Just a little farther...]
III. closed to Vision
[They walk hand in hand, Thistle chirping happily at the chance to explore a more familiar environment. Wanda's hair is braided now, looped through itself to hold, and while she misses the feel of the wind (or her lover's fingers) in it, it's not worth how much trouble it would be to detangle it later.
She leans up to kiss Vision's cheek and squeezes his hand.]
Over there? [There's a small clearing around a large tree, and it looks like a nice place to have a talk. Wanda trots ahead to beat him to it and settles back against it between the roots.] Come here, love.
[He's been keeping her as comfortable as he possibly could, and it's time to return the favor.]
IV. wild card
[You know what to do.]
no subject
But not space chicken pox.
[...please don't ask her to be 100% coherent when she's running a fever.]
no subject
You wouldn't happen to know Lance, would you?
[Because that was totally something he would call it.]
no subject
[Look. What else is she supposed to call it?]
Are you sure you don't feel it?
no subject
Nevermind.
But, no... I mean, not exactly. I'm itchy, yes. And I guess I feel a little like I have the flu, but... I don't know. I just figured I was tired.
And itchy...
[Which was starting to make sense now... and, honestly, kind of worse, since being aware of it now made the itching more noticeable. He definitely looked uncomfortable.]
Course, someone once told me that they wouldn't be surprised if I broke a bone and kept going like it didn't happen, so there's that, I guess.
[He did have a tendency to muscle through.]
no subject
[Like that weird bright green stuff. It looks like the stereotypical cartoonish depiction of toxic waste - not something Wanda's going anywhere near.]
Did you touch the data point in the lobby?
no subject
There's always that chance, really.
[At her question, he nodded again.]
I did.