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revivalproject2020-06-11 07:36 pm
seeingscarlet) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-11 07:36 pm
if I could paint the sky
WHO: Wanda Maximoff, OPEN
WHERE: Wanda's calibrations room
WHAT: Come poke around the psychic's head. It's only fair, right?
WHEN: June 3–June 10th
WARNINGS: Death, superhero violence, human experimentation, some suicidal ideation on the mangled device prompt, temporarily injured animal
You find yourself in a tower room.
It looks fairly comfortable, all things considered. The couches and cushions are plush and welcoming and at first glance you might not associate the room with its owner unless you've been here before. It almost looks like something out of a storybook until you turn around. A series of two heavy cage-like doors prevent exit and an observation window looks out into the room. It's dark...for now. Still, you can't shake the feeling that someone is lurking out there. The room may be comfortable but it was clearly designed to keep something in. And there's a strange, constant sound that you might not yet be able to identify. Maybe ocean waves?
Giving the room a closer glance, there are hints to the occupant's identity, like the guitar resting safely by the bookcase. A strange glowing scepter sits in an elaborate containment unit on a table. Beside it rests a distorted cube and the wiry remains of a mangled device.
Stairs lead to a balcony, but this is no escape. Here, that ongoing sound that you might have mistaken for waves while inside resolves into what it really is: hundreds of indistinct whispers and voices. The night sky is a surreal red nebula, too red to seem natural, and the ground...
...there is no ground. It's just a sea of glowing scarlet mist identical to her powers. There doesn't seem to be any end to it and it's constantly in motion, almost like it's alive. There's no escaping this place; whatever has been locked away here is staying put. And yet there are signs of life: a romantic nook for two on the wide balcony, comfortable-looking seating for several people back in the room. Aside from the door's reminder that this is a prison, it isn't an unwelcoming place.
You know, if you can ignore the hole in the ceiling and the unexploded bomb that clearly reads "Stark Industries" embedded in the floor.
And you aren't alone here. Wanda herself is laying comfortably on the luxurious princess's bed in meditation, wreathed in scarlet power. A tiny fairy dragon sleeps on the pillow beside her, completely unbothered. There's a photo on the nightstand: two adults and two children, a dark-haired girl and boy. It's worn, like it's been handled quite a bit, and those who know her well may have seen her with it before. Beside it is a ring that clearly belongs with Wanda's own wedding ring.
What do you do?
WHERE: Wanda's calibrations room
WHAT: Come poke around the psychic's head. It's only fair, right?
WHEN: June 3–June 10th
WARNINGS: Death, superhero violence, human experimentation, some suicidal ideation on the mangled device prompt, temporarily injured animal
You find yourself in a tower room.
It looks fairly comfortable, all things considered. The couches and cushions are plush and welcoming and at first glance you might not associate the room with its owner unless you've been here before. It almost looks like something out of a storybook until you turn around. A series of two heavy cage-like doors prevent exit and an observation window looks out into the room. It's dark...for now. Still, you can't shake the feeling that someone is lurking out there. The room may be comfortable but it was clearly designed to keep something in. And there's a strange, constant sound that you might not yet be able to identify. Maybe ocean waves?
Giving the room a closer glance, there are hints to the occupant's identity, like the guitar resting safely by the bookcase. A strange glowing scepter sits in an elaborate containment unit on a table. Beside it rests a distorted cube and the wiry remains of a mangled device.
Stairs lead to a balcony, but this is no escape. Here, that ongoing sound that you might have mistaken for waves while inside resolves into what it really is: hundreds of indistinct whispers and voices. The night sky is a surreal red nebula, too red to seem natural, and the ground...
...there is no ground. It's just a sea of glowing scarlet mist identical to her powers. There doesn't seem to be any end to it and it's constantly in motion, almost like it's alive. There's no escaping this place; whatever has been locked away here is staying put. And yet there are signs of life: a romantic nook for two on the wide balcony, comfortable-looking seating for several people back in the room. Aside from the door's reminder that this is a prison, it isn't an unwelcoming place.
You know, if you can ignore the hole in the ceiling and the unexploded bomb that clearly reads "Stark Industries" embedded in the floor.
And you aren't alone here. Wanda herself is laying comfortably on the luxurious princess's bed in meditation, wreathed in scarlet power. A tiny fairy dragon sleeps on the pillow beside her, completely unbothered. There's a photo on the nightstand: two adults and two children, a dark-haired girl and boy. It's worn, like it's been handled quite a bit, and those who know her well may have seen her with it before. Beside it is a ring that clearly belongs with Wanda's own wedding ring.
What do you do?
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She sits up and smiles sheepishly. "It isn't your fault. Even I can't control this." She speaks with a light accent, and Teddy could be forgiven for still not putting it together.
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"Right. Yeah. That doesn't make it suck any less." He scratches the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish. "I'm Teddy, by the way." He figures the least he can do is introduce himself before he starts rummaging around in her head.
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There are good memories here, of course, but others...others aren't so nice. Not at all.
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"Wanda...You don't know me. But I'm a friend of Billy and Tommy's. We were on a team together. I'm not sure how much they've told you."