http://unhexed.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] unhexed.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-11-19 06:08 pm

with some free association, and a hole in her head [complete?]

When; November 19th.
Rating; PG
Characters; Wanda Maximoff ([livejournal.com profile] hexless) and Remy LeBeau ([livejournal.com profile] bangyoudead)
Summary; Wanda lands in the City, disoriented, and finds a face that should be more familiar than it actually is.
Log;

It's a simple household task, running out to the shed once per season to switch in the old necessities for the new. Late in the evening like this, she doesn't bother putting on a jacket over her long red dress, doesn't worry herself with switching on the lights out back because this is Wanda's home, and she knows it so well she doesn't need the light. She never seems to wander off the path accidentally like other people might do. Maybe it's just luck.

Except--

Her luck takes a strange and unsettling turn when she steps out of the shed again, arms emptied of the kindling she was bringing out back. That's good, because if they were still in hand she would certainly drop them all over the ground, the ground that looks totally different to what it was two minutes ago. A tiny ticking part in the back of her mind is indignant, thinking things like this don't happen to me of all people, but she dismisses it in favor of quiet, initial wariness. This has happened, after all. She must try to keep herself together. A thousand plausible but unlikely answers flit through her mind: maybe she had an episode of some kind and missed chunks of time (she's never done so before, but one never knows when that might develop), maybe it's an elaborate practical joke (but who would perpetuate that sort of thing against her?), maybe it's...

"Oh, my," Wanda breathes, stepping forward and tilting her head back to look around with wide eyes.

Someone slightly more battle-scarred and jaded wouldn't take the time to be openly amazed at their surroundings, and in truth they'll disorient and disconcert her more than anything else in a few moments, but for now she's just staring, lower lip briefly caught between her teeth.

This is no rural mountain village. Give the girl a second to acclimate.


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