tampered | once upon a time i was falling in love [ongoing]

once upon a time i was falling in love [ongoing]

When; Saturday night.
Rating; PG-13 (swearing).
Characters; Remy (

bangyoudead), Rictor (

alittlecredit), Wanda (

hexless), Donna + Sirja (

ofmyderriere) and Eden (

suicideslowly).
Summary; Genetic identity angst: ASK US HOW.
Log;

With the traffic in and out of his apartment, Remy's feeling less like a corpse, even if his head is still fuzzy, like if he sits still for too long he'll realize this is all some warped dream he can't wake up from. He leaves the front door open as he goes back to his bedroom to find a shirt, knowing that Wanda and Donna are going to wander in at some point, and he should probably kill the ego.

Well. Somewhat. He grabs a tank top. It's black and has a faded red x on it. Ironic. He puts it on anyway, and digs out another pack of cigarettes from his sock drawer.

M-Day. Apocalypse. The child. Xavier.

They flash through his head like a faded film clip show. He wants to take a power drill to his head.

Bad idea.

He laughs to himself, harsh and ironic and cruel, and lights his cigarette with his fingers.

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Wanda is not sure what is up with Ric, but she is absolutely not going to mention it. Elephants, indeed. Maybe she can make them go away with force of will alone (or maybe that's not a joke anyone should be making where this woman is concerned).

"She appears to be a fan of you, too," Wanda notes, amiably, taking an empty seat for herself.

There's a mention of Eden being thin—yes, she knows—and of a child being left with a crazy man, but everything passes in a hurry and a whirlwind, and Eden can only imagine that there'll take some getting used to, with that woman. Chance encounters probably turn into... lasting friendships, with that one.

So she laughs, unable to respond to the remark before Donna leaves, and then looks up at Remy and the offered hand, shaking her head slightly before slipping in—being thin helps—and giving him a hug.

"This isn't the time for handshakes. Particularly when I'm pretty sure I'll need you to shield me from the mob in there," Eden jokes.

Donna bumps noses with her baby girl and bumps her hip against Wanda, grinning at both of them. Her high energy cheerfulness gets kind of ragged-edged and raw in places, but she's moving, talking, living too quickly for it to be easily noticed - and everybody here has got something else on their mind than some crazy girl's drama.

(She likes that about it here. Nobody's worried about her beyond the new girl with the baby, there's nobody she has to convince she's fine when she doesn't believe it herself. She can do what she likes and they can't tell her no because they don't know.)

"Sirja loves everybody, don't you, baby? Girl's gonna be trouble, she gets that from me." Yeah uh.

And so Eden gets a hug, squeezing - everyone else is so tiny, really. He smiles and says, half-private, "Peut-être que je voulais baiser la main, no?" And leaves no other explanation for that, but leaves his arm around her shoulders when he turns back to said mob.

"Okay, everybody sit and call what you want to drink. I got liquor an' orange juice."

His eyes snap between the three women in the room, eventually coming back to settle on Wanda's earnest and warm face, and then on the back of his own hand. The large group of strangers, plus Wanda Maximoff, is starting to make him edgy, especially with the way his lack of powers already makes him feel claustrophobic.

"She just don't know better like the rest of the world."

He shrugs at her and shakes his head at Remy.

"Nothing. Nothing for me."

"Are you going to make us drinks, Remy?" Wanda teases, pushing her hair out of her face with one hand. That's not really an answer like he asked for, but she hasn't really decided yet. Drinking probably isn't a good idea. "Should you really be up and about so soon?"

While she's satisfied that he's physically well enough, that won't stop Wanda from participating in some good-natured fussing for the remainder of the evening. She also keeps an eye on Donna--for as much as they're becoming fast friends, being contemporaries in a sense, Wanda feels some responsibility toward the younger woman. Coming to a place like the City all by yourself is one frightening thing, but having a child in tow is another, and Wanda can't quite imagine how that's going to go on certain curse days.

"Peut-être je pense que tu es un homme coureur," Eden replies after him, slightly quieter than normal, because it wouldn't be strange at all to speak across the room in a foreign tongue. Nevertheless, her cheeks show sign of a faint blush. Compliments like these don't come frequently.

But as she looks around the room, waving briefly at Wanda (quelle surprise), her gaze falls upon the little baby, and Eden's nervous expression softens. Not that she's a baby person, not at all, but it's been a while since she's seen one up close and it's a kind reminder that the City doesn't take away all things normal after all.

It also possibly does a fair amount in explaining Donna's personality. Eden's always heard that motherhood drives women insane.

Given that the baby's probably most at peace with its mother, however, Eden takes a glance in the direction of the last stranger in the room. He looks kind of irritated, somehow.

"I'm Eden," she offers with a smile, sitting herself down nearby. Finally, she looks towards Remy. "Orange juice on its own would be rather nice, actually."

"I would probably shank you for a beer, but," Sirja gets a nose-bump again, "so orange juice, if it's cool?"

The truth is that motherhood actually calmed Donna down - significantly - and at the very least made her something less of a danger to herself and anyone in a ten foot radius of her. Considering the aforementioned personality, though, that's probably not a reassuring idea.

Like, at all.

Eden looks a little shy, and Julio looks like he needs broken in gently, so Wanda lucks out and gets a tiny Donna and her tiny baby perched in her lap. Sorry, Wanda.

He flashes a grin at Eden - shameless, hi - and goes to the kitchen to get glasses of everyone's juice and nabs some water bottles on the way. He figures food will be spoken for as needed.

"I suppose bein' a good influence counts for somethin'," he says. Not that he's ever been one. "I'm impressed, I admit. Kindness o'strangers in this place. Reminds me of home, with less shotguns."

This is Southern humor, okay.

There are too many people, he thinks, too close and he's feeling too vulnerable. His insecurities and doubts are being dredged up again, no matter how well he's been hiding him; he's so close to the Scarlet Witch. He doesn't blame her, of course, he can't possibly. It's himself he blames. That doesn't make the evening any easier. And the way Remy is so charming brings out other issues he has, the same kind that bothered him around Jamie or Pietro. Or further back-- even Roberto.

He grabs the glass nearby, with the juice, by the rim with one hand and shoots Remy a tight, uncomfortable face, masked by what are, to begin with, typically slightly dour features.

"Hey, if you're not too busy finding yourself a date, you said there was an empty couch somewhere?"

Wanda makes a soft, playfully faux-annoyed sound when Donna sits on her, flashing a smile over the girl's shoulder Eden's way. Fancy meeting you here, roommate. "I'd hope so, regarding the shotguns," she murmurs, and then her gaze snags on Ric for a few seconds, remembering the slightly odd conversation they had online.

She knows it can't be helping anything, considering he blushed when she was talking to him earlier, so she conscientiously glances back away.

Still, maybe she should talk to him more. On the Network, probably.

Eden rolls her eyes at Remy, noting mentally that the only reason why she's probably interested at all is because this man seems to be the exact opposite of Mohinder Suresh, and that on principle means that this is probably a bad idea. And the further mention of shotguns and Southern hospitality just redirect her mind to Noah Bennet threatening to show up on Tybalt Capulet's doorstep with such a weapon. Her life's been pretty interesting in the past few days, no doubt.

"You're the one who offered me food," Eden points out to Remy, "so I'm not really sure how hospitable I'm being, in all honesty."

There's no real response to be had to Donna sitting herself down on Eden's roommate. That's just. Interesting on various levels.

And okay. Take two at cracking the quiet guy's shell.

"Even if he's finding himself a date, there are still three girls here, which means that odds are in your favor to at least have some interesting conversation?"

Is this just going to scare him further?

"I'm not anybody's date and I only just got here," Donna asserts, helpfully, and then brightly adds, "but I could make the shotgun conversation a whole lot more interesting if y'all want to see my tattoo."

Sirja reaches for Donna's glasses again, and is swiftly prevented. "No, baby, don't do that."

Remy is giving the collection of girls something of a bemused look, but he turns to talk to Julio when he approaches him, respectful of his mood. He knows that his own defense mechanisms - talk more, joke more, flirt more, be more obnoxious - don't work for everybody.

"Yeah, man. Living room's this way. There's another bedroom in here but I don't got anything in it."

He stands from the chair he's been tucked into the entire time, drinking the whole glass of juice before leaving it on the table. He would do the dishes, if he weren't so anxious to get away, but he is. He lingers first and presses his hand against Wanda's shoulder, he's not even sure why (but it feels necessary, like he's offering comfort and forgiveness for his rushing out like this which she doesn't even know she deserves) before giving her and Donna a polite nod, and then Eden, finally bowing his head at the man polite enough to offer him a place to stay when he's very aware there was no obligation.

"Odds are also in my favor that I'm gonna die in a motorcycle accident some day, but I don't keep my hopes up. I rather just find somewhere warm and dark to curl up in 'cause I haven't slept in two days. Thanks, by the way. And night, todos."

He shrugs his shoulders at Eden and throws one last look over his shoulder at Wanda before sneaking out. He'll have to train himself out of running away from her. It's cruel.

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