Who: wanda maximoff + others When: march Where: solvunn & horizon What: catch-all for the month! general top-levels for solvunn, horizon threads for out-of-territory friends (and new meetings). Warnings: tba!
( the tempest seems to come in time to force them to set aside the situation with nocwich out of their minds. there is plenty of work to be done back in the territory, plenty of small and big disturbances to try and pacify. the unusual weather taking place during an approaching springtime puts a lot of activities, rites, and general fortitudes of solvunn in disarray.
and as such, for the time being, wanda fills the void of being able to go to nocwich by keeping busies than usual, by trying to come up with creative ways to keep the springtime rites alive. )
( A ) SPRINGTIME DECORATION.
( with the storm looming over their heads—lightning sparks and thundering roars—and the amount of wind-like disruptions that form outside, the children, especially, have been confined to having their school day and play times set inside different homes. the children are split up into smaller groups, so they can all be comfortably in different houses, looked after by expectant mothers, grandparents, and older teens.
wanda's chaos magic allows her to easily bend the will of the wind from getting in her way, making herself a path devoid of the strong winds whipping at her and stalling her progress as she makes way from house to house, to join the children for a few hours to aid in their activities and learning.
having been here for over two years now, some of these children have grown with wanda's presence around, and are expectant of learning new things from her at any given time. today, she brings emptied eggshells for them to decorate. )
The wax is hot, so you have to be careful.
( she demonstrates as she draws over the contoured lines with the beeswax. the children in the house lean over nearby, on the table, to see her work. there's a set-up in place, with candles and different colored dyes in jars on the table, the whistling of the wind into the crevices of the walls and under the doors the only reminder that there is a world outside they are currently not allowed to go out in.
once done through the process, wanda washes off the dye and wax with a cloth, and the bright colors of the egg will awe the children into wanting to do their own. in no time at all, the children are working with their own tools, decorating and dyeing, giggling and conversing with each other as adults alike join them in their efforts.
wanda turns to another summoned who has been also assisting with the children, holding out an undecorated egg to them. )
Want to give it a try?
( B ) OF TWISTERS AND ANIMALS.
( it is rather unfortunate that gardens are getting uprooted because of the small twisters that have begun to form across the territory; the way it pulls at the roots of plants, forces small animals to run from their dens and burrows.
one of the things wanda does to help in that situation is to go about to the uprooted land and, by placing her hand down onto the ground, solidify the dirt and the grass, enhances it with her magic so it my not suffer the same fate again. the plants and flowers will have to be replanted, however, and the animals will have to find their way back themselves once they are no longer frightened of the potential danger.
heading into one of the smaller farms, wanda stops and crouches down to pick up something that was stuck in some brambles. it's a bell on what seems to have once been a harness of sorts. pets and farm animals are synonymous in solvunn, but the locals tended to make incredibly clear when they had a favorite creature by adorning it in colorful trinkets.
this definitely belongs to someone's precious companion, likely a small goat, given the size of it.
wanda steps away from the path, looking for signs of said goat, and only stops when she runs into another summoned. she raises the bell ornament, as if it alone provides context to her situation. )
I'm looking for a goat. Small, by the looks of it.
( with the twisters and the strong winds and the looming storm, small animals won't make it very far (nor very safely) outside of their homes and sheds. wanda raises her voice as a rather strong surge of wind pushes her to take a few steps forward, blasting by towards her back. )
Shit— ( her hair whips around and over her face, annoyingly so. she pushes it back with a hand. ) Have you seen any around?
( C ) NEW HOME, OLD RITUALS.
You've chosen quite the time to try and fix this place up.
You're telling me.
( it is no secret between the folk in the tertiary settlement that wanda's been looking to have a house there, her visits to the settlement more frequent as of the last couple of months. she's friendly with the ravn family, whom she aided last year with a mild case of a haunting, and it is the matriarch, klaara, who has helped her now in finding an unoccupied house to call her own. klaara and her son oren even cleaned up the surroundings prior to her arrival, but what windows had been opened to clear up the air have been effectively shuttered due to the strong winds.
klaara leaves once her son comes to collect her to help her back to their own home, allowing wanda to settle and fix things up as she sees fit. it's not meant to replace her place in the treehouse, but having a place to come to in the tertiary settlement is something she had been looking forward to for a while.
but, despite the new home, old habits remain.
following a path at the back of the house will lead to a clearing completely devoid of any wind intrusion. the squalls strike against the dome of magic wanda has created to no avail. inside this space, this quiet hex, wanda works on a ritual for her patron god, carving shapes on the ground and creating, effectively, a shrine for soris immaneus on this end of the territory.
wanda will fancy providing a tour of her new home once she is done carving up the symbols she wants onto the rock at her feet.)
[ The best question to ask here is how did Nebula of all people get roped into this? At least, that's the question she's asking herself. ]
[ She knows why she'd agree — even if she'd never admit it aloud. Nebula doesn't know much about children or how to be gentle in the least. Of all the skills that were sharpened, childrearing wasn't one of them. (Something she's woefully aware of and of her own concern - given Knowhere's newest circumstances). ]
[ She tells herself it's the fact she knows she can keep them on the ground from house-to-house if necessary and not that she cares if a child gets hurt at all. Even if right now is... They're safe. Happy. And she keeps to herself, watching the activities more like an observer than a body guard. Only speaking when some child pipes up asking her how something looks and she's quite a too second long time before saying 'it looks fine,' which was clearly not the enthusiastic response they wanted and so she kept quiet after that. ]
[ Cleaned up a mess here or there. Corrects tool holding. You know. Things she can do. ]
[ So when Wanda approaches with the egg she turns her attention at the offending item. No, offending wasn't the right word. Bewildering? For a lot of reasons. And she could answer no but she asks something else instead and it's not 'what's the point'? ]
... Is it normal to play with your food?
[ It is not, in fact, a condescending question despite the same serious way she says it - a quizzical note to it. Like she doesn't get any of it to begin with and a part of her might be insulted on what happened to the food (or the creature that would otherwise be born). ]
( wanda is used to comments that question the why and how of certain customs, especially when it comes from individuals who are less of an earthling and more along the lines of 'aliens' as far as her own point of reference is.
nebula is a bit of a tough cookie to crack, in every sense of the word, it is someone that is very important to rocket. and, in lieu of that, wanda works to make an effort.
she turns the egg around and points at a tiny hole within the shell. )
We emptied and cleaned up the egg before now. They're preparing an egg torte in the kitchen. ( that cleared up— ) Do you need help with it?
Zagreus doesn't seem particularly bothered by the winds. They push at him just like they do everybody else, of course. But he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. If anything, it's actually a rather new and fascinating experience for him!
But something has Wanda worried, so he stops when she approaches him. "I...don't know," he says. "What does a goat look like?"
Wanda lets her question die down in her lips, confused and a little flustered by the weather. There are so many goats going about in Solvunn, but maybe no one's really explained to Zagreus that those are, in fact, goats?
"They're the most common farm animals around here," she starts by way of explanation. "Some of them have horns. The one I'm looking for is small. A 'kid' is the name for their young."
She has a feeling that despite him not being familiar with what a goat is, that Zagreus would be open to helping her.
[As Wanda carves away, Michael arrives in a rush of air much quieter than the gusting winds outside the bubble of magic. The wind doesn't interfere with his flight, but he prefers to engage in conversation without sticks and bits of plant debris slapping him in the mouth throughout.]
I hope it's not too early for housewarming gifts?
[If so, too late. He has arrived with a cloth-wrapped gift in hand. She looks like she's made quick progress on her weekend home, however; he assumes any rough patches on the outside are the work of the recent storms.]
( somehow, despite it all, wanda expected michael to come here. at some point, in some unexpected moment, whenever she was far too ensnared in whatever she was currently working on to foresee his arrival.
(but she wasn't really disconnected to knowing he would arrive, though.)
she waves a hand at him, her back turned, pushing the rock down with forceful attention to detail imbued in her magic. she does come to a halt at some point, sitting back on her knees, and brushing off any beads of sweat on her forehead. )
I thought time wasn't significant to you.
( and up she goes, stretching out her legs and cleaning up her palms on her skirt. her question is curious, as she turns her head to him. )
( within the horizon, things are also, unequivocally, a mess. wanda knows it is because of the singularity, but that is—truth be told—not her area of expertise. she is also of the opinion that the singularity's whims are only temporary, that it will all soon return to normal (and if it doesn't, then worry); others can handle those details.
for now, she doesn't think there is any point in trying to 'fix' whatever instabilities are taking place within her domain. she will, however, entertain company.
whether this company is directed by her or not, they will be directed to one of the many bookshelves within the apartment, where an inordinate amount of terrariums sit. wanda's latest project has been to inject her hex-creating magic into smaller scale dimensions. easier to practice it in the horizon than in the real world, lest something explodes or something magical (of the unkind variety) spills forth.
what she has captured in the different hexes are dreams and nightmares, experiences and memories. every terrarium has bright colors, and the world inside it seems to breathe with life.
wanda approaches, putting a hand over one of the jars, the one her visitor has been eyeing curiously. )
( nocwich is closed. he doesn't really like that because it's become a habit to be able to see wanda every so often in person rather than in the horizon. but nocwich has closed its doors to them so this is what they have.
they haven't done much more than just lay in bed and talk to each other about nothing at all for awhile. and he knows that this probably would be similar to what they'd be doing in nocwich but it was different. as much as he likes the horizon and the ability it gives him to see wanda, he still prefers the real thing.
but, he'll take what he can get. matt stretches his arms above his head, fingers curling around the headboard before turning his head down towards wanda. )
I'm not planning on getting out of this bed while I'm here.
( at least this they have, because albeit it not being an in-person meeting, they can still be around each other as they've made a regular occurrence of during nighttime within their horizon. and sometimes it really is them talking about all the things and nothing at all, exchanging thoughts and opinions about the matters that take place in abraxas—their own shared world back home—future possibilities.
while matt's stretching back, wanda's curled forward to look over at her toes, the menial task of painting her nails in the horizon something that helps keep her focus.
she's not quite expecting the sudden veering of the topic of their conversation with his statement. )
Alright. ( she turns to look at him, putting a hand on the mattress to press her weight back. ) Not that I wanted you to get out of bed or anything.
( they've been comfortable here for the past however-long. wanda stretches her legs out and moves a hand to push at his face, just barely, with the tips of her fingers. )
[ The Horizon is still this strange, dreamlike place for him that he doesn't entirely trust. But with the weather becoming erratic in Thorne, it becomes more and more difficult to spend time outside the castle walls leaving him few means of physical escape.
Which is why he ends up turning to the Horizon.
His meandering shows him that the Summoned really are from different walks of life. Not that he hadn't gathered as much before thanks to various conversations with Summoned - but there's something to be said about seeing it. There's buildings he's familiar with, and then buildings that seem like something plucked right out of Thorne. And then there's...this somewhat average and antiqued looking apartment block.
He doesn't mean to accidentally break into the building. The sudden flood means that he has no choice but to scramble up the fire escape to avoid the rising waters. And it's not his fault that the window to the only loft that has a light on inside is the easiest ("easiest" meaning he shoves it open with only just enough force) to open.
The window slams shut behind him just as he steps inside, drenched and dripping looking like a Klatooine paddy frog. The window slamming shut is enough to distract him from the presence of a person entering the room and he whirls around surprised. ]
( life in abraxas, with a horizon shared by many, means that this is the closest they all get to feeling like they're neighbors within their own little city. it can be a reassuring thought, but other times it means sharing quite a lot—perhaps more than what one wanted to, initially.
wanda's waging her own means of escape from boredom in the physical plane by taking stock of the situation in the horizon. one thing led to another—picking up some things, rearranging her mental (or imaginary?) library—and soon enough she's found herself sat down comfortably by the fireplace, reading a book, and her only company being her dog, mary, who has her head over wanda's lap. an ideal, relaxing moment, were it not for the sopping wet man that just entered the apartment with neither invitation nor manners. )
Hi.
( his rather casual greeting catches her off-guard, but wanda reacts quickly, setting her bare feet down on the carpeted floor and setting her book on the couch where she sat.
she doesn't approach yet, but she has half a mind to. )
[ Hilda hadn't realized how much she relied on Nocwich to see her friends in other territories until it wasn't available to them. The absence of her friends at the beginning of the month had left her in more of a delicate state than she had expected. Surprising, considering she thought she had grown past her neediness but maybe the neediness was indicative of how much she cared.
Which is why she doesn't hesitate to spend time with Wanda in the Horizon. It's a small consolation prize but one that she doesn't take for granted. Even if the weather is absolutely abysmal outside.
They're dressed in comfy clothing catching up when Wanda brings up her new hobby. She peers curiously over the top of the couch at the colourful little jar cradled in Wanda's arms. ]
( and not rush into adventures of an unknown variety, even if wanda knows that this much will cheer hilda up and bring some ounce of excitement into their current gilded-cage situation of finding familiarity in friendly faces through the horizon.
wanda sits back down on the couch, beside hilda, with the jar in her hands and presenting it. the colors of the different aspects of the terrarium are saturated and a little wild—pinks and yellows and electric blues. the glittering swathe of her magic dances around, too, as the scene swirls and changes. )
Just a few ground rules before we go. You have to tell me when it's too much, or if you want to come back. I also get to choose when we should come back, if anything... were to go a little sideways.
( not that she thinks things will, but one can never be too careful, with magical worlds forged of whimsical magic. )
[ Kahlil has not visited Wanda's domain as often as he did before it became a loft in a city. It might be because she shares this space with her man now, and Kahlil might hold on to some unconscious biases from his own world. Or perhaps he just doesn't like intruding.
Either way, he's brought Rousma with him today. She wears her dog skin and immediately begins sniffing around the edges of the room, inspecting what may or may not have changed since she last visited. He can't come to Horizon very often, but he tries not to leave her alone lately when he does. ]
( whatever the case, wanda likes that kyle is visiting her—and with rousma, nonetheless. when the weather isn't being a hazard outside, she'd like to show the little girl where her playmates are now (up in the roof, outside, in a garden of many flowers).
for now, it looks like rousma has found a friend in the actual dog in her horizon, mary, who wags her tail and sniffs after the other 'dog' in the vicinity. )
[ He's about to add something along the lines of like you really need to ask but - the quick combination grin and smirk Claude flashes her way probably fills in that blank clearly enough. One benefit of being friends: Wanda's (more than) well acquainted with his never ending curiosity about anything and everything.
The terrariums had caught his attention almost immediately, even more so the longer he's spent here to where his gaze might've wandered to them once. Or twice. Or more often than that, and not just in the idle way Claude tends to be interested in any bookshelves when it means a chance to browse their contents, but he also isn't one to pry into something not offered to him first. Not with Wanda, at least.
He looks back to the one her hand is resting on, leans in a bit to study it closer like it'll reveal more, and then looks back to her with an eyebrow raise paired with a smile. ]
Anything in particular I should be expecting from what's in there?
[ Steve's arrival into Wanda's domain is an accident. He'd decided to look into the Horizon after hearing people talk through the mind network about how things were strange there too, mirroring the odd weather in reality, only to find his corner of New York completely buffeted with rain.
As in, it was raining sideways.
After trying to find his own apartment and some shelter, he'd instead ended up in an entirely different part of the city. It didn't make sense, to turn a corner in Brooklyn and end up in Hell's Kitchen, and yet that's exactly what happens.
With that in mind, he assumes that this must be Matt's domain, but either way he's drawn to the one apartment building on the block that appears to have the lights on, everything else blanketed in the gloom of the storm.
By the time that he gets up to the apartment in question, he's soaked to the bone. It's only once he's dried off as best he can with a towel Wanda provides that he actually takes a look around the place; it's markedly different from the last time he'd been in Wanda's space.
Or is it Matt's space? Or both? He sees touches of both of them here, but these terrariums are definitely Wanda's. When she notices him looking, Steve glances back over, the towel she lent him currently draped around his shoulders. ]
[He still likes coming here, even after the merged domains. The rooftop garden really just pushes into that parallel of angels and birds. Which he doesn't deny, and it gets him further from the himself and snake parallel (which he also doesn't deny, but the context matters greatly to him).
He had hoped that of anywhere in the Horizon, she might've been trying to push for stability and would have put her Most Likely to Succeed.
He's not surprised to find that she hadn't tried though.
Still, he's here, and it's rude to just leave.
She likely could already track his arrival long before he, laughably predictable, shows up through the window, but he's preceded regardless by the radio tuning static of his Horizon 'gift', a sign already that he's a little off balanced despite his outward appearance.
He can usually squash down that 'feature.'
His thoughts are closer to this more than his usual white noise, though occasionally some might squeak out, much like music on when on the radio.]
[ sam is much of the same mindset of the singularity - he will worry when it's been going on longer than it should, but it is not his area of expertise. the singularity, while not on a schedule, does tend to have a pattern - and sam finds his skillset more beneficial to the aftermath. he doesn't love being so reactive, but there's only so much he can do in a place so influenced by magic.
for now, though, his horizon is dark and wind-buffeted. he knows the house will survive (it has survived many a hurricane season before now) but that doesn't mean he has to like it. doesn't mean he wants to spend his time amongst it. so he ventures out instead - it has been some time since he's last visited wanda's domain, and she is the person he seeks out now, anyway. he wanders down the familiar green tunnel, but is pleasantly surprised to find where it leads - a loft, in new year if the view through the windows is anything to go by. sam doesn't recognize it, but that doesn't bother him all that much, especially when a very happy puppy comes bounding up to him. sam squats, because obviously he has an affection tax to pay. ]
Knock knock! [ he calls out, even as his hands are already on mary, his smile growing. ] Who's a pretty girl... your momma home?
Wrench's own Horizon is not such a far cry from the landscape of Solvunn. He rarely finds reason to retreat inward when he can typically manage to locate the same expanse of solitude in either place, but he's curious now whether the inner world is as tumultuous as the outer. He means to go to his own, but when he passes the familiar threshold to the Horizon that Wanda and Matt share, he turns instead in that direction, meaning only to peer in briefly and see if either of them are around.
He doesn't mean to get so caught up looking at all of the things that populate their shared reality, but there's something so homey about it that he can't quite help himself. It looks so comfortably lived in. Thoughtfully decked out with the kinds of objects that he's always equated with a real home. So he takes the time once again to run his fingers over the spines of the books, until he gets to a place on the shelf that doesn't hold unfamiliar tomes at all, but rather little glass worlds, self-contained and lush with color and energy.
Wanda's words in his mind startle him, and he whirls around like he's been caught.
I wasn't going to touch.
A protest against an accusation that wasn't made. It takes several seconds for Wrench to lose the tension in his shoulders.
[He hasn't been to Wanda's domain in a while. Lately, they were more likely to meet over tea in Nocwich, but that option is gone now. Not forever, Wilhelm hopes, although the only evidence he has to the contrary is his own impatience. How long could the werewolves stay mad at them for refusing to destroy an ancient artifact without knowing the consequences it could unleash?
The landscape has evolved from cloistered woods to a twinkling city, but Wilhelm knows he's in the right place because of the raven that swoops down from the rooftop to greet him. And...to peck at his jacket sleeve, as if in admonishment.]
I know, I know. I should've come to see you sooner, Ferrari.
[Inside, he opens the cupboard to select a mug, and discovers a familiar teacup holding a plump dark berry. He'd forgotten about the stupid thing for over a year, but now it's apparently decided it should be remembered. Pushing it aside, he picks a green mug. Wanda fills it with hot water to dunk the teabag in. As it steeps, she invites him to check out the shelf packed with terrariums. They remind him a little bit of snow globes, miniature worlds tucked behind glass.]
[When Dustin gives into his analytical side there's very little that can be done to stop the staring as he tries to break things down. From the books to the terrariums, and the overall atmosphere her horizon felt like a getaway from the norm of Solvunn.
It's a place he could see himself spending a lot of time in, not just for the opportunity to read and learn but also because being in Wanda's company feels effortless. As a teenage boy, it also helps that she's a bombshell. Something he'll keep close to his chest.]
[The Horizon is a mess, and Henry has been avoiding his own domain for as long as things have been... strange.
But that's neither here nor there. The terrariums draw his eye, his innate curiosity -- and while he's the sort to place spiders within his own vivarium, this is... different.
Dreams, nightmares. Memories swirling within, pulsating with colorful life. An amazing thing that can only be possible in someone's domain; or perhaps in the hands of someone with powers and creative-thinking like Wanda.]
Hm?
[He straightens when she approaches, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back.]
[But, as is the Stephen Strange way, a little cautious, too. Not that he expects danger amid these colorful terrariums, whirling with experiences, but... Well, you know. It's his job to be careful, and old habits die hard. Except when he is yolo'ing his magic.]
Do I get a hint first before we dive in?
[Because he suspects that's what will happen; how else does one experience memory and emotion? By letting it envelop you.]
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—SOLVUNN • OTA • MARCH
and as such, for the time being, wanda fills the void of being able to go to nocwich by keeping busies than usual, by trying to come up with creative ways to keep the springtime rites alive. )
( A ) SPRINGTIME DECORATION.
( B ) OF TWISTERS AND ANIMALS.
( C ) NEW HOME, OLD RITUALS.
A - ish? Mostly A.
[ She knows why she'd agree — even if she'd never admit it aloud. Nebula doesn't know much about children or how to be gentle in the least. Of all the skills that were sharpened, childrearing wasn't one of them. (Something she's woefully aware of and of her own concern - given Knowhere's newest circumstances). ]
[ She tells herself it's the fact she knows she can keep them on the ground from house-to-house if necessary and not that she cares if a child gets hurt at all. Even if right now is... They're safe. Happy. And she keeps to herself, watching the activities more like an observer than a body guard. Only speaking when some child pipes up asking her how something looks and she's quite a too second long time before saying 'it looks fine,' which was clearly not the enthusiastic response they wanted and so she kept quiet after that. ]
[ Cleaned up a mess here or there. Corrects tool holding. You know. Things she can do. ]
[ So when Wanda approaches with the egg she turns her attention at the offending item. No, offending wasn't the right word. Bewildering? For a lot of reasons. And she could answer no but she asks something else instead and it's not 'what's the point'? ]
... Is it normal to play with your food?
[ It is not, in fact, a condescending question despite the same serious way she says it - a quizzical note to it. Like she doesn't get any of it to begin with and a part of her might be insulted on what happened to the food (or the creature that would otherwise be born). ]
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( wanda is used to comments that question the why and how of certain customs, especially when it comes from individuals who are less of an earthling and more along the lines of 'aliens' as far as her own point of reference is.
nebula is a bit of a tough cookie to crack, in every sense of the word, it is someone that is very important to rocket. and, in lieu of that, wanda works to make an effort.
she turns the egg around and points at a tiny hole within the shell. )
We emptied and cleaned up the egg before now. They're preparing an egg torte in the kitchen. ( that cleared up— ) Do you need help with it?
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But something has Wanda worried, so he stops when she approaches him. "I...don't know," he says. "What does a goat look like?"
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Wanda lets her question die down in her lips, confused and a little flustered by the weather. There are so many goats going about in Solvunn, but maybe no one's really explained to Zagreus that those are, in fact, goats?
"They're the most common farm animals around here," she starts by way of explanation. "Some of them have horns. The one I'm looking for is small. A 'kid' is the name for their young."
She has a feeling that despite him not being familiar with what a goat is, that Zagreus would be open to helping her.
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back from trip! happy to continue if you are <3
Sure thing!
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I hope it's not too early for housewarming gifts?
[If so, too late. He has arrived with a cloth-wrapped gift in hand. She looks like she's made quick progress on her weekend home, however; he assumes any rough patches on the outside are the work of the recent storms.]
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(but she wasn't really disconnected to knowing he would arrive, though.)
she waves a hand at him, her back turned, pushing the rock down with forceful attention to detail imbued in her magic. she does come to a halt at some point, sitting back on her knees, and brushing off any beads of sweat on her forehead. )
I thought time wasn't significant to you.
( and up she goes, stretching out her legs and cleaning up her palms on her skirt. her question is curious, as she turns her head to him. )
You brought something?
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—HORIZON • OTA • MARCH
( wildcard-y horizon thing )
they haven't done much more than just lay in bed and talk to each other about nothing at all for awhile. and he knows that this probably would be similar to what they'd be doing in nocwich but it was different. as much as he likes the horizon and the ability it gives him to see wanda, he still prefers the real thing.
but, he'll take what he can get. matt stretches his arms above his head, fingers curling around the headboard before turning his head down towards wanda. )
I'm not planning on getting out of this bed while I'm here.
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while matt's stretching back, wanda's curled forward to look over at her toes, the menial task of painting her nails in the horizon something that helps keep her focus.
she's not quite expecting the sudden veering of the topic of their conversation with his statement. )
Alright. ( she turns to look at him, putting a hand on the mattress to press her weight back. ) Not that I wanted you to get out of bed or anything.
( they've been comfortable here for the past however-long. wanda stretches her legs out and moves a hand to push at his face, just barely, with the tips of her fingers. )
You're allowed to be lazy and boring.
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wildcardish
Which is why he ends up turning to the Horizon.
His meandering shows him that the Summoned really are from different walks of life. Not that he hadn't gathered as much before thanks to various conversations with Summoned - but there's something to be said about seeing it. There's buildings he's familiar with, and then buildings that seem like something plucked right out of Thorne. And then there's...this somewhat average and antiqued looking apartment block.
He doesn't mean to accidentally break into the building. The sudden flood means that he has no choice but to scramble up the fire escape to avoid the rising waters. And it's not his fault that the window to the only loft that has a light on inside is the easiest ("easiest" meaning he shoves it open with only just enough force) to open.
The window slams shut behind him just as he steps inside, drenched and dripping looking like a Klatooine paddy frog. The window slamming shut is enough to distract him from the presence of a person entering the room and he whirls around surprised. ]
...Hi.
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wanda's waging her own means of escape from boredom in the physical plane by taking stock of the situation in the horizon. one thing led to another—picking up some things, rearranging her mental (or imaginary?) library—and soon enough she's found herself sat down comfortably by the fireplace, reading a book, and her only company being her dog, mary, who has her head over wanda's lap. an ideal, relaxing moment, were it not for the sopping wet man that just entered the apartment with neither invitation nor manners. )
Hi.
( his rather casual greeting catches her off-guard, but wanda reacts quickly, setting her bare feet down on the carpeted floor and setting her book on the couch where she sat.
she doesn't approach yet, but she has half a mind to. )
Who are you?
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Which is why she doesn't hesitate to spend time with Wanda in the Horizon. It's a small consolation prize but one that she doesn't take for granted. Even if the weather is absolutely abysmal outside.
They're dressed in comfy clothing catching up when Wanda brings up her new hobby. She peers curiously over the top of the couch at the colourful little jar cradled in Wanda's arms. ]
Obviously! Don't keep me waiting.
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( and not rush into adventures of an unknown variety, even if wanda knows that this much will cheer hilda up and bring some ounce of excitement into their current gilded-cage situation of finding familiarity in friendly faces through the horizon.
wanda sits back down on the couch, beside hilda, with the jar in her hands and presenting it. the colors of the different aspects of the terrarium are saturated and a little wild—pinks and yellows and electric blues. the glittering swathe of her magic dances around, too, as the scene swirls and changes. )
Just a few ground rules before we go. You have to tell me when it's too much, or if you want to come back. I also get to choose when we should come back, if anything... were to go a little sideways.
( not that she thinks things will, but one can never be too careful, with magical worlds forged of whimsical magic. )
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[ Kahlil has not visited Wanda's domain as often as he did before it became a loft in a city. It might be because she shares this space with her man now, and Kahlil might hold on to some unconscious biases from his own world. Or perhaps he just doesn't like intruding.
Either way, he's brought Rousma with him today. She wears her dog skin and immediately begins sniffing around the edges of the room, inspecting what may or may not have changed since she last visited. He can't come to Horizon very often, but he tries not to leave her alone lately when he does. ]
back from trip! happy to continue if you are <3
for now, it looks like rousma has found a friend in the actual dog in her horizon, mary, who wags her tail and sniffs after the other 'dog' in the vicinity. )
Pick one.
( she motions to the jars. )
Then we'll set off on an adventure.
yes! the terrarium pic link is broken so WINGING IT
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[ He's about to add something along the lines of like you really need to ask but - the quick combination grin and smirk Claude flashes her way probably fills in that blank clearly enough. One benefit of being friends: Wanda's (more than) well acquainted with his never ending curiosity about anything and everything.
The terrariums had caught his attention almost immediately, even more so the longer he's spent here to where his gaze might've wandered to them once. Or twice. Or more often than that, and not just in the idle way Claude tends to be interested in any bookshelves when it means a chance to browse their contents, but he also isn't one to pry into something not offered to him first. Not with Wanda, at least.
He looks back to the one her hand is resting on, leans in a bit to study it closer like it'll reveal more, and then looks back to her with an eyebrow raise paired with a smile. ]
Anything in particular I should be expecting from what's in there?
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of course!! <3
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As in, it was raining sideways.
After trying to find his own apartment and some shelter, he'd instead ended up in an entirely different part of the city. It didn't make sense, to turn a corner in Brooklyn and end up in Hell's Kitchen, and yet that's exactly what happens.
With that in mind, he assumes that this must be Matt's domain, but either way he's drawn to the one apartment building on the block that appears to have the lights on, everything else blanketed in the gloom of the storm.
By the time that he gets up to the apartment in question, he's soaked to the bone. It's only once he's dried off as best he can with a towel Wanda provides that he actually takes a look around the place; it's markedly different from the last time he'd been in Wanda's space.
Or is it Matt's space? Or both? He sees touches of both of them here, but these terrariums are definitely Wanda's. When she notices him looking, Steve glances back over, the towel she lent him currently draped around his shoulders. ]
If you don't mind.
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happy to continue if you are <3
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He had hoped that of anywhere in the Horizon, she might've been trying to push for stability and would have put her Most Likely to Succeed.
He's not surprised to find that she hadn't tried though.
Still, he's here, and it's rude to just leave.
She likely could already track his arrival long before he, laughably predictable, shows up through the window, but he's preceded regardless by the radio tuning static of his Horizon 'gift', a sign already that he's a little off balanced despite his outward appearance.
He can usually squash down that 'feature.'
His thoughts are closer to this more than his usual white noise, though occasionally some might squeak out, much like music on when on the radio.]
You collect the most fascinating objects.
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yeah!!
also wildcardish.
for now, though, his horizon is dark and wind-buffeted. he knows the house will survive (it has survived many a hurricane season before now) but that doesn't mean he has to like it. doesn't mean he wants to spend his time amongst it. so he ventures out instead - it has been some time since he's last visited wanda's domain, and she is the person he seeks out now, anyway. he wanders down the familiar green tunnel, but is pleasantly surprised to find where it leads - a loft, in new year if the view through the windows is anything to go by. sam doesn't recognize it, but that doesn't bother him all that much, especially when a very happy puppy comes bounding up to him. sam squats, because obviously he has an affection tax to pay. ]
Knock knock! [ he calls out, even as his hands are already on mary, his smile growing. ] Who's a pretty girl... your momma home?
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happy to continue if you are <3
yes i am!!!
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He doesn't mean to get so caught up looking at all of the things that populate their shared reality, but there's something so homey about it that he can't quite help himself. It looks so comfortably lived in. Thoughtfully decked out with the kinds of objects that he's always equated with a real home. So he takes the time once again to run his fingers over the spines of the books, until he gets to a place on the shelf that doesn't hold unfamiliar tomes at all, but rather little glass worlds, self-contained and lush with color and energy.
Wanda's words in his mind startle him, and he whirls around like he's been caught.
A protest against an accusation that wasn't made. It takes several seconds for Wrench to lose the tension in his shoulders.
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The landscape has evolved from cloistered woods to a twinkling city, but Wilhelm knows he's in the right place because of the raven that swoops down from the rooftop to greet him. And...to peck at his jacket sleeve, as if in admonishment.]
I know, I know. I should've come to see you sooner, Ferrari.
[Inside, he opens the cupboard to select a mug, and discovers a familiar teacup holding a plump dark berry. He'd forgotten about the stupid thing for over a year, but now it's apparently decided it should be remembered. Pushing it aside, he picks a green mug. Wanda fills it with hot water to dunk the teabag in. As it steeps, she invites him to check out the shelf packed with terrariums. They remind him a little bit of snow globes, miniature worlds tucked behind glass.]
New hobby?
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<3
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[When Dustin gives into his analytical side there's very little that can be done to stop the staring as he tries to break things down. From the books to the terrariums, and the overall atmosphere her horizon felt like a getaway from the norm of Solvunn.
It's a place he could see himself spending a lot of time in, not just for the opportunity to read and learn but also because being in Wanda's company feels effortless. As a teenage boy, it also helps that she's a bombshell. Something he'll keep close to his chest.]
A BOMBSHELL IM CRYING dusting plz this is ur mother
maybe but if she's his mother she's a milf asdlkhosg
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yes, happy to!
i want a polly pocket thread!!
But that's neither here nor there. The terrariums draw his eye, his innate curiosity -- and while he's the sort to place spiders within his own vivarium, this is... different.
Dreams, nightmares. Memories swirling within, pulsating with colorful life. An amazing thing that can only be possible in someone's domain; or perhaps in the hands of someone with powers and creative-thinking like Wanda.]
Hm?
[He straightens when she approaches, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back.]
We can go inside of them?
[Yes, he's... curious.]
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stephen also wants a polly pocket thread ;kafsd
[But, as is the Stephen Strange way, a little cautious, too. Not that he expects danger amid these colorful terrariums, whirling with experiences, but... Well, you know. It's his job to be careful, and old habits die hard.
Except when he is yolo'ing his magic.]Do I get a hint first before we dive in?
[Because he suspects that's what will happen; how else does one experience memory and emotion? By letting it envelop you.]
it's the kind of fun they deserve
do they deserve any kind of fun