[it's dark—unbearably so—when she awakens in this place. instinct allows her to create light from the magic that spills from her hands, though it is not enough to illuminate the entirety of her vicinity. as it were, the world around her seems to be a straight line forward and back. wanda follows the path, because what else ought she do?
one straight path turns into a left turn, then a right turn, and then she's caught in an intersections. the path she follows does not widen nor grow narrower, so it gives her pause.
is she making any progress at all?
in the end, wanda decides to push herself off the ground and towards the top, to get an idea of what exactly she is dealing with. unfortunately, that hardly offers any substantial help to her predicament, and instead she finds herself getting turned upside down and crashing, back to the ground, where the world is encroached in darkness, and toppling right on top of—
someone else? wanda pulls herself up to sit—or, rather, gets pushed upright by a... a cloak?
oh.
it's pitch black again, but wanda asks regardless, her hands fumbling on the ground for a moment.]
—ENSNARED [ stephen strange ]
one straight path turns into a left turn, then a right turn, and then she's caught in an intersections. the path she follows does not widen nor grow narrower, so it gives her pause.
is she making any progress at all?
in the end, wanda decides to push herself off the ground and towards the top, to get an idea of what exactly she is dealing with. unfortunately, that hardly offers any substantial help to her predicament, and instead she finds herself getting turned upside down and crashing, back to the ground, where the world is encroached in darkness, and toppling right on top of—
someone else? wanda pulls herself up to sit—or, rather, gets pushed upright by a... a cloak?
oh.
it's pitch black again, but wanda asks regardless, her hands fumbling on the ground for a moment.]
Stephen?