Wanda Maximoff (
notmutantbutmiracle) wrote in
driftfleet2016-07-13 07:34 pm
A bittersweet return; Video + Action
Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Right now
[At first, the scene appears to be a relatively familiar one. That is, the typical network broadcast of a new arrival to the fleet. A communicator's video feed broadcasting a slumbering figure curled up on a ship's cot. However, a second glance and one can easily tell that this not typical at all. Instead of the Marsiva's recognizably distinct interior, this feed seems to be coming from the bunkroom aboard one of the Fleet's smaller ships. In fact, crew members of the Starstruck may find the setting quite familiar looking indeed, along with anyone else that may have paid Wanda a visit in the past.]
[The sleeping figure stirs, waking from a deep slumber with a slow sit up and stretch. The communicator's camera focuses on the individual, as she quickly recognizes that something is amiss. Wanda Maximoff looks around, startled and confused to not find herself waking up in the room she'd been given in Wakanda. However, she soon begins to recognize the room. It's her room, her bunkroom aboard the SS Starstuck. And that could only mean...]
I'm back...
[The thought vocalized out loud, her tone sounding somewhat somber, yet also a tiny bit relieved. She swings her legs out of her cot, and pads her way over to her storage locker. Checking inside, she finds all of her trinkets, clothing, and other souvenirs that she'd picked up on previous planet visits. All of them in the exact place she had left them. A new outfit also noticeably present among the garments. Her fingers gently glide over each item, as the respective memories associated with each one float back to her.]
[A moment later, she closes the locker and turns her attention back to her room. She studies the interior, looking everything over.]
All exactly as I remember it.
[She then spies the communicator perched upon a shelf, optimally poised to capture her return. She walks over to it, picking it up and holding it out in front of herself. She looks ready to address the camera yet falters for a moment. A small frown on her face, and her eyebrows furrowed as she ponders what to even say, if she should even say anything at all. But only a moment later, her expression relaxes, and a small grin replaces the frown. Looking now more bemused and her tone more playfully sarcastic, she addresses the camera.]
It's been a while. What did I miss?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Right now
[At first, the scene appears to be a relatively familiar one. That is, the typical network broadcast of a new arrival to the fleet. A communicator's video feed broadcasting a slumbering figure curled up on a ship's cot. However, a second glance and one can easily tell that this not typical at all. Instead of the Marsiva's recognizably distinct interior, this feed seems to be coming from the bunkroom aboard one of the Fleet's smaller ships. In fact, crew members of the Starstruck may find the setting quite familiar looking indeed, along with anyone else that may have paid Wanda a visit in the past.]
[The sleeping figure stirs, waking from a deep slumber with a slow sit up and stretch. The communicator's camera focuses on the individual, as she quickly recognizes that something is amiss. Wanda Maximoff looks around, startled and confused to not find herself waking up in the room she'd been given in Wakanda. However, she soon begins to recognize the room. It's her room, her bunkroom aboard the SS Starstuck. And that could only mean...]
I'm back...
[The thought vocalized out loud, her tone sounding somewhat somber, yet also a tiny bit relieved. She swings her legs out of her cot, and pads her way over to her storage locker. Checking inside, she finds all of her trinkets, clothing, and other souvenirs that she'd picked up on previous planet visits. All of them in the exact place she had left them. A new outfit also noticeably present among the garments. Her fingers gently glide over each item, as the respective memories associated with each one float back to her.]
[A moment later, she closes the locker and turns her attention back to her room. She studies the interior, looking everything over.]
All exactly as I remember it.
[She then spies the communicator perched upon a shelf, optimally poised to capture her return. She walks over to it, picking it up and holding it out in front of herself. She looks ready to address the camera yet falters for a moment. A small frown on her face, and her eyebrows furrowed as she ponders what to even say, if she should even say anything at all. But only a moment later, her expression relaxes, and a small grin replaces the frown. Looking now more bemused and her tone more playfully sarcastic, she addresses the camera.]
It's been a while. What did I miss?

Wanda switches to Video
Clint?
Aye, Video
[He confirmed with a nod.]
Guess I never introduced myself before. That's on me.
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Your name is Clint Barton?
[Pardon the obvious question. She's just putting the pieces together.]
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You are Clint Barton from a different Earth. A different Avengers... a different Hawkeye than the one I know.
[She sounds disappointed, but she really doesn't mean to be. She just misses the Clint she knows from home.]
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You are right. That is not fair to you. I'm sorry.
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Aren't you the one I caught using the gardens' flowers for target practice?
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[Yeesh. It suddenly occurred to him how giving flowers had a particular sort of implication.]
Say sorry.
Then all this other shit happened to you.
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If the plant is to make up for the ones you clipped, I'd say you owe me several.
[It's a dig, but she means it to be teasing and not scolding. As an extra gesture that she means well, after a moment she adds:]
Thank you, Clint.
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[And who knew if he would?! But yeah no he's mostly teasing at this point--
--Which might be a touch on the dangerous side considering how quickly she reverts to anger.]
D'you want it?
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[If he can tease, then so can she!]
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[Nope, no plans higher than A, alphabetically speaking.]
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A singing telegram? Who would have been the singer?
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[Seriously she'd barely finished the question when he started up again.]
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You have their uniforms all picked out and everything?
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[Or, he'd give them enough rope to make fools of themselves with.]
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How charitable of you. And how exactly would you have convinced them to be your singing messagers?
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[No really, he did. Since coming to the fleet, and everything.]
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[She is both intrigued and surprised.]
Do tell.
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You just let me know if this is making any sense to you so far.
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