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driftfleet2016-10-02 12:45 pm
notmutantbutmiracle) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-02 12:45 pm
"My mind's like a deadly disease..."
Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now
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[Wanda's presence, both in the Fleet's comms and aboard its vessels, has dwindled, slowly but surely, over the course of the past month. There was period of time, around the beginning of the month, when she couldn't be found or reached at all--save for by Misty, Vision and Pietro. More perceptive fleet members might recall that her disappearance occurred around the time that rumors of a dragon and its rider terrorizing Solrius were circulating about. However, she did pop back up a little while later, seemingly as though nothing was wrong. However, those that know her well may have picked up the subtle tells that there was something she was not saying. Something that she was trying to bury. And so, she became more and more scarce around the Fleet. At least, until now...]
What do you think happens after death?
[The message is short and simple. Anyone familiar with the festivities of the month of October, perhaps this is simply her way of trying to get into the spirit of things?]
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[Friends and shipmates of Wanda's, if they want to go looking for her, will find her either holed up in her bunkroom aboard the Starstruck, or in a corner of the ship's kitchen or shuttle bay at times she thinks no one would typically wander in. By the look on her face, it is clear something is troubling her.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now
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[Wanda's presence, both in the Fleet's comms and aboard its vessels, has dwindled, slowly but surely, over the course of the past month. There was period of time, around the beginning of the month, when she couldn't be found or reached at all--save for by Misty, Vision and Pietro. More perceptive fleet members might recall that her disappearance occurred around the time that rumors of a dragon and its rider terrorizing Solrius were circulating about. However, she did pop back up a little while later, seemingly as though nothing was wrong. However, those that know her well may have picked up the subtle tells that there was something she was not saying. Something that she was trying to bury. And so, she became more and more scarce around the Fleet. At least, until now...]
What do you think happens after death?
[The message is short and simple. Anyone familiar with the festivities of the month of October, perhaps this is simply her way of trying to get into the spirit of things?]
Starstruck - Action
[Friends and shipmates of Wanda's, if they want to go looking for her, will find her either holed up in her bunkroom aboard the Starstruck, or in a corner of the ship's kitchen or shuttle bay at times she thinks no one would typically wander in. By the look on her face, it is clear something is troubling her.]
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What brings on that question?
[Natasha doesn't volunteer an answer; she doubts it's one anyone will enjoy.]
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dunno what i think personally. i guess i should think about it more
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Is that truly better than paradise?
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What brought this on?
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[It seems more a statement than a question... odd?]
[There's a long pause before she sends a follow-up message responding to Jennifer's question. There's a certain sense that whatever her response is, it only came after she spent time writing something out, deleting it all, then writing again, before deleting it all again, and then just resigning to the use of a throwaway answer.]
Just curious.
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You doing okay?
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[There's a long pause before she finally types out a response to Nami's question. She can't bring herself to lie.]
No. I don't think so.
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I've been there. It's unpleasant.
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What did it look like?
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In this case, succumbing to a mortal wound. Bleeding out, breath stopping, no heartbeat.
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Sorry that was a lot to type out, I realize. My point is - it's different for everyone.
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[ It's a subject he is well versed in, considering his past, and now that he is several years removed from it, it is easier to talk about the subject, though he is, as usual, not forthcoming on, precisely, how he knows this. ]
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[She switches off her public feed on the communicator, and instead switches on a private line directly to Kirk.]
What else?
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Good to see you, Wanda.
[ it's nothing but honest. it has been a while. ]
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[The way she looks... she doesn't seem well. She looks like she hasn't slept well for a few days, and she carries an exhaustion on her shoulders that only comes from when you have that lingering splinter of a thought in your mind that just won't leave you alone.]
Hey.
[It's all she says in response. Still not turning to look at him, instead carrying on her thousand mile stare at the ground at the ground a few feet in front of her.]
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He hasn't seen Wanda in ten years, not since he'd spoken with her and Pietro about other worldly connections. And now it's clearer than ever for him that whatever they might be in other worlds, it isn't the same in his own. Even so.]
Is everything all right?
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No.
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Common convention says the afterlife, though.
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until today.
ritual asserts itself. like so many times before now, she prepares a little tray for two. mugs, steaming with hot tea. makeshift biscuits. milk and sugar. peggy balances them on her arm when she knocks on wanda's door. ]
I'm coming in. [ she announces. ] Whether you answer or not.
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[Your move, Peggy.]
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And?
[She hopes Bucky interprets her one-word response as the invitation to share his thoughts as she means it to be.]
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But as he ends up taking up space near her, he figures he... could try to respond.
His back is to her as he makes himself a drink, but his voice is low and subdued.]
Like to think Heaven exists for good people.
Dunno, though.
[He has ghosts, but... he's well-aware they're all in his head.
... Probably.]
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What about for bad people?
[Though if he answered with "heaven" first, she can guess what his likely second answer will be.]
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Heaven, Hell, Purgatory.
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What do you imagine purgatory is like?
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Something happened. And I cannot seem to make sense of it.
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Vivid hallucinations as your brain begins to die from lack of oxygen, accompanied by the worst headache you will never have. The pain fades before the sensations do. Loved ones are common to see or hear calling for you; normally dead ones but you might see the living as well. Your sight will begin fading into white.
And then, apparently, you wake up a captive on an alien ship.
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It happened in a flash for me. I was one place, fighting, and then I remember the sudden cold, sensation of my death. The impalement through my chest. Then darkness that wasn't quite anything. I remember a warmth of some kind, distant and beckoning to me.
Then all of a sudden, it was like I was being forced to experience the agony of all the pain that I'd been spared at the time of death. I woke up to that feeling. I was alive again.
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[text; private] (cw: mild suicidal idealism; SUCH A LOVELY FIRST CONVERSATION)
[text; private] (cw: mild suicidal idealism; I'm just waiting for her to hear his first name. :3)