notmutantbutmiracle: (guilty feeling)
Wanda Maximoff ([personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-10-02 12:45 pm

"My mind's like a deadly disease..."

Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now


Broadcast - Text

[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.]
mucked: (☂i searched for form and land)

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[personal profile] mucked 2016-10-27 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
And so the something that has already passed -- well, it hasn't really passed at all. It lingers in the present.

[ she produces a handkerchief from her pocket. she offers it, folded between two fingers. ] Who have you told?
mucked: (☂ any place is better)

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[personal profile] mucked 2016-10-31 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
First, you stop even considering pretending it never happened -- my dear, you lost your live in the service of...[ they have no official word for what this? this community. this spectacle. ] You sacrificed. You needn't trumpet it from the mountaintops, but it isn't your duty to hide it.

Hide it, and you'll never move forward.