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

[notmutantbutmiracle]

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.]

Comments

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda smiles a little half-smile at Jennifer's expression of "distaste." But it's merely a flicker that dissipates quickly. Still, Wanda does look markedly less sullen than she did when Jennifer first arrived.]

So sometimes pain is simply... necessary...

[She sighs, knowing that there is natural truth to those words. Yet, it still doesn't fully abate this lingering concern hanging over her.]

For someone to die and then be brought back... if it was done by those that loved them... does that make it all right for them to keep going like nothing has happened?

[forsometimenow]

Yeah. Sometimes you don't have anesthetic readily available, especially in field settings. Sometimes you just need to stop bleeding or set a broken bone before taking it in for proper treatment. That kind of pain is... I guess "necessary" is a proper term for it.

[Jennifer paused again at that question, looking pensive.]

Thing is, I'm not sure you CAN go on like nothing happened. Like, going back to what happened to Carson... we worked together just fine, he went off to travel to different planets and carried on as a doctor, but... we knew he wasn't the same person, in a sense. I can't imagine how it felt from HIS perspective. He took it well as far as I could see. So there is a sense of normalcy afterward, but it's... it's not the same "normal" you had before.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda is dead silent after Jennifer finishes speaking. Her expression serious yet grave. When she finally speaks, her voice sounds hollow.]

Do I seem "normal" to you?

[The question is delivered so blunt and so flat that it's heard to read how exactly Wanda meant for it to come off. It doesn't help that she seems to now be deliberately avoiding meeting Jennifer's gaze.]

[forsometimenow]

Yeah. I mean, maybe a little more pensive than usual, but it's also a difficult question you're wrestling with.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[That gets a weak smile from Wanda.]

Does that mean you still think of me as the same Wanda?

[forsometimenow]

Absolutely. I can't think of anything that would make me NOT think that.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda looks at her friend Jennifer. Tears in her eyes, and yet a look of immense gratitude on her face. She then throws her arms around Jennifer, wrapping her friend in a tight embrace. Wanda has not typically been the one in the past to initiate hugs like this, so it may catch Jennifer off guard. Or at least, the sudden amount of Wanda's wait being thrown on her might.]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer was surprised, and it took a few seconds before she recovered, even being rocked back a bit, but she held on tight to her friend, closing her own eyes as she felt them welling up.]