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Woods
[Kitty isn't interested in hunting or bothering anything that doesn't bother her first. But she is looking out on a whole lot of wilderness that feel very refreshing after spending so long cooped up on the Marsiva and in spaceships in general. So, you might find her deep in the woods just walking or sitting beside a body of water looking thoughtful or walking over it as if it was as solid as rock. (Don't try that on your own.) She's also partial to mountain climbing and regular old tree climbing. She might ruffle some leaves to let you know something is there.]

Cave Scare
[So there you are exploring this creepy natural cave. You keep hearing sounds and you've heard the tales of what are out there, but it's probably not a big deal, right? And then the next thing you know a girl pops out of the wall in front of you—yes, straight through the wall with a flashlight under her chin.] BOO!

Questionable Museum
[Everyone was talking about the lodge and the connected museum and she is into that kind of thing, so she had to check it out. The questionable taxidermy is...extra questionable. She is making a face at a small mammal thing that is making a face at her.] Careful, your face will freeze like that.]

Shopping
[Kitty is looking for things in general that would be good for her ship, but also some more personal items for a certain Vash-shaped person who may or may not be Vash. She's asking around for various artisans and makers to do some custom work. But also looking over anything useful or odd.]

Iskaulit
[Or she could just be serving you a drink at Malum or training in the gym or getting a book in the library.]

Wildcard!
[Anything anywhere on the planet or the Iskaulit or Twin Roses or maybe it's even a network thing. Live large!]

Edited 2019-03-13 20:22 (UTC)

( a. creepy crawly cryptid locations; creating a new ghost story )

[Lup's immediate thought, upon hearing about this place, is that oooh, this is a planet she can have fun with. And what better way to do it than to give that twitchy lich soul of hers another chance to let loose? It's... therapy. Very responsible and uplifting therapy. She needs a good laugh either way, and a chance to use some of that stagnating arcane energy. Thus, Lup ventures out into the wild to become a new cryptid!

While hunting for monsters in the woods, folks might find themselves suddenly crossing paths with a red-robed, skeletal creature: soaring through the fog and releasing a haunting howl into the air, or grinning from the shadows at clueless passersby with glowing red eyes, or sending a series of floating balls of glowing white firelight to spin around them or guide them down strange new paths. Those who meet her might suddenly find themselves hallucinating strange places, or surrounded by wild animals, or lost in an illusory labyrinth...

...and you might suddenly find her leaning over your shoulder, a communicator held in one skeletal hand, a spooky, ghostly voice in your ear,]

Say cheese, my dude.

[Who doesn't want to take a selfie with an undead monster, eh!? She needs a few more pics for her scream collection.]

( b. the lodge; telling quasi-tall tales )

[Once the seeds are planted, she's hitting the hunter haunts to spread those rumours. Lup can be found at the lodge loudly proclaiming her "discovery" of a new monster in the woods, or encouraging stories from those she knows she encountered, trying to get the tale to spread to everyone she meets, sending hunters on what may or may not be wild goose chases- or giving herself some fodder to play with when she goes back out again.

If she ends up convincing Kravitz to join her in his reaper form at some point during those haunting excursions, the tale she spreads promptly evolves into two flying, robed skeletons. Double the fun, double the trouble!]

I'm thinking, the Undying Fire and Shadow? Or- ooh, the Deadly Chessmasters! Red Queen and Black King, am I right?

[The names probably could use some work, but she's here to have fun, so as long as the rumours spread, it's all good.]

( c. underground / aqueducts; good ol' fashioned dungeon crawl )

[What's the point in reaching a new place if you're not going to explore it? So when she isn't trying to establish her own monster legacy, Lup is trying to rope people into exploring some of the weird underground areas, hoping to come across something interesting. It's... sort of like a dungeon, right?

Either way, someone come with her to make sure she doesn't die or whatever.]

( d. wildcard )

[HIT MEEEEE]

[She sent him a message to pack his bags and meet her in the shuttle bay later for a surprise get away. He didn't say no, so she's leaning against the craft with her bags already loaded, waiting for him. She has plans. They can be flexible plans. She doesn't want to force anything, but he has done special things for her and it's really long past time she return the favor. Besides, the idea of spending a few days away is really nice and it wouldn't have the same appeal alone. Without Vash.]

A Local Saloon
[The Vision has caught a little bit of the fever from the locals, or perhaps he's just sating his own curiosity about these things. Are they real? Are they some kind of psychic phenomenon, like the mists from one of the previous planets? Are they an elaborate hoax and if so who's in charge? Why are some of them so similar to Earth traditions?

Answer any of these questions, even with your own research, and he'll buy you a drink. The life of a folklorist isn't so bad.]

Shopping
[Because restocking the ship is always a priority. He's looking for the usual culprits - fresh food, nonperishable food, potted plants that can grow on a ship, fun and interesting souvenirs to remember this place by, and (a new one for him) creature comforts, now that he's sharing a room with someone instead of just using his room to store his things. But is that antler bottle opener really from a horned hopper? Or is someone trying to overcharge him? Also, do they even need a bottle opener on a spaceship?]

In the Field
[No research is complete without a little fieldwork. Whether it's flying above the open areas or trekking through the woods in absolute silence, the Vision is on the trail of one or more of the elusive cryptids. And is that him speaking into his communicator, narrating what he's doing? What's he up to? Will he interrupt your own hunt for a cryptid?]

Wildcard

[Hit me!]

[Kitty is sitting on a rock out in the woods just listening to the wind blowing through the trees and enjoying how much she's not cooped up in a spaceship at the moment when the sound of wind is increasingly joined by a familiar voice. He has to get a little closer before she figures out what he's talking about and then she smiles before calling out.]

If you're narrating a nature documentary you need an accent.

[He places the video on pause and waves over at Kitty, making his way through the undergrowth easily with his powers so he can get a bit closer.]

I'm told I already have an accent, though of course it depends on who's doing the asking. Did you know, there's a creature supposedly from these parts called a Nightcrawler? I've been researching it to be sure it's not someone mistaking our shipmate for a mythical creature.

[Wanda can tell you exactly how many days she's been without Pietro (328 if you're keeping track at home) and how many days since Vision first kissed her (187, because she desperately needed something happier to count). Time is fluid here, and she's never really sure where they would be in Earth's calendar. Halloween hadn't been when she was expecting, but Libuscha's new year hadn't seemed that terribly off from 'Fleet time,' all things considered.

There's really nothing else she feels like tracking - how could she ever even think of celebrating a birthday again? It's a small mercy that there's only one date looming over her instead of every missed holiday.

Today begins like any other: she wakes curled up on Vision's chest with the sound of his heartbeat in her ear, surrounded by feelings of warmth and love. And like any other day, she's in no hurry to move. Really, it's a small miracle that Wanda ever does get out of bed. Today she drifts for a while in the space between waking and dreaming before finally shifting to press several soft kisses to Vision's chest.

Day 328. Day 187. And it feels like her heart couldn't possibly hold any more love.]

Morning, Vizh.

[She waves back, smirking at him.] More pronounced then.

And I did not know that, but are you sure it's not just a rumor Kurt decided to start for himself once we got here? Also, good idea. I think I might get a Shadowcat following started up. Did I ever tell you my codename was Shadowcat? Is, I guess. [It feels a little weird that she just past tensed it, but she also hasn't really used it since her early days in Marina. Maybe a comment here and there.]

I can't be sure it's not just that rumor, as I would hardly put it past him. That, you see, is why I've started this investigation. Though I don't believe if he did that he'd choose the particular form this creature has. Rather than a blue devil, these are, well. They're pants with no one inside them. Very hard to track.

[Yes, he's being serious.]

If you have, it's been quite some time. What sort of creature do you think a Shadowcat of this world would be, hmm?

Well, I was thinking a cat you only ever saw the shadow of, but now I just feel uncreative since a nightcrawler is empty pants. I would have at least thought giant worm if not something more Kurt-like.

So, are you thinking invisible man who doesn't like shoes or shirts?

[The Vision, on the other hand, does keep track of the calendar date. It's never more than approximate, but they'd luckily got a refresher recently when the new year rolled over. By that count, today is a very special day indeed for the precious woman currently laying across him.

Not really asleep, he nonetheless comes around to full consciousness at her greeting and runs a hand down her back.]

Good morning, Wanda. Are you ready to greet the day?

Well, one must remain decent, even if one is invisible.

[Coming from a guy who is naked almost all the time and just shifts his skin to resemble clothes...yeah that's a joke.]

I was rather hoping for sentient creature that only superficially resembles clothing. Perhaps camouflage after evolving in the wild trouser factories?

I'm ready to greet you, [she says with a breathy laugh, shifting so that she's draped over him.] I think the day can wait for us a little longer.

[Can he really blame her? His skin feels so good against hers and Wanda is, for the first time since seeing Kitty's memories of that thing, utterly at peace. There's no horrible sense of impending doom or overwhelming fear to distract her and her body has returned to its normal temperature range.]

[He smiles, eyes only for her, and wraps both arms around her in a warm embrace. She does seem relaxed and happy, and it's a welcome change from...well, from everything. It's still only been a short time since Calibrations, and the effects from that still aren't entirely gone.

He smiles fondly down at her. Not that all the effects of that had been bad.]

Ah, but there's something special for you today.

Mmm?

[Curious, Wanda raises her head. She knows she hasn't missed anything important - it's not their anniversary, it's not a holiday...maybe Vision got her something to cheer her up for being sick?

As if he hadn't done a good enough job of that already just by caring for her.]

You didn't have to get me anything, love.

I wanted to.

[No, it's not a holiday. He'd been asleep for Christmas and New Years, and they'd been aboard the Marsiva for Valentine's Day. Not a place suited to romantic gestures.

Still, he knows this day might be bittersweet for her without her brother, so he should bring that up now, before he gives her the present.]

Today is March 10th.

I can't tell how much of this is jokes and how much is serious, but I like it. Gotta watch out for those wild trouser factories.

So, you're really making an effort to seek this Nightcrawler out then?

[Wanda's reaction is immediate, like she'd just been slapped. Her eyes widen and her whole body tenses, and even though she knows that Vision of all people would have kept the time accurately, that tiny shake of her head is completely unconscious.

She can't be mad at him - most humans do like to celebrate their birthdays, and forgetting your partner's birthday is generally a serious misstep - but she would really have preferred that hers be skimmed over. For Wanda, this is all bitter and no sweet.]

I don't...Vision...

[And there it is: her eyes are starting to water.]

[Luckily, he'd been expecting this to some extent. Perhaps not this strongly, but the possibility had been there.

He sits up in bed and gathers her to him, murmuring into her ears and projecting love as strongly as he can.]

I am here, Wanda. I know this cannot be easy for you. But I am here.

[He smirks.]

Given the general lack of any long-standing settlement here outside the major city, it's unlikely to have the industry centers needed to allow for evolution of apparel-mimicking wildlife. Nevertheless, it is an interesting scenario, is it not?

As much as I may. It is something to take my mind off the rest, and an excuse to spend time in the wilderness.

[Just shaking her head in amusement at him.]

Good point. I dismissed all the tales and just ended up sitting on a rock in the wilderness. I guess having a reason to be out here wouldn't be a bad thing. It does just feel good to be out on the ground with nature though. There's nothing like the world getting ruined to make a city girl appreciate the woods. Or being trapped in floating tin cans in space to entice me further. But something to take my mind of things wouldn't hurt.

How are you holding up after our over a month of nightly mental invasions?

[It's her first birthday without Pietro, and after he'd come up so often in calibrations, he's been on her mind more than usual. Wanda thinks of him every day, of course, but for the most part she'd settled into her new normal.

But there are still times, like now, when she needs to cry. She buries her face in Vision's chest and clings to him both physically and psychically. Vision, at least, is still here with her: not only did he save her life and help her learn to live again, he helped her want to live again.

Eventually her tears subside and Wanda shifts to look up at Vision and cup his cheek. Words are still beyond her, so instead she guides him down for a deep kiss.]

[He sighs and clips his communicator back to his uniform, finding a tree to lean against in a subconscious imitation of Tony Stark.]

I didn't appreciate reliving my worst memory every night. And I did, with nearly every visitor. And then I found myself in the mindscapes of persons I barely know, or didn't know at all--and one of someone who vanished right after.

[He huffs, irritated.]

In the normal flow of things, a calibration is intended to realign and center your processes, not throw them more off balance.

[A little surprised by the kiss, he nonetheless responds in kind and holds her tightly. She'll always be sad on this day, he thinks, no matter how much time passes. but there can be joy as well--he knows this from his own timeline, and he wants to show it to her here, too. But maybe not too much, too quickly.

He strokes her hair, knowing that's a surefire path to calming her down.]

Ah, love. I am sorry to spring it on you like that, but better to know in private first.

[And he follows it up with an apology kiss, and then one more.]

[As always, his hands in her hair send pleasant, calming tingles down her spine, and she will never stop wanting his kisses. But--]

'In private?' Vizh, how many people know?

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