( OPEN ) ; and now you're scared of what'll happen if you lose yourself

[divaricate]

Who: Wanda Maximoff + anyone!
Where: The roof
When: March 19th
Rating: This is pretty chill to start, honestly. (If anything actually manages to step into the 'beyond PG-13' territory, I will update as such.)
Summary: Wanda is hanging out, writing down some thoughts, and isn't opposed to company.
The Story:

Anyone who wanders up to the roof will find a quite comfortable looking Wanda. She's brought a blanket up here with her, a large mug of hot tea, a journal and pen, with her. The blanket is large enough to both be wrapped around her shoulders and also allow her to sit on top of part of it; her knees are drawn up closer to her so that she can rest the journal on her knees as she writes in it.

She'd gotten into the habit of keeping a journal back home, and she found it helped her here as well. It puts all of her own thoughts and feelings out in one place that's just hers, from a mind that can pick up those things from the minds of others and makes her head a very busy place.

She'll stop to take a sip of her tea, or maybe just to look off into the distance for a moment while she thinks before beginning to write again. If she senses someone else up here, she'll turn her head to look over at them and probably offer them a small smile and a quick greeting. Or if someone comes up here and addresses her first before she can address them, she'll respond.

Comments

[mulletrock]

"When things aren't ape-shit, sure. There's only so many ways to kill time." Since sex was an issue because Dean couldn't exactly bail out on anyone here he was forced to actually communicate at the bar and over the network which wasn't his style to begin with.

[divaricate]

"Fair enough." Said with a small laugh. "Though I've seen some pretty creative people here when it comes to killing time."

[mulletrock]

"I'm starting to think normal doesn't even register when it comes to the selection process." No one he's met so far made him think twice about there being a standard for whoever's responsible for the kidnapping. You had to have a decent threshold to survive this place. "How long have you been here?" Not here as in on the roof, but here in general.

[divaricate]

"Since late November. So, a few months, but I know of some who have been here much longer. I might still have 'newbie' status in comparison. You?"

[mulletrock]

"I don't think status matters when you're here one day and gone the next." Nothing could be counted on, and experience could get washed. So, living life a day at a time here still kept you in the know and that's all that mattered. There's no point in putting a label on it. "A couple months. Long enough to be tired of it."

Maybe there's some truth to the whole roof time deal Nathan preached about. The breeze is soothing and it's quiet enough that he doesn't feel confined anymore like he does just about anywhere else.

[divaricate]

"Maybe not, but those who have been here longer are more knowledgeable about.. the way this place works, I guess. Which maybe counts for something when showing others the ropes and being examples of What Not To Do or What To Do." Or maybe she was over thinking it. (She's probably over thinking it.) "On that note, I'm Wanda." She might as well introduce herself anyway.

[mulletrock]

"Yeah, I got that much, but I still don't think anybody really knows." There wasn't any way to tell what was real, and without patterns to follow or lore to look up he was at a loss. If Evelyn couldn't figure it out, he was positive nobody else could either. Usually, the things responsible played their hands- not this time. "I'm Dean."