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

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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.

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"I don't actually know most of them." She admits with a look back up. "I was taught how to find some some when I was younger by my parents, but mostly just the easy ones. How many do you know?"

[startingpoint]

"Not many. Just the ones I think everyone knows: the Big Dipper, Little Dipper. Orion," he speaks softly, giving a little nod to the night sky. "My sister and I used to come up with stories for the stars when we camped."