Quicklog X Mansion: Something's wrong with Wanda Who: Bucky B, Jean G, Wanda M and Billy K What: Checking out the 'door' Where: The X Mansion When: Currentish Warnings/Rating:Possibly violence, will update
[The X Mansion was supposed to be welcoming as a home, as schools weren't (generally) and as it had failed to do in the years before it became Charles'. Now it was for those that stayed there with the exception of one lone inhabitant that neither found it to be a home or for it not to be. Inside what should have been her room (and further define it as a house), it was the same greenhouse from her not-a-dream.
Once the floor would have been beautiful white marble, made for the heels of ladies and gentlemen as they toured the house, the fountain in the center would have been full of clear water, the tiles making the contents look faintly blue like the waters of the Caribbean. It would have been full of things that lived, beautiful succulent greens and flowers of every color of nature's rainbow would have taken their turns blooming.
Everything was dead now. The floor cracked, the windows above shattered and missing in places, and every living thing was in a state of decay. Bright verdant was now lifeless Stygian; the fountain was long since dry, the tiles cracked and frosted over by lime and calcium to look a sick gray. Not even she had any color, lying inside the white porcelain, four clawed tub, her disheveled hair like spiderwebs across the lip. One too pale finger wrote idle nonsense on the inner walls of it, her thin shift that covered her from shoulder to ankle was barely enough to keep her warm against the cool ceramic.
As for the door, the hinges were rusted and no one came in anyway. Someone, there was someone - no, no, there was no someone. No someone at all. Whatever existed beyond the door did not exist for her; outside was the dream and in here she was slowly fading. She sighed and idly rubbed at the non-existent cut across her lower belly.]