Who: Willow Rosenberg and Hank Pym What: A meeting of magic and science Where: Just outside the dinner hall When: Sunday Evening
Willow was anxious to have a new friend in this strange place; of course it was nice to have her old friends here with her, but it was always nice to have new friends, especially in a situation like this. So, she had rushed preparing for dinner; she had grabbed the few magical items that had been on her person when she arrived and rushed out of her compartment.
She wasn't paying much attention to her food as she ate, because she was too keyed up for what she knew was about to come. Eventually she gave up on eating and headed on over to their meeting place. She found herself a place to sit and she plopped down on the ground. She sat Indian Style and attempted to meditate. She was calling out to whatever magical forces may be listening in the area.
Her hair began to turn white once again and there was a bright orange aura floating around her body. She sensed something in the air, but she couldn't figure out just what it was. The jungle around her went quiet as if the creatures knew what she was doing. Eventually she reached whatever wall it was that was blocking her and she couldn't take anymore. The power dropped and she crashed into the ground gasping for breath.