Thread - Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven? Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, and Open Where: Wasteland, just outside the city. What: Joining the party :D When: Day 9, late morning. Rating: PG13
Blinking into the glaring bright light, the woman in the pod recoiled slightly from the overstimulation as she gained consciousness. Her arms, hands, and legs shook slightly, like she had grossly overslept and all of her nerves and muscles were waking themselves up from a deep sleep, one by one. The pod door opened with a pneumatic hiss, a wave of dry heat rolling in from outside, mixing with the recycled pod air and raising the overall temperature by over a dozen degrees. She frowned, pressed her lips together and swallowed, squinting into the unfamiliar landscape.
Everything felt foreign and wrong. This place, this pod, her own skin, she had never seen any of it before in her life. She scanned her sluggish brain for any frames of reference and came up empty. Why? Slowly, she ran the palms of her hands and pads of her fingers across every touchable surface, as if trying to glean some sort of memory from within the cracks. Still nothing. Her mind began to speed up, her heart rate increased, question after question blooming in her head milliseconds apart. What is this? What is that? Where am I? Why am I here? Why don’t I remember? What happened? What do I do now? She had too many questions and no answers, her world was spinning and hazy. Or maybe it was the heat.
“O-okay? ...Okay.” Her native Romani dialect rolled off her tongue, first shakily, then resolutely. Good. She could speak. All of her faculties seemed to be in working order, at least at a level she was comfortable with. ”One thing at a time.” She told herself, taking comfort in the sound of her own voice. It slowed the spinning in her head and forced her to focus. First question, where was she? She was seated in a small vessel, and she fumbled with the harness until she managed to unlatch it, and climb shakily to her feet. Good. It was a start. Once she felt sure footed, she climbed out of the vessel and into the sunlight, shielding her eyes with her hand. Was it always this bright? The terrain seemed...dirty. No, more than that. It looked...old. Old and dirty. Why? Who lived here? Where was this place? What was it called?
No. One thing at a time. The woman looked down at herself and frowned, shaking the jacket off her shoulders as her body temperature rose with the environment. a slight sheen of sweat gleaming on her brow. She checked the jacket for any emblems or names, tossing it back into the pod seat when she found nothing, moving on to check her pockets and patting down her person for anything at all. A knot of anxiety grew in her chest as the question she’d been avoiding in all the cacophony could no longer be ignored. Who am I? She looked down at her hands, palms up, palms down, palms up again, as if she might find an answer written across her skin. She touched her hair, long auburn tresses that glinted red in the glaring sunlight. Not red, scarlet. Scarlet...Witch. The name came to her like a flash of lightning. But that wasn’t all, she had another name, one that was less...dramatic. Wanda. Her name was Wanda Maximoff, that was it. But that was all, nothing else came to her, everything was blank. Everything was wrong and she couldn’t remember..
”Why?” She breathed, looking stricken, amber eyes glancing back to the pod. Had she hit her head? It must have come from the sky. She glanced up, seeing nothing but bright burning blue. No clouds, just sun. She searched the content of the pod, finding a pack of food, water, a blanket, and an electronic device of some kind. She slung the pack over her back, straightening up and looking around. Another question. What now?
((*OOC Note: There is no online translator for Romani, so anything she says in Romani will be in italics, and I'll generally make a narrative comment as well.))