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who: Wanda Maximoff, Bryn Zethir and others.
what: Catch-All for Aeslin mice, event things, and more!
when: Starting today and onward
where: Various places
warnings: None expected!

[ooc: I requested a small colony of Aeslin mice for Wanda. They're tiny. They talk. They remember everything said and turn everything into a holiday or religious rite to be observed, or something to be worshiped, etc. Canon quotes involving the mice can be found here for those who don't mind having Seanan McGuire's InCryptid books spoiled.

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Oh, that's gonna be a fun one.

[They'll lose their shit, he's expecting, because string cheese is pretty great from a people perspective, nevermind from a mouse perspective.]

Nottttt really? We've got mice, for sure, and folks that aren't entirely humanoid but are still, you know, sentient. But talking mice is a new one. You want me to check if they're magic? It won't hurt 'em.

[It's an interesting question. She had thought the mice might be some sort of result of evolution, even though they'd told her they were from a similar time period to her own. Different worlds have different results...

Wanda considers this and looks to the mice. They're her mice, they worship her, and such trust has to be handled...carefully.]

Is there one among you who would volunteer for such an examination? [The mice perk up, and look to her.] This would not be required or expected of any of you...

[Anton's whiskers quiver a moment before he raises a paw.]

I will volunteer, your Holiness.

[Wanda glances back to Taako, carefully lifting a hand up to let Anton climb onto it. The mouse settles onto her palm as she extends it out to Taako.]

[Taako moves his hand through the air in a gesture... probably not all that dissimilar to Wanda's magic, although there's no glowing red strands of energy to be seen.

And no magic to be seen, either. Aside from all his own shit lighting up.]

Alright, little man, you're not a magical creature. [That's to Anton, before Taako looks back at Wanda and shrugs.] Guess this is just normal for them?

[The motions might seem largely unimpressive...if Wanda hadn't been a little envious that his magic could be used invisibly. Drawing Anton back to her, she lifts him up to her shoulder once more.]

So it seems. From what I've heard they're from a version of my world so perhaps they're simply...the next step in evolution for mice. Humans evolved from apes so it's not that far of a stretch.

[The urge to shrug is there, but not with mice on her shoulders.]

Do they have the concept of evolution in your world? [Where in the hell would Elves have come from?]

[Well at least they can rule magic out.]

I am soooo not the guy to ask. I've heard it tossed around before but I didn't fucking go to school and magic kinda throws a wrench in the works when it comes to science, you know?

[He can shrug, since he's sans mice.]

Elves are apparently the result of fae getting their dick wet with other races but who the fuck knows where the fae came from.

[jesus christ taako.]

[Wanda's eyes widen at his explanation, and then starts to laugh. Her shoulders shake as she does, and the mice grip her clothing carefully to stay on board as she has a good giggle.]

Well, that's certainly a colorful way to put it. Wherever the fae came from, they must have been created with a healthy appetite.

[Oops, sorry mice.]

Not that I've met any fae, but that fits from what I've heard. It'd explain a lot about elves. [Wait. He sort of pauses, then laughs as well.] Did not mean that to sound as salacious as it did, sorry pumpkin.

[Wanda grins outright.]

No need to apologize to me. I've heard similar things before but most people I know don't speak about them so openly or bluntly in public.

[It hasn't occurred to her yet that the mice may pick up on his language, oops. She'll learn soon enough, the hard way.]

[He's more than happy to talk about sex as an abstract concept, but he didn't want her to worry that he was being weird and hitting on her, because making young ladies uncomfortable is not his jam. So he's glad that Wanda isn't bothered.]

This place seems pretty chill about the whole sex thing, even more than back home.

[Perhaps it's Wanda's natural intuition working for her, making it clear that Taako hadn't meant anything personal by speaking about it.]

It's the same in my world as well. Though there are some cities I think that come close.

[As they exit the store, Wanda starts leading the way back to the house she shares with Sam. It's a short walk, and upon stepping in the front door she sets all three mice down to scurry off to the rest of the colony. Wanda slips her shoes off her feet and heads to the kitchen.]

Do you need anything to work your magic? The mice could enjoy the cheese while I make the cake.

[Taako takes his cue from Wanda on the shoes thing, though it takes him a second to get them off before he's bouncing after Wanda.]

A little milk would be good, helps to start with something similar.

[He's glad that this is going to the mice first; even though he knows, logically, he did nothing wrong in Glamorsprings, it's still nerve wracking.

But he can't keep being scared of his own damn magic.]

[Wanda doesn't notice anything amiss with Taako, registers none of his concern. Instead, she goes to the fridge and pulls out some milk. The carton is left on the counter as she grabs a large plate and a glass as well, uncertain of which he needs.]

I have some cream as well if that would help.

[In the meantime, she's going to pull out some ingredients for the cake. The red velvet will be delicious and there ought to be enough for the mice and for everyone in the house.]

[He goes for the plate, pouring just enough milk into it to cover the bottom without risking any spills.

Rather than responding to Wanda straight away, he simple lets out a slow breath, then waves his hand over the plate and it's done that easily.]

All done! We've got ourselves a delish comté.

[...Wanda stares. First it was milk. Now it's cheese. She's still staring at it even as she reaches for a knife to slice a little bit off to taste.

And, of course, it's delicious. It's cheese and it's fresh and creamy and perfect. Her gaze swings back to Taako.]

I don't suppose you'll tell me next that you can turn water into wine?

[He resists the urge to stop her, keeping his smile in place as Wanda eats some of the cheese.]

You know, everyone brings up the wine thing, what's the deal?

[He hasn't found a Christian bible yet.]

[Oh. Well. She supposes she can explain.]

In my world, the largest religion in the world is called Christianity. They believe that a man named Jesus was in fact born the son of God. There are certain acts he performed that are considered miracles. One of which being that he walked on the waves of the ocean. Turned water into wine. And when he was killed, it's believed that three days later he rose from the dead and joined God in Heaven. That's the short version, however. If you're interested you could no doubt find a copy of the Bible in a library somewhere, I imagine.

Ohhhh, huh.

[That all sounds pretty boring to him, except about the God in Heaven thing, but Taako knows that humans aren't really used to weird magic shit, so transmutation magic and walking on water (he thinks druids have a spell like that) would likely be impressive.]

So he's a demigod, basically? Or, wait, is this one of those things where they don't know if he's real?

[Baffling!!!]

[She lifts a brow, but shrugs.]

Some would say he's a demigod, I suppose, but no one who is actually Christian themselves, I think. There's some...scripts I suppose, that claim that he in essence is God himself, not just the son of God. It's all a little convoluted. Especially since, yes, there's no proof of his existence or God's or any of the men and women mentioned in the Bible.

[Not as far as she knows.]

There's some kinda philosophical implication of humans apparently managing to make up religion even if gods don't exist.

[What are they? He doesn't know!]

[She grins.]

I believe the general consensus is that humans will create stories to try to explain phenomena they don't understand. Until we had a better understanding of some natural sciences there were hundreds of myths to explain why the sun rises and sets every day, and more to explain things like why bears have short tails, or why the wind blows. Things like that. Lacking an understanding of how our world was formed...they created gods to explain how life came into being.

[Taako just laughs, shaking his head.]

This shit is way above my pay grade. Gods aren't even the hot shit they think they are, whether or not they're real.

[Istus, in the distance: shut up Taako]

[Having never actually met a god, she's inclined to agree that they're also above her paygrade and usually not as great as they think they are, probably. Not that she wants to find out firsthand.

She's having a hard enough time coming to terms with the fact that to this small colony of mice, she's their goddess.

Wanda hopes they're not easily disappointed, though with the way they attack the cheese Taako has created with such undisguised glee she thinks it will be simple enough to keep them happy with her. The rest of the afternoon she introduces Taako to the mice and bakes both Taako and the colony some cake. The mice, delighted by the elf guest with magic, spend the rest of his visit trying on names for one who they've dubbed a priest.]

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