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riverviewlogs2017-03-28 06:35 pm
divulsion) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-03-28 06:35 pm
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who: Wanda Maximoff (MCU) and Tony Stark (616)
what: Nail Painting and Gossip. No, really.
when: Late evening, March 28th, 2017
where: Communal area of Floor 6
warnings: Nothing major expected, will adjust warnings here if applicable.
[Weeks now, she's been in Riverview, and while it feels nothing like home to her now she is starting to feel settled. It's a dangerous feeling, considering all things. Getting used to this place means that she and the others risk getting content. Perhaps in light of all things, it isn't so terrible. Before she arrived here, she'd just been neutralized at the airport, minutes if not seconds away from being taken into custody and imprisoned, no doubt. Being here means that she and the others aren't back home protecting their world and trying to fix this mess, however.
Still young, not much of a leader, she's been following the lead of her teammates instead. Integrating. Observing. Getting to know the locals and the others brought here. She's even managed to make a handful of friends from other worlds who interest her and hosted a small feast for Saint Nikolina during Sampremi. And then there was the recent infestation in the sewers beneath the city...
Suffice to say that tonight, as she sits cross legged on the couch in the communal area, she feels she's earned a little down time. Tonight she indulges herself in a little self-care, breaking open a very simple but brand new manicure kit. She's removed the old polish from her nails in the bathroom, and now meticulously files her nails down to short ovals to repaint. Her toenails are ready for color with a base coat already drying. Considering all things it seems an unnecessary thing for her to do. She's an Avenger and painted nails are hardly important in the field. Still, it's the one normal thing she can do for herself just about anywhere. Nail polish is apparently not only universal but dimensional, and the task is centering for her. She can tune out just about anything or anyone who comes in while focusing on this.
Well, almost anyone.
It's hard not to double-take when Tony talks into the room. They've seen each other in passing before, exchanged a few words but nothing of consequence. Wanda hasn't gone out of her way to meet him and he hasn't made an effort to speak with her at any length. Truthfully Wanda would have waited until the dinner Sam wants to put together before making an effort but sometimes chance meetings happen, like this. Still holding her file, she tilts her head to the side curiously. After hearing what she has about the Wanda of their world, she's trying her best not to judge Tony in advanced based on the actions of his counterpart in her world.]
Looking for someone?
what: Nail Painting and Gossip. No, really.
when: Late evening, March 28th, 2017
where: Communal area of Floor 6
warnings: Nothing major expected, will adjust warnings here if applicable.
[Weeks now, she's been in Riverview, and while it feels nothing like home to her now she is starting to feel settled. It's a dangerous feeling, considering all things. Getting used to this place means that she and the others risk getting content. Perhaps in light of all things, it isn't so terrible. Before she arrived here, she'd just been neutralized at the airport, minutes if not seconds away from being taken into custody and imprisoned, no doubt. Being here means that she and the others aren't back home protecting their world and trying to fix this mess, however.
Still young, not much of a leader, she's been following the lead of her teammates instead. Integrating. Observing. Getting to know the locals and the others brought here. She's even managed to make a handful of friends from other worlds who interest her and hosted a small feast for Saint Nikolina during Sampremi. And then there was the recent infestation in the sewers beneath the city...
Suffice to say that tonight, as she sits cross legged on the couch in the communal area, she feels she's earned a little down time. Tonight she indulges herself in a little self-care, breaking open a very simple but brand new manicure kit. She's removed the old polish from her nails in the bathroom, and now meticulously files her nails down to short ovals to repaint. Her toenails are ready for color with a base coat already drying. Considering all things it seems an unnecessary thing for her to do. She's an Avenger and painted nails are hardly important in the field. Still, it's the one normal thing she can do for herself just about anywhere. Nail polish is apparently not only universal but dimensional, and the task is centering for her. She can tune out just about anything or anyone who comes in while focusing on this.
Well, almost anyone.
It's hard not to double-take when Tony talks into the room. They've seen each other in passing before, exchanged a few words but nothing of consequence. Wanda hasn't gone out of her way to meet him and he hasn't made an effort to speak with her at any length. Truthfully Wanda would have waited until the dinner Sam wants to put together before making an effort but sometimes chance meetings happen, like this. Still holding her file, she tilts her head to the side curiously. After hearing what she has about the Wanda of their world, she's trying her best not to judge Tony in advanced based on the actions of his counterpart in her world.]
Looking for someone?