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[This is only the second time Wanda has directed addressed the entire newcomer network.
Since arriving, her NV has been used sporadically and never with any serious intent. Until now, she was content to stay in the background, picking and choosing with whom she spoke on a whim.

But things have changed. Recent events force her to actively seek out information.
It is no longer possible to drift along, Pollyanna style, easily giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, hoping for the best. So, she’s putting on her big girl panties and actively taking control, something she should have done from the beginning. She’s not feeling up to using the video function, but she needs to see the faces of those who respond, to look in their eyes.]

Hello. I’ve spoken to a few of you but not many. [She manages a fragile smile.] I’m reaching out now to ask for information. You may have seen the news reports about the destruction of a SERO building. Two newcomers died; one of them was named Michael Xavier. [Despite how false it feels, the name flows from her lips easily enough.]

I knew Michael back home. [That’s a lie, but it’s close enough to the truth.] We never got a chance to reconnect here.

I am not looking for condolences. [In her eyes is a strange mix of sadness, fear, and determination.] I’m actually interested in anecdotes. Anything you can tell me about Michael and his life here in Siren’s Port would be of help. [Her expression hardens slightly.] And I want to know everything, the good and the bad, no matter how trivial. If you have any stories about Michael, I’d appreciate hearing them.

Thank you. This is important to me.

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[The call begins with a woman giving a running commentary without context. When she speaks, her words are tinged with an accent that most could only identify as vaguely Eastern European but a few might recognize as Romani by way of Transia.]

Ah! What the—?! Oh, ick.... I guess that means it’s ... on? Sooo, how do you change to video from— Oh!

[The video function activates and displays the obviously surprised face of a young woman in a red hooded cloak. Her shocked expression quickly turns to one of triumph.]

Hold on. [She holds up a hand, gesturing for the viewer to have patience.] Give me a moment.

[The video displays blurry flashes of a wall, a bedspread, something red, a ceiling, and a wall again. Finally it settles once more on the woman, who has evidently decided to push back the hood of her cloak, revealing dark brown hair and a red tiara. Now that the video feed is stationary, it clearly shows her sitting cross-legged at the head of a bed in what appears to be a starter apartment.]

Hello! [She smiles sweetly and gives the camera a little wave of her fingers.] I’m new here, but you’ve probably already figured that out. [She makes a self-deprecating face.]

I’ve read through the welcome packages. So, I think I have a pretty good grasp of what’s going on. And, to be honest, this sort of thing [she gestures vaguely] has pretty much been my life recently. [The woman shrugs and offers a cryptic smile but provides no further explanation.]

Anyway, no need to go into all of that. But I could still use your help!
[She perks up as the subject changes.] Unfortunately, I’m currently stuck wearing my Avengers costume, which is not appropriate for everyday wear. [The woman glances down at herself in mock dismay.] And, it’s definitely not warm enough for the weather at the moment! [As if to highlight her point, she uses one hand to draw the two sides of her cloak together and hunches slightly inward.]

Can anyone tell me the best place to get some clothes, hopefully from a charity or on credit of some kind? I don’t have any money at the moment. [She looks very apologetic.] But I’d pay for them as soon as I could! I truly appreciate any help, and I promise to repay the favor.

[The smiling woman gives a small nod in confirmation before moving out of frame. The video shows the ceiling for a few seconds before her face suddenly reappears.]

Oh, right, where are my manners? You don’t even know my name! It’s Wanda Maximoff. Thank you!

[And she’s gone … again. However, her voice can be heard off screen.]

Okay. You can hang up now, Tallus.

[The call ends.]

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