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[open] I know it's tearing you apart
Who: Wanda Maximoff and YOU!
When: Late July
Where: The Safe Space
What: Open office hours! Got something you need to get off your chest or need some assistance getting to sleep? Wanda can help...probably.
Warnings: Extremely likely mentions of horrible things, including slavery and violence.
Wanda's office has mostly returned to normal by now, aside from the bookshelf and the fountain. They still seem to serve their purpose despite being glassed, and hopefully the soft sounds of the water will have the desired effect on anyone who comes to see her.
Because after a month like this, how could she not expect people to need help coping or getting to sleep? The Caducans' attack or the Ingress accident or the outpost alone would have been bad enough, but all three in such a short period of time left ripples in the psychic current of the ship. She doesn't even need to reach to feel it. Thanks goodness her own room is shielded.
Now that her family is safe, Wanda makes sure to be around for a few more shifts than she normally would, just in case.
When: Late July
Where: The Safe Space
What: Open office hours! Got something you need to get off your chest or need some assistance getting to sleep? Wanda can help...probably.
Warnings: Extremely likely mentions of horrible things, including slavery and violence.
Wanda's office has mostly returned to normal by now, aside from the bookshelf and the fountain. They still seem to serve their purpose despite being glassed, and hopefully the soft sounds of the water will have the desired effect on anyone who comes to see her.
Because after a month like this, how could she not expect people to need help coping or getting to sleep? The Caducans' attack or the Ingress accident or the outpost alone would have been bad enough, but all three in such a short period of time left ripples in the psychic current of the ship. She doesn't even need to reach to feel it. Thanks goodness her own room is shielded.
Now that her family is safe, Wanda makes sure to be around for a few more shifts than she normally would, just in case.
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Or rather, the quietness of it does. Everything is still, and soft, and achingly reminiscent of the parts of the Jedi Temple he never thought he'd miss. He hasn't sought it out, hadn't even really been aware this sort of facility existed on board when he's been so distracted otherwise, but the tone is rather plain.
It's safe. Or at least it looks that way. It's the only reason he even enters in the first place. Still, he holds himself uneasily--more than even his wounding allows for--as he enters. She'd made an effort to trust him, why can't he give that in return without hesitance?]
I don't want to disturb you, I can--
[Go? What would the purpose of that be? He takes a breath, shaky and not terribly stabling, and shakes his head. This isn't how to start.]
I just wanted to check in. On you, I mean.
[It is, after all, the least he can do in the face of her selfless attempt to help him.]
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Originally the office had been far too clinical for even Wanda to be comfortable here, so she's tried to bring in a few things to fix it: the fountain, a plant, soft things, color. How fortunate she'd received the job change in the last days of their stay on the Collective - it's easy to redecorate with an unlimited shopping spree.]
It's all right. I'm not here to sit in a room by myself.
[And maybe she should be back on the planet, but the fact remains that she's not sure she trusts herself not to snap.]
Billy and my brothers are back, and you saw what happened with some of the restraints. I could still help, but it is not the help the others want, I think.
How are you feeling?
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[He pauses, unsure of how to take that. He's not clueless, he knows what she does here in some general sense, but he hadn't come with the intent to talk about himself. Her well-being had been a priority when they'd had to part ways so awkwardly (as was any other he had a modicum of control in). But not all wounds are obvious: especially not when it comes to this shared experience he quietly wishes he could have taken from all of them. No one ever deserves this. Even career criminals see easier sentences, and it's not a thing he'd wish even on people he hated.]
I feel like I shouldn't be here. [Said as he takes a seat one of the couches, his back awkwardly straight when it hurts too much to curl in on himself as he'd like to.] On the ship, I mean.
[He turns to regard her with a quiet sadness. This may not be her burden in specific, but it might as well be. Family is family, and that he understands.]
How are your brothers?
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No one was ever going to claim Peter was the brightest Maximoff.
He's left a pile of snack cakes on her desk, a stack of mass produced cupcakes. He's not entirely sure if she'll like them, but he's never gone wrong giving chocolate to girls before. Peter smiles at her from where he's sitting, it's tight and wonky. He slowly peels open a cake for himself, acting deliberately casual. "So this is what they've got you doing now."
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"It is better than being in everyone's heads looking for trouble." The odd thing is, she doesn't even remember what prompted her to actually apply for a job transfer. The first Ingress malfunction hurt and scrambled her memories, but as far as she was aware, it wasn't the best job ever - far from it - but she didn't mind working with Bel and Thor.
Still, whatever prompted this, being able to actually use her powers to directly help people is much better.
She reaches for the cake, more careful in how she peels it open to hopefully avoid getting frosting on herself. "How do you feel?"
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Maybe it's projection, but he thinks she'd be the easiest person on the ship for the crew to talk to.
"Better." Peter answers after a moment. It's mostly true. His bruises have faded, he's gotten back to his regular diet of more calories than any one human should need. Outside of his knee, he's physically doing fine. "What about you? How's Wanda doing?"
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But hopefully it really won't be a problem anymore.
"I'm all right. No more glass." She takes a bite of the cupcake and doesn't do much better than Peter at keeping it from getting everywhere. "I would feel better if we could stop...all of this, but I'm glad we found everyone." And as much as she hates it, there are very good reasons the captains are going to great lengths to keep the Moira from being noticed. They're in no shape for the kind of heroics they pulled on Ceta to save the sky whales.
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He's still seated but his body tenses in preparation to leave. If she was used, he's got words for the Captains, for anyone who was put in charge.
"And there weren't any effects from it?" He's not sure how the glass really effected anyone on board. He'd seen it, sure, but that's not the same as experiencing it. "You have to take a win when you can. You saved people Wanda. Me and Billy and Pietro, we'll all here. You did that. That's a good day, I think."
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While he's stuck close to his family or the Medbay out of fear of being taken back, it's left him with a lot of trouble sleeping. Nowhere felt all that safe to him, and it wasn't unusual now for him to wake up in the middle of the night uselessly clawing at his neck or snout. Shadows that reminded him of the tall, vicious man who bought him kept him wide-awake. And it definitely shows in the bags under Asriel's eyes.
So when he hears about the "Safe Space", maybe it was worth checking it out? It had "safe" in the name, after all. Asriel doesn't realize who the office belongs to at first, too focused on working up enough courage to enter.
The door creaks open.
"Um, excuse me..."
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But today that's not her job. She can only try to heal what was left behind.
"Asriel." Wanda manages a smile and motions for one of the squishy chairs to drift closer to that side of the room. "I thought you would still be in the medbay."
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But he climbs up on one and tries curling up a little on it. He give a shy and nervous smile at her question.
"I got let out a couple days ago, and I've been staying in bed. But I can't fall asleep, and when I do I just keep waking up."
He takes in his surroundings, observing her office with a childlike curiosity.
"So um... this place is really safe, right?"