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Who:a Wanda Maximoff & you!
When: December 13, evening
Where: The mess hall
What: It seemed such a shame to let all that snow go to waste...
Warnings: Probable silliness and general shenanigans. Maybe watch for snowballs?

There was really only so much one could do to clean the mess hall at this point. There was snow in here, of all things, to say nothing about the underlying layer of ice.

And still the captains had done nothing about the mess.

There's a grumpy-looking pile of blankets sitting on a table while she waits for coffee to brew. Wanda doesn't even want coffee but it's the fastest way to start feeling vaguely more like a human and less like a popsicle. It's strange - she's always loved playing in the snow but right now she's too cold and tired to really move from that spot without better motivation.

But that does give her an idea, or at least a challenge. Can she telekinetically build a snowman, even a small one? She gestures, pushes a pile of snow together successfully - and then the blankets just slide off her shoulders. None of the Moira's crew can catch a break, it seems.

Find Wanda fussing with the blankets or trying again. She's struggling but this (maybe a bit lopsided) snowman is happening.

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It's not Bel's day for mess duty, but swinging through on a quick patrol through the ship makes sense. Popular with the crew in normal weather, it might easily draw hungry people willing to dare the cold for a chance at raiding the kitchen.

Bel's footwear is wrapped with bedsheets, a crude but effective anti-slip measure. Still, it's precarious footing; kitchen steam freezing in the air has left fine white drifts of particles all over the room, concealing treacherous patches of unbroken ice.

"Wanda?" There she is across the room, pulling a slipping blanket around herself again, standing in front of.... a lumpy pile of snow? "What are you doing?"

[[Guess who's from a scorching hot desert planet XD]]

Wanda finishes tying the edges of the blankets into a precariously thick knot and looks up. You might even call that a grin. "Waiting for the coffee." She gestures again in a swirling motion and the red light pushes more snow into the lump and begins to shape it into something rounder. Snow is hard, Wanda realizes. She's never tried to work with something so malleable and it just doesn't want to stay. Maybe she isn't compressing it enough?

She frowns and glances back to Bel. "I got bored." As if this entire scene is self-explanatory otherwise.

Snow is... not Bel's area of expertise; a cold night on Jackson's Whole waiting for a shady contact to arrive explains nothing about the scene at hand.

Too bad magic can't make Wanda's blanket-cloak stay up. Bel steps gingerly over to her, staring in wonder at her project. It looks like a scene out of a holovid; genuine magic is unknown in the Nexus.

"Are you making something?"

The lump tries to roll, but it's lopsided and the motion is more like a splat than anything else. "It was supposed to be a snowman." Wanda makes a face. She's still practicing finer manipulations and trying to do this while she can't stop shivering is much harder than anticipated. It's not necessarily impossible, but it might require extra creativity. And that coffee, whenever it's ready.

The blanket cloaks start to slip again and Wanda pauses to tighten the knot. She's really going to have to acquire a wider range of clothing at their next supply stop. Some proper gloves would go a long way right about now.

"This is not the best snow, but I think we can have a small one."

"Is that how you make one?" Bel blinks, lips parted in amazement. The snow is a natural substance, though strange and treacherous, but the rosy wisps of power, the slim hands flashing through the air, are something else.

Shuffling over the ice, they reach up to hold the cloak in place as she ties it again. "Here, I've got it.... That's remarkable, though. You don't even have to touch the ice."

"Normally you would use your hands...but you would also be wearing gloves." She's wearing the leather glovettes from her Scarlet Witch uniform, but she had nothing for her exposed fingers. "I wanted to see if I could do it this way."

She does not pull away at Bel's closeness, but it's enough to make her turn from her work. Wanda has no aversion to it, but ever since the experiments she's used to being literally at arm's length until people come to trust her. And in actually looking at Bel, she realizes something.

"You have never made a snowman?" It's only barely a question; Wanda's pretty sure she knows the answer. That or this attempt is so bad that it's really that unrecognizable.

"Born on a hot desert planet, lived in space ever since. I've never even seen a snowman." Bel grins. "In the flesh, anyway." Vids and documentaries don't count. Wasn't snow supposed to be wetter, sticky, not this much like sand? Memories of the colony are still vivid, even thirty years later, intricately designed underground cities centuries old and forever reinventing themselves, safe from scouring storms and killing sun. Deep, dry, bittersweet.

Bel's gloves are also fingerless; the chilled hands pause on the cloak's shoulders, making sure Wanda doesn't mind having someone so near and smiling when her pause is a question rather than discomfort. As many strange things as they've seen since arriving here, her power is too beautiful to fear. Maybe if wielded by someone inclined to abuse it -- but not by her.

There were a few things Tyler had been expecting to see when he went to the kitchen. Someone eating, or drinking something warm, or maybe even just whoever had mess hall duty at that day and time. Those were reasonable expectations to have, he thought.

Someone apparently trying to telekinetically build a snowman in the snow that was still all over, however, was nowhere what he expected. And yet, there was Wanda doing just that. It was surprisingly enthralling, seeing the snow raise from the floor and piling on its own. After a moment, he finally went up to Wanda. "Thought you might as well make something out of the snow?"

This is...different. Everything else Wanda has tried to manipulate has been much more solid. Snow requires greater focus and finer control, which would be all well and good if she could stop shivering or forget about how she hasn't really had full feeling in her feet for days.

"I could wait for the coffee and remember how cold I am. Or I can try to make a snowman while it finishes." She grins, though it's probably pretty obvious she could use a full night's sleep. "It seemed like a better idea."

He can't help but chuckle sympathetically. "I don't get cold anymore, so I can only remember what it's like, but that makes sense." He'd comment on how she looks like she needs a good night's sleep, but he has a feeling she knows that better than anyone.

"So, you said try. First time making a snowman with telekinesis?"

She shoots him an envious glance. "It is not fun. I think I still have toes, but that could have changed. I would not feel it."

She shudders, the movement translating to the snowball and turning it into more of an egg shape. Oops. "I have never had a chance to try this before." There was precious little opportunity to play with her powers under Strucker's tutelage and experimenting with flight is as far as she's gotten since.

No chuckling this time, just wincing. "All the more reason for your coffee to hurry up, huh?"

He tilts his head at the snowball becoming more egg shaped. It really was weirdly fascinating to see snow moving in the air on its own. "Snow's not easy to move like that, I take it?"

That gets a laugh. "I was not going to put my feet in it."

Faint threads of red light still surrounds the snow-thing, trying to compress it more evenly. "It is not like that piece of the building. It was solid. Snow is...different. And if you don't support it, it falls apart. Normally I can focus on one point." As if in demonstration, the smaller point of the egg slips off to plop to the floor. "But for this, you have to see the whole."

And at that response, Tyler's laughing too. "I didn't think you were! Who would even... No, you know what? Don't answer that. If there is someone out there that would do that, I'd rather not know."

He does notice the red light. It makes the whole thing even more interesting, really. He's tempted to ask more about her powers, but he's not sure that'd be a conversation Wanda would be willing to go into. Still, he does decide to broach the topic somewhat. "It looks like it could be a good way to practice precision, if nothing else."

Wanda nods. "It is smaller than I am used to." She's not averse to discussing this aspect of her powers, though anything else she might have said is cut off by a faint beeping. Really, she should get bonus points for how carefully she sets the little snowball down before getting up as quickly as is safe.

"Do you want some? There is enough for both of us."

Oh right... He went there to get coffee and maybe food, right? Good timing for the both of them, really. "Ah, sure. It was actually why I was here, so... Thank you."

Niko had come to the mess hall in search of tea. Piping hot tea that would warm his fingers and remind him of home in the Balkans. Real tea, that he could add jam to and sweeten it up.

He was heading for the kitchens to find out if he could get some made as specifically strong as he liked, when- yup, that was a snowman happening. He ambled over, watching it try to form. He wasn't really sure what was happening there.

"I have seen dragons and I have seen singing trees and men with parasite arms. I guess I am to meet the Snow Queen now." He joked, his accent lilting in a friendly (if overly accepting) way. He came from a relatively "normal" world. It always took a moment for him to get used to anything new.

There are a few small, lumpy snowmen from her earlier efforts. At this point, Wanda's been here awhile - there are warm drinks and a relief from the boredom that sets in being cooped up on the Moira for too long. The books in the library are well and good, but eventually Wanda gets the need to get up and do something.

"I think they would look better if I was a snow queen." She has a base that is smoother than her earlier efforts, but it would probably look better if she had rolled it by hand. Now she's working on what will either be the middle piece or the head, depending on how ambitious this attempt is. "It is not as impressive as singing trees."

Thinking of those trees made him a little sad, too. But he was quick to shove it out of his mind; consider the event at hand. Which was that she was attempting to build snowman with her mind.

"Are you keeping in brain-shape? Or do you just not want to get your hands cold?" It wasn't really meant to be flippant. The genuine curiosity might have gotten through, or it might have gotten tied up in how he knit his heavy brow which always had the unfortunate side effect of making him look a little angrier.

"I could kick one of the old models over so you can use it for the new?" It wasn't as if he had much to do. He was avoiding his actual job as much as possible because it had become utterly frigid.

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