thisavrou_log | [open] girls just want to have fun

I. Avelle
[Wanda's a little nervous - she's never tried to organize anything like this before, never had the time or means or reason to. What if it backfires horribly? What if it just makes everything worse?

Because there's a point to this. Wanda's hoping this will cheer everyone up and help drive out the shadows of last month and the machine-kidnapping situation. She can stay out of particular minds if she wants to, but there's nothing to be done about the crew's overall mood when they spend so much time together.

She's standing by the bar in her favorite new dress and holding a cocktail that's almost as red as it is. Deep breaths, Wanda. What could possibly go wrong?]

II. The Moira
[Were you looking for the base coat or the black nail polish? Because Wanda's snagged them both. Wearing clothes she picked out is helping her feel more like herself, but her hands just don't look right with bare nails.

She's only started her left hand and probably wouldn't mind stopping to help someone else if asked.]

III. Wildcard
[Feel free to pick your own starter!]

[Zam’s not drunk. Just sliiightly tipsy. Also, she’s never had to paint her own nails before, but now she has a prosthetic hand which has disappointingly limited color-changing function. In other words, none at all. Did she also mention she’s not left-handed?

She stops after a couple of messily painted nails, staring down at her fingers with a frown.]

People actually have to go through all this whenever they want a change of color? [She looks at the woman next to her, who is presumably not a changeling herself.] You have my sympathies.

I think it's relaxing. [And how else would one do it, anyway? She glances over and oh dear. Painting with one's offhand is always the worst.] Let me?

[Avelle]

Elizabeth has never been on a 'girls' night out' before, but the idea sounds absolutely fun. It seemed as though most of her friends were men, it would be good to form some closer friendships with women-- get a woman's perspective on things in the event it was necessary. Besides, after spending a lot of time thinking about what a dating partner might want, it's going to be nice to focus on just enjoying herself.

Dinner is an exciting affair-- all of them talking energetically, piles of food on the table, offers to split cheesecake... It's unlike any dinner Elizabeth has had before.

Then of course she's going dancing (and laying off the alcohol this time...), and she doesn't have to think about a partner. She's bouncing around, trying to follow whoever she can see, and most of it appears to be just jumping and moving however one feels. After weeks of counting steps, she is so ready to dance solo again.

[GIRLY STUFF]

She's familiar with nail polish, but the rest of the things Wanda brings to the party are a little foreign. She starts with the deeply important and difficult choice of which nail polish to use. Red she's done. Maybe aqua...? Or this one had sparkles in it...

And then she starts trying to figure out what the rest of the things are. Masks...?

"What are you looking for?"

Elizabeth looks like Wanda felt when she bought the darn things. Emiri doesn't have 'regular' Earth scents, so a lot of picking out the various items came down to what looked pretty and hoping it wouldn't accidentally poison anyone. She can't help but wonder if they'll somehow be more effective than their Earth counterparts - everything else here is so advanced, it would make sense, right?

It’s so time-consuming. And messy. [How do you humans manage? She’s glad to pass the task over to Wanda. As Zam slides her hand over to her, Wanda might notice that the hand in question is artificial; though it easily passes for organic at a distance, up close, one can see the faint lines of cybernetic joints and circuits under the skin.] And after this I still have to wait for them to dry?

[Wanda notices, all right, but she has enough manners not to say anything when it sounds like a recent acquisition. ~~You can't just ask people why they have a cyber hand.~~

Wanda's fairly quick at this, three swipes per nail, and much neater. Obviously she does this a lot.]

A few minutes. You will need another layer after this, then the top coat.

[A beat, there's another nail done.] How do you normally do this?

Avelle

[Loki supposes she probably isn't entirely covered by ladies night, but she can be one, and she likes crashing parties so she's here, rather more dressed up than usual. probably overdressed, in fact. She's still identifiable, mostly by Loki-ness- the hair is longer, the shape a little different, the lipstick and eyeliner very obvious, but she still has the scar and she's still acting like Loki, exaggerated gesturing and all.

She's found the strongest thing the bar has available, which, given that the planet sees a few non-human species is actually strong enough to have a small effect. Slightly tipsy, she's even more talkative than usual, although she's a little less closed off than usual, a little more cheerful. It's also lowering her mental defences slightly, but Wanda's been warned about prying too hard, at least.

She will also dance, fairly well, but only as part of a group or if specifically asked. And she keeps gesturing, forgetting which hand her drink is in as it gets later.]

Moira

[She's mostly watching other people pick colours wistfully. She likes dark and green, don't get her wrong, but most of her current make-up comes with the shape, the same way her nails are always black, no nail polish required. She's not even sure she'd feel all that comfortable in other colours- but it would be nice to have the choice, just a little.

Maybe green polish would be okay?]

Edited 2016-01-18 05:57 (UTC)

[Wanda's certainly not going to start setting down rules for who counts as a lady. Besides, she vaguely remembers being promised gossip time, and what better occasion for that than a girls' night? At least, if what she's read and seen on TV is anything to go by. This is all still a little new to her.]

I wondered if you would come. Having fun?

I suppose I am, yes.

[She smiles, a little less crookedly than she would with most people. Wanda is- an acquaintance, at least, although if anyone had ever told Loki one day she'd be on cordial talking terms with her significant other's alternate universe parent, she'd probably have laughed at them. Not least because it's rather intimidating, having a significant other and some kind of family to go with.

But Wanda has been surprisingly pleasant company, even with the slight risk of thought invasion, and she'd rather stay on friendly terms, really.]

Are you enjoying the evening?

[It's sort of an awkward situation, if one looks at it too closely, and there is definitely a terrible irony here of the trickster and the telepath being on good terms.]

This is nice, almost normal. We could be home if the music was different. [Some of these songs are such saccharine pop that it's a wonder anyone could like them. Oh well, at least the drinks are good.]

I hope this will help after everything that's happened.

[Zam watches Wanda go to work on her nails, impressed with her efficiency. Obviously she’s had a lot more practice than Zam’s had.

Her question gets a smile out of Zam, who moves her other, natural hand next to the prosthetic. Her eyes flick over to the nails Wanda has painted, intently taking in the hue of the bright green nail polish. Exact colors can be hard to match, but not impossible. Zam then looks back at her natural hand, a look of concentration on her face. And then in an instant, color spreads over her nails , starting at turquoise and gradually changing to the exact hue of the nail polish as Zam focuses on matching the color. In a matter of seconds, all of Zam’s nails on the opposite hand look as if they’ve been painted, right down to the sheen of a top coat.

What can Zam say? She’s a show-off. She grins.] Tah-dah.

[If Zam was hoping for a reaction, she gets one. Wanda's eyes go wide in surprise - that is so cool.]

I wish I could do that. It's much faster than this.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, just... trying to figure out what all of this is for," she says with a weak little laugh. After a beat, she realizes that she can actually do something she's always wanted to do--

"Hey, which one?" she asks, holding up a bottle with glitter and moons and stars, and the aqua one. "I can't decide!"

Can't decide?

[Elizabeth is currently sporting three shades on one hand-- she's in the indecisive camp right now. Too many pretty shades, probably too much wine too. There's something familiar about the woman, but Elizabeth really can't put her finger on it.]

[She holds out her hand so the other can see.] I like this aqua one. It's got tiny spangles in it.

"Hmmm..." They're both good choices, even if Wanda would never wear the aqua polish herself. She wears far too much red on a daily basis for that, though she might have to grab the moon and stars one later...

"You could wear them both. One over the other, or on different nails."

It is. [She sighs, tilting her head towards the prosthetic.] I can’t even imagine how long it would take if I wanted to change the color of the entire arm.

There are paints you could try, but it would be messier than these.

[Aaaaand that's one coat finished. It's going to need a few minutes to dry before she can apply the next one, unfortunately. No wonder Zam was so impatient. She would be too if that was within her own abilities.]

Can you change anything you want?

"...one over the other...?"

Mind. Blown. Elizabeth looks at both of them again, then back to Wanda.

"Do you think they go together? Or should I pick a different color under the moons? Like maybe black?"

Mmm, that and it's hard to get out of habits. Black or green are the only colours I usually get to wear, but it's very easy to get into a rut.

[Even her voice changes as a girl, higher and softer, pleasant but nothing that stands out except the accent.

She admires the nail polish for a moment, though, smiling.]

It is very pretty. Maybe a little too sparkly for me, however.

Mmm, this was never all that normal for me. Fun, when I learnt to see the appeal in it, but still- mortal.

[She's from Asgard, where all the music is horns and brass, and dancing isn't particularly something the gods engage in in Odin's halls. But since her rebirth, she's grown fascinated with some things, and music is one of them.

The saccharine pop is a little too sweet for Loki's taste, though.]

But it's certainly relaxing. A bright spot, before things inevitably go wrong again.

[She's learnt to appreciate those, too.]

Wanda can't help but grin. Oh Elizabeth...if only you knew some of the wonderfully gimmicky things she could have picked up. What a shame she didn't snag the magnetic polish.

"It will be pretty either way, but the moons will stand out more on a darker color. You could still do some nails in the blue if you want to use it."

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[Oh no you don't. This is supposed to be happy fun times, remember? Wanda briefly lays a hand on Loki's arm - a good sign, a sign of some sort of acceptance.]

None of that, not tonight. I made sure there was nothing worse here than bad music and people staring.

So what is normal for you? [She has a weakness for fairytales and the fantastic - there's definitely a reason Wanda ended up with all the mental powers.]

[It's still very odd when people voluntarily touch her, but she's learning to appreciate it. She smiles for Wanda, crookedly.]

I apologise.

[She thinks about that one for a moment.]

Asgardian parties tend to be feasts. Large plates of whole fire-charred animal, copious booze, not really much else. Eating, drinking, brawling- and in my brother's case, usually some amount of wenching on the side. You've met some version of my brother, presumably?

I can imagine.

[She examines the painted nails, watching how the light reflects off the wet paint. This sure is an involved process for one little change...]

Sure can. Hair, skin, eyes, limbs, height… Name a biped and I can imitate it. [There’s an unmistakable pride in her words. She’s one of the most skilled of her kind after all.] So long as it’s not so big that I’d need more mass to match it.

[Better get used to it if you plan to keep Wanda around, Loki.

She can picture it, can supplement it with the few flashes she saw of Asgard in Thor's mind - unfortunately she was somewhere between too in a hurry and too distracted by the people and the clothes to focus on the architecture. She remembers it was very golden, very bright.]

It must be beautiful, but I don't think Emiri could handle it. [And especially not this club, not when half of the columns are actually aquariums with space-fish, bubbles, and lights. Pretty, but a good percentage of the Moirans could probably break one with a sneeze.]

I've met the Thor from home. He dreamed of Hel and filled it with dancers. [Wanda sighs. That's what she gets for leaving the scenery details to the imagination...unless it isn't actually as scary as she thought it should be.]

I wouldn't know about beautiful, necessarily, but- certainly I wouldn't want my family in here.

[She sketches in mid-air, a quick squiggle of glowing green hanging in midair before it expands slightly, a photograph-sized illusion of Asgard from the outside, a fortress city of white walls and red roofs. She zooms in, through the streets and buildings, into one of the drinking halls- firelit and rough tables and food everywhere, Thor and the Warriors Three sat together drinking, Sif nearby. It's an outsider's view, Loki's view from before, but it's the best way she has to illustrate it.]

Mmm. Thor never changes all that much. Thoughtless and reckless and endlessly trusting- even when it makes no sense at all. But... yes, Hel is reckoned a nightmare for us. Where the cowards go when they die, cold and barren and not terribly pleasant.

[Wanda watches with interest, as she always does when someone else is doing magic.]

Even this is different. [Less golden, somehow less alien to someone who grew up in the shadows of a white castle despite the scale. It's still a little jarring to see the differences between the two worlds so obviously displayed. Thor, at least, is unmistakable - he really doesn't change.]

We would definitely be thrown out if anyone tried to do that here. If there was anything left of the building.

[She shifts uncomfortably when Loki explains Hel, tries to hide it with taking another drink. And here Wanda thought she'd pulled her punches...whoops. Better change the subject - the 'no bad thoughts' rule applies to her, too.]

So what were you doing in an Earth club?

Asgard's changed, once or twice. Mostly, admittedly, because it ended up destroyed one way or another.

[...Mostly because of Loki, honestly, and for a moment she looks distant and perhaps a little guilty. For a moment, the illusion changes, flickering between a world of ash, rubble, dead time and stark bare trees and an odd futuristic-ancient city, before Loki crushes the picture between both hands.]

Bar brawls are not a fun sport, no.

[No matter what her brother might have thought. She smiles, though, looking almost enthusiastic, for once the teenager her physical form suggests.]

The first time? Exploring, mostly. Midgard is fascinating, sometimes. So much technology and so many different people. Asgardians change little, but Midgard- things change all the time.

[This feels like something she was not supposed to see, some sort of intrusive thought that was accidentally broadcast through the illusion. Wanda shoots Loki a concerned glance but doesn't comment.

~~this wasn't supposed to be a meeting of the 'it's my fault my home was destroyed' club~~]

We have to. We can't snap our fingers and make things happen, not usually. So we have phones and cars and fish in the columns. [She's being facetious on the last bit, unable to decide if it's incredibly tacky or really cool. Life's short, add space-fish? Oh, Emiri...

The song changes and this one is even worse. What happened to the decent stuff they'd been playing when Wanda had gone scouting yesterday? Does it still count as abusing her powers if she's doing stuff to save their ears?]

And very bad music.

Neither can most Asgardians, honestly- or most inhabitants of any of the ten realms. It's more or less me, Billy, and the slightly less charming version of you. Besides, it's... hard for gods to change.

[Like, getting yourself killed to do so hard. She smiles, though, because ruining Wanda's evening wasn't part of the plan, and she rather likes Wanda enough to not want to mess things up for her.]

The fish in the columns are certainly an interesting touch. Hard to keep pretty though, I'd have thought. The music...

[She's voluntarily listened to One Direction, and this is way worse.]

...it's a little sickly. I'd ask if anyone really ever felt that way about anyone, but- I suppose I know one or two people that do.

~~MAGNETS WITH NAILPOLISH?? MIND TOTALLY BLOWN!~~

"Hmm..." Elizabeth looks at the two and contemplates what it might look like. Ultimately she decides against it. "What about that dark blue with the moons? There's a dark blue, right?"

"Mm..." Elizabeth nods. She does seem to be more refined, not the kind to put one of every color on probably, but surely there's a color she'd like...

"What about that burgundy one? I don't think it had any spangles or shapes or anything like that in it, just a nice color."

And not black or green.

It's... certainly not a colour she's wearing, at least. She sits carefully on a stool, head tilted to the side.

"It's different, yes. Sorry, I'm- not very used to this."

She can put together a diguise almost perfectly, but... choosing things for herself is different.

"Neither am I," Elizabeth admits with a little laugh. She pulls up a stool as well, if only to sit with her. "Before tonight, I only put on red nailpolish once. The sheer number of colors available just right here is enough to boggle my mind."

"Midgard- Earth is very good at that, yes. So much choice, so little time, I wonder how the inhabitants get anything done sometimes."

She doesn't really understand it. Asgardians live very long lives, and yet they change so little. Humans, with their short mortal lifespans- they have so much choice, invent so many new things in so little time, and it's both bewildering and fascinating.

Still, she opens the tiny bottle carefully, paints one nail. It doesn't show up all that clearly against the black yet, but... perhaps after another coat or two.

"...maybe because they're never aware of how much choice they have, but very aware of how little time. There's a constant panic to make it count."

She watches the other woman paint her nail, head tilted. "Oh, I think it could be very nice with another coat!"

[open] girls just want to have fun

Wanda Maximoff | OTA

The Moira!

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Elizabeth DeWitt || OTA

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Avelle

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Moira

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