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[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff and YOU (seriously, come play with me right now, yes I mean you)
WHERE: an open-air market, somewhere in The City
WHEN: at any point this afternoon
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: Wanda has wandered off on her own and stumbled upon something a little more familiar.
FORMAT: quicklog, or whatever, I’m flexible



[Wanda had been reluctant to venture out of the MAC alone, but Pietro had not answered the door when she knocked, and she really should at least attempt navigation on her own, for once. Of course, having a destination in mind wouldn’t have hurt, but she was not far past the streets she had walked previously when she stumbled upon a delightful little open-air market, all squished-up between two towering brick structures.]

[With a pleased little smile playing about her features, Wanda slips into the crowd -- it is not so frightening as those on the streets were, somehow -- and proceeds to lose herself in the simple task of bargain-hunting.]

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[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[Crowded places weren't places he normally liked. Normally he would do his best to avoid them, but lately he had been curious. Just curious about what it was like to simply be out among other people instead of somewhere in the distance and just observing.]

[It was still uncomfortable though, and it made him feel uneasy which clearly showed on his face as he did his best to keep his distance a little bit at least. Even though he couldn't quite get over the feeling that he maybe stood out a bit, dressed in clothes that were suited for about the middle of the winter.]

[Worried that he might be standing out too much and wanting to avoid attention, he decided to find a shadow to slink into, only to end up bumping into someone as he finally spotted a place he could hide. Deciding just running off like he would've done in the past was too rude, he decided to apologize at least.]

... Oh, sorry.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda started slightly when someone bumped into her, instinctively tightening her hold on her purse before relaxing just as quickly at the realization that no, she wasn't being pick-pocketed. She looked down at the boy with an easy smile.]

That's quite alright -- it is hard not to bump anyone, in such a crowd.

[Noticing his clothing choice, she lifts an eyebrow, though her tone remains friendly.]

Excuse my boldness, but aren't you quite warm, dressed like that?

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[Yoite had expected maybe an 'it's ok' or 'watch where you're going', but not the smile and the calm tone of voice. His view of people in general wasn't very good, but still. After what he had observed, people tended to not be so happy when people crashed into them (he knew he wouldn't be at least.)]

[He tilted his head as the woman asked the question about his clothes and then he shook his head.]

It's cold.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, head tilting as she appraises the weather -- no, definitely not cold.]

I.. see.

[After a moment, she catches herself, and smiles again, shifting her basket onto one arm to offer him the other hand.]

My name is Wanda. What's yours?

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

[It's not hard to see that she finds it strange that he thinks it's cold, but for him it is. It always is, so he doesn't really feel like saying anything more about it.]

[He tilts his head to the side, then glances at her hand, almost considering taking it as that would be the... normal?... thing to do, but then, he isn't exactly normal, so he looks to the side, a bit uncomfortably.]

... Yoite.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[Why someone such as James Bond would find himself in an open-air market in the first place is anybodies guess, but the outcome seems fairly obvious, because he's there, leaning against a little market stall and easily chatting with some highly attractive young female who disappears every now and then to serve her latest customer.]

[Convenient then, that as she wanders off to go greet the latest person showing an interest in her goods, James catches sight of certain other female in the crowd. Brunette. Well proportioned. And yes, incredibly appealing to look at. Which would be why Bond is now trying to catch her eye and offer up a welcoming smile in Wanda's direction. He still looks ever the English gentleman in dark fitted jeans, t-shirt and cardigan, which exactly what he likes to play on with all the Americans around. Chicks dig the accent.]

fancy meeting you here

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[It takes perhaps longer than it should -- Wanda has found herself rather engrossed in the previously inconceivable assortment of vegetables -- but she does eventually look up, and upon doing so immediately notices the well-groomed fellow smiling in her direction. Wanda covertly glances around to make sure -- yes, he is looking at her -- and cautiously returns his smile.]

this is a total surprise :o

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[James would almost be offended by the fact he's fighting for her attention with a vegetable, but she's soon catching his gaze which has his smile growing into far more of a fully-fledged charming, Bond smirk. You know, he thinks he just remembered how much he wanted to go visit those vegetables, so he can't be blamed for sliding over towards the same stall as Wanda.]

Hello.

I'm absolutely shocked

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her smile is a little wider when he reaches her, but she continues to casually browse a tomato stand, eyes crinkling in amusement.]

Hello.

as am i

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Good day for it.

[He comments idly, not even making any sort of effort to act interested in the stall in front of him. It might be an odd approach to things, but this is usual for Bond. Busy areas are like easy hunting grounds, and the fact he has the courage and/or stupidity to talk to total strangers wins him plenty of points with the non-import females around.]

[apocalypsewench]

[Lorna is a little wary about being out again, especially so soon after her brush in with Jono. Still, she's not one who hides from her problems, and ventures out to enjoy the day as much as she can. Maybe a quick journey through a market will clear her head.

Of course, until she finds Wanda. It catches her off guard, and she hesitates before deciding to approach. Her vibrant green hair is very much a give away; Lorna Dane can never look subtle.]

Wanda?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Upon hearing her name, Wanda blinks and turns, then blinks again when she recognizes the hair, and then the face beneath it. Abruptly, she smiles.]

Oh, hello -- we met over the.. the communicators, yes?

[apocalypsewench]

Yes, we did. I'm Lorna.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Her smile broadens.]

It is good to meet you, Lorna -- in person, I mean.

[apocalypsewench]

Likewise. What are you doing out and about?

[equably.livejournal.com]

[ Who knew finding a decent job would be so difficult? Certainly not Connor. He'd spent the past few weeks searching, and while several offers had come up, there wasn't anything he particularly wanted to do. Maybe he was just being too picky with what he was willing to do. ]

[ Regardless, if nothing else, job hunting did get him out and about the city a lot, which was definitely nice. It was also the reason he found himself in the open-air market, only paying cursory attention to what was being sold. ]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[By this time Wanda is absorbed in her shopping, and has only just exchanged what seems like a silly amount of these odd American dollars for a bag of shiny red apples when a particularly colorful vegetable stand catches her eye.]

[Absent-mindedly, the woman ducks and winds her way through the crowd of shoppers towards the stand. She's almost there, too, when she finds herself very nearly crashing into someone walking just beside her destination.]

[With a brief sound of alarm, she manages to stop short of actually bowling into the man, but does briefly catch herself on his shoulder to keep from falling. Just as quickly, she snatches her hand back, turning wide eyes on the stranger.]

I'm so sorry!

[equably.livejournal.com]

[ It was partly Connor's fault too. If he'd actually been paying attention to what was going on around him, then maybe he could have moved out of the poor woman's way so she didn't almost slam into him. ]

[ A little late to worry about that now though. Reflexively, Connor reaches out, ready to catch her if she falls, but she seems to have this covered. ]

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

[ Connor gives a quick reassuring smile. It's not like she meant to do that. He also decides to add in a quick... ]

Are you okay?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Charmed despite her embarrassment, Wanda returns his smile, straightening and shifting her shopping basket on her arm. Coincidentally, this causes her sleeve to slide up slightly, revealing the communicator on her wrist.]

I am, thank you.

[equably.livejournal.com]

That's good to he... ar.

[ Connor intelligently trails off partway through his sentence as soon as he notices that, and because the poor boy has very little concept when it comes to subtleties and keeping certain things secret, he decides to point this kind of obvious fact out. ]

You're one of the people who were ported in here too?

safsahfaf sorry I'm so late!

[goryteller]

[Katurian doesn't have the money to spend in the open air market - not since his recent unemployment - but crowds are strangely more palatable now that the Porter had diminished his supernatural abilities. No longer can he read timelines with a simple flick of his vision. Humanity is more of a mystery. Blind. Frightening. Beautiful.

He choses to take a walk.

He hears a thunk during his push through the crowd, but doesn't think anything of it. It's only thirty seconds later that he realizes he dropped his communicator.]

Oh-- [He looks around.] Um. [He looks down. Nothing.] Fuck.

[He moves back through the crowd, eyes down on the ground. It's gotta be somewhere, right?]

lolol not a problem <3

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Wanda is headed for a cart of particularly shiny red apples when she steps on something that is not the ground and just barely manages to keep her balance. Eyebrows furrowing, she looks down and then blinks at the device at her feet -- an exact replica of the one wrapped around her wrist. Whatever it's made of, it must be very sturdy, as it seems unharmed even when she picks it up to inspect it for some clue as to whom it might belong.]

Re: lolol not a problem <3

[goryteller]

[He sees Wanda with his communicator and his heart catches in his throat. Oh no. He quickens his pace until he reaches her.]

Um, sorry! Sorry, that's my cellphone. [He reaches for it.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[Reflexively, she pulls her hand back from his reach, expression shifting from alarmed (oshit stranger approaching with urgency) to amused (yeah sure whatever buddy). Lips quirking, she shakes back the sleeve of the hand holding Katurian's communicator, revealing the identical one on her arm.]

Try again.

[goryteller]

Oh. [He gives a breathless, relieved laugh. It's not rational, but a tiny part of him is afraid that she won't give it back, that she's the kind to post murders to the Network, something like that. She seems nice enough, so he doesn't let his smile fade.] I didn't recognize your face, I mean, I don't think I've seen you before now. Another import, huh?