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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.]

Comments

[apocalypsewench]

Likewise. What are you doing out and about?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She indicated the wicker shopping basket hooked over her arm.]

Just some light shopping. I found this lovely little market and couldn't bear not to look around a bit.

[apocalypsewench]

It is a nice little place. Does it remind you any of home?

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

A little, yes. It is much bigger, though. And the people are different, obviously.

[apocalypsewench]

Of course. Your village must be very small in comparison to New York.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

"Small" doesn't even seem adequate, for such an extreme comparison.

[apocalypsewench]

It must be a lot to get used to.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

It is, definitely. But almost everyone I have met here has been so kind, and so helpful -- the transition is a lot easier than it could have been, I think.