Logs:Mutants on a plane
| Mutants on a plane | |
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See, I'll give you the stars from the bruised ev 'nin' sky and a crown of jewels for your head, now. | |
| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia
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2020-08-13 Introduction to the twins as they arrive in NYC via shady means. Wanda gets upset and they use their powers in public. Sneaky like. Then they hug. Aw. |
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(Wanda sat next to the window in first class. She wasn't sure where Pietro went off to, but he better return quick. She wanted to get off the plane before someone back home realized their money was stolen to pay for this little trip. The clouds were fluffy and she could just lose herself in the image-- until Pietro came back. "What took you so long??" Staring up at the ceiling on his way back, Pietro uncomfortably shuffled his way back to his seat. With a huff, he finally sat down and put a hand to his head in a gesture of woe. "This was a terrible idea," her brother tells her, curling towards Wanda and opening his coat to covertly show her the outrageous amount of peanut packs he pilfered from the staff. "I'm starving." "What? No. We're going to find him." Wanda reached over and grabbed a bag of peanuts. "I don't know if we should order any food, that might get back to the owner of the card..." Just then, a flight attendant walked by. He smiled at them, but narrowed his eyes at Pietro. Wanda started to play with the table on the back of the seat. "How much longer?" Directed at Pietro, not the flight attendant. Pietro quickly closed up his coat once he heard the attendant chat leisurely with the row behind him and palmed a bag of peanuts for himself. "The food's terrible. I saw it. Don't bother." Once out of view of authority, he broke open the bag of peanuts and nearly threw them into his mouth at once. "This is a transatlantic flight so it's going to take forever." It's hard to tell if he even chewed or just swallowed the peanuts whole like a snake. "I hope he's already started the mutant revolution before we land...." "We would have heard about it, then." Wanda brings out her phone and uses the over priced wifi to search for anything on "Magneto." She doesn't even know his real name. It takes her a second, but she then smacks Pietro's arm. "Eat slower, you're going to choke. Look at this--" She holds the phone nearly right up to his face. "He's in jail. Been there for a few years." Pietro was already opening another bag as his sister admonished him. "That's absurd. Probably just human propaganda to help them sleep at night." He rolled his eyes and downed another handful of peanuts. "How could they even contain a man like him? With the followers he has? It's all a false sense of security for the status quo." Wanda brought the phone back and curled up in her seat. She continued to read on. They kept in him a plastic prison. Crafty. "You're maybe half right." She liked when Pietro talked about politics like an Adult. She fangirled her brother hard. But wouldn't you too, if he was all you had in your life? Pietro: Another bag of peanuts down, he was starting to gather a small pile of shiny plastic packages on his lap. "Half right?," Pietro says with a slight smile towards his twin. "With everything he had accomplished and the connection he must have there is no possible way he's wasting away under lock and key." More peanuts. "Once we arrive, we'll be able to gather information on the ground rather than rely on the human-run media." "Maybe he's biding his time for more followers. Maybe we need to not only gather information, but recruit." This girl barely finished high school and here she was signing up for the Magneto Corps. "Aren't you thirsty? Go steal us a Coke." "Maybe he'll only need us," Pietro replied, giving his sister a quick wink. Carefully, he craned his neck around the back of his seat to suss out the drink cart's location. "Why thirsty? You've only had one bag." A quick shake of his head as Pietro looked forward again, "Besides, it's surrounded by now and this plane is too cramped." "I thought you were thirsty because I was thirsty." She reached a finger out and pressed it to his temple. "Don't make me look in there, ridnenka, just get me my sugar." Wanda wouldn't ever use her powers on Pietro. She knew he felt the same pain she felt, felt the same love she felt. Still, she threatened it and poked him a few times in the cheek, while making a little "pfft pfft" noise. Pietro winced for show at her pokes, lightly waving them off. "Fine, fine," he relented, stretching as he rose from his seat. He would pull down the moon itself from the stars for his sister, pilfering a couple cans of soda from an air steward's cart was the smallest gesture he could convey upon Wanda. That didn't mean he wasn't going to be a big baby about the whole thing though. Grumbling under his breath about the narrow space, he wove his way through first class to where the drinks were offered.... Wanda could hear a woman's voice lift as Pietro walked back with two delicious diet Cokes. "Please take your seat, young man, we'll be landing soon." She didn't see Pietro steal the drinks, but she didn't like him since him and his weirdo sister got on the plane. So she goes after Pietro, using her large bosoms to crowd him. She either pushes him back into the other part of the plane, or a seat... away from Wanda. While the plane jumps and jiggles and generally makes Wanda's anxiety go crazy. Pietro winced, already uncomfortable without the space he needed to move without someone invading his personal space and making the situation worse. Grinding his molars, he bit back every angry retort he wanted to spit about her looks, her intelligence, her disgusting genetics to the way she did her hair (a bouffant did NOT cover a bald spot!) but instead threw an arm around the headrest of another seat to stand his ground. "My seat is over there!," he said, thrusting a long lanky arm past her face to where Wanda was sitting. "Right there, please?" He put on his best sympathetic face to invoke some pity as the plane rattled the overhead luggage. Nasty Human Woman doesn't hold him down but she sure does continue to stand too close for anyone's comfort. Meanwhile, as the plane hits more turbulence, Wanda covers her ears and pulls her knees up to her chest. "Pietro! Pietro I need you!" With two fingers pressed tight together, Wanda flicks the woman away from Pietro to free him. This is surprising to Human Woman. But only a little, you know, what with the plane shaking and dipping. She quickly goes to a crying child who's mother keeps pressing the call button. Maybe Pietro moved a little too fast, maybe the plane hit a pocket of turbulence that made everyone's ears pop, but he still slides back into his seat in an instant. His arms reach out to gather his sister into his arms and press soft shushing noises to her hair as if trying to coax a cat closer to the touch. "Shhh, shh, it's fine..." Sometimes you're fine, sometimes you're just coping, and then someone comforts you or asks you if you're okay. That's when you crumble. At least, that's what it was like for Wanda. Pietro being there didn't make her more scared, it made her feel like she was able to let out the sob that she eventually let out. Wanda pressed her wet cheek to the boney crook of his neck and sniffled. "I don't like this, I don't like it."
She shared a womb with him, sometimes wondered if he became a mutant because she did, or if it was the other way around. Her parents told her they weren't really hers-- they were quick to remind the twins of that. Her only family, her only friend... the person holding her as the plane skids to a stop. Once everyone starts to get off the plane, Wanda quickly pulls a hoodie on, and a pair of Jackie-O style sunglasses. They're not safe until they've left the airport. ) | |
