10487/I Like This Room

I Like This Room
Date of Scene:	19 December 2019
Location:	Wanda's Room, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver

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Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda is clearly in the process of redecorating. For one, there is a living tree in a pot that glows with lights not at any point attached to wires. They float and glow in a sparkly accumulation of bright colours, though very much in the jewel toned side of things. Ornaments, though, those are glass and ceramic and metal, such as the mood takes her. A string of popcorn winds around the doorway, interspersed with cranberries because the Scarlet Witch /does/ need scarlet in her life. A bowl of more popcorn waits to be eaten or assembled into garland, as it is. Standing on tiptoe to look at the rather cluttered array of /things/, she wrinkles her nose. "What do I do with you? A pile of mirrors would be altogether too vain or a ballet studio..." Her thoughts are spoken aloud to no one in particular as she gives a light wave of her hand. Things shift, the force pushing them aside an unusual use of her powers but not out of the ordinary. Instead, that opens up the floor and stretch of wall. About the only thing she has settled on are a series of antique map prints and several lovely natural photographs of Iceland and Paris and other such places hanging in a grouping of black frames. It's a strange combination of holiday magic and real magic.

Quicksilver has posed:
While Wanda was redecorating, Pietro was actually in the library reading up on physics. None of it made sense mind you, but he figured that understanding his speed from a scientific point of view could help him learn to both understand his abilities and simply to use them in a more intelligent way. Of course, this plan eventually went completely to shit, considering his general lack of patience and inability to care about science.

So, a blink of an eye and Wanda may feel the loving embrace of Pietro. His arms attempting to wrap around her waist affectionately. "Hey Wanda." He looks around the room a moment, taking it all in with what she's left out and what she's managed to 'fix'. "Redecorating?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Physics, that treat of study, isn't applying here. At least not where it comes to light floating of its own accord, shifting around after being stapled in place with some kind of spell. The door slipping open and shutting might go without notice but a small glyph flares over the door. She barely looks up before there are hugs to be had, and she leans back on her heels in greeting to Pietro. "Hello other me."

That's only fair as she puts down a pair of scissors, leaving them beside the lengths of fabric probably put to some use that isn't mummification or the dance of the four and a half veils. "Redecorating. This is so... so dull. It is not a bad space but it is not mine." She gestures idly with her hand. "I don't know what to do with it."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro seems to humm for a brief moment as he looks around, smiling at the warmth when she leans back on her heels. He does rub her stomach a little bit with his palm absent-mindedly, before he speaks again. "Well, I see you have no qualms at all about adding Scarlet." He winks at her.

He knows full well that her codename is the Scarlet Witch, but he does notice the fabric. "Are you going more...festive or a bit more of your mystical flavor?"

He knows how she likes her baubbles, it was never something that Pietro himself was interested in. But he remembers picking her up and running her to wherever it is she wants to go. Then again, that hasn't changed much at all.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
The boned corset that habitually goes along with many of Wanda's outfits most certainly provides a barrier to stray bouncing ornaments, knives, and pats. "I went for a festive appearance because this is the season of light. The pine smells good, too." Or spruce. Because it's actually a potted blue spruce, and no telling if its roots actually go back into some foreign soil or not. "After going out to Rockefeller Plaza, it seems right to have something. In here, though, in general I want a space better than this." A gesture of her hand indicates the heaps of books and this and that. "I haven't decided what I want. Maybe if it cleans itself up, I can make everything like a dreadful stone dungeon. Will you haul buckets of water up and down the stairs?"

A purely innocent question thrown to Pietro as she leans forward and turns, grinning at him.

Quicksilver has posed:
Her very nice corset was smooth to the touch. Pietro was definitely a texture person, so he was still idly exploring with his hands a little bit before she finally leaves his grasp. When she gives him that knowing look, like she already knows he'll do it if she asks, Pietro sighs a little bit.

"Do you want me to haul buckets of water up and down the stairs?" Did he want to? No. Would he do it for Wanda? Yes. "Whats my reward if I do it?" He asks Wanda, because there's always a bargain. Not really though, he's just being playful.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"You could use a broom and a mop.. Imagine. It would be done quickly, just in time for you to do it again." Speedster Sorcerer's Apprentice, that's a terrifying thought. Wanda smiles a fraction more. "It would be better than my apprenticeship to Agatha, I promise. You would at least be allowed to sleep. What is your reward? Sleep? A pastry?"

Questions not quite answered, even as she laughs aloud in sunny consideration. "What do you want, I suppose? It is an important question, da?"

Quicksilver has posed:
"I'm not good with brooms." Pietro says in a deadpan expression, before he sighs just a little bit and widens his arms when she asks him what he might want. "Better than your apprenticeship to Agatha? Bold claim, Wanda.

But he gives his offer nonetheless.

"Maybe a warm kiss and hug for your other half because of all the hard work he does for you?" Still wanting to earn her affection and favortism, even if he has literally no reason to earn anything. They've been close and tied at the hip since they exited the womb.