A Witch Alone....

[Wanda comes on, laughing, and it's not a kind laugh, or a merry laugh. It has a cruel, mocking tone to it, and from the way she's struggling to breathe it's the tail end of a serious bout. There is no indication of what she's laughing at. Perhaps she's simply snapped. But she controls herself after a few moments, and looks at the screen.]

Morning, multiverse.

[She is dressed per the usual in red and black, in a strappy leather uniform with opera length gauntlets, a midriff top and her usual klunky tank boots. It's a considerable upgrade from her old ripped catsuit. Her hair is growing out, and her eyes are so sunken they barely need the kohl she's shaded in around them. Her expression is hard, and her arms folded as she leans back in her desk chair.]

My name is Wanda Maximoff. I'm two months shy of nineteen years old. I've been falsely imprisoned in this place for a year and a half. Supposedly I am here for "redemption" and a second chance. In reality, this place has robbed me of innocence, hope, and faith in authority figures of any sort. When I get out of here--and I will get out--I need to find a world that's actually worth staying in, working to benefit, and defending. I'm interested in hearing about where as many people as possible come from, what problems your world is facing, and how your society deals with those who are more than human. Thanks in advance for your time. I'll be keeping my comm channel open all day.

[Her smile is strictly businesslike. She doesn't care if she hears from anyone from her homeworld.]

[spam for deck]
[She's managed to control herself fairly well after everything that Morgana and her idiot crony did, but she's still been a ball of rage and disgust ever since. It took everything she had not to utterly destroy Morgana's room after taking Mozenrath down to the Infirmary. But she did not after all, only because she knew that it would cause Mozenrath more headaches in the end. It certainly wasn't out of any sympathy for Morgana.]

[She lets out another bitter laugh as she steps out of the elevator onto the deck, headed for the Warden Area. She wants into the new practice chamber. After that, since she missed on Saturday recovering from patching the damn hull, she is hitting the pub.]

[She reaches the door to the Warden Area and waits for someone to come in or out. Not having a Warden can be a pain in the ass sometimes.]