xp_logs | Marie-Ange and Wanda, ice cream, tea and checking in.

Quite backdated, all the way to June. Wanda comes by Marie-Ange and Amanda's to share ice cream with Marie-Ange and check in with her. Marie-Ange successfully makes tea and does not set the kitchen on fire! It is a summer miracle!

Barefoot, Wanda made her way down the hall to Amanda's set of rooms. She'd known in the back of her mind that Marie-Ange was still rooming with the young witch and since she hadn't heard anything different, she was assuming that nothing had changed. If it had, she'd just end up wandering the halls with two tubs of ice cream. She'd eventually find someone who'd share with her.

But she rather thought she'd have a good chance of finding Marie-Ange in those rooms. They were quiet, at least.

Marie-Ange opened the door, slightly mussed looking, and in a tank top and pair of pajama pants that were clearly stolen from Wade - the little flamingos were doing a conga line up one leg, around the back and down the other, and blinked a few times. "Were you the phone? I am sorry. I took a vicodin nap." She'd had more than her fair share of headaches since getting back, even more than a week later. "What time is it?"

"To be completely honest, I haven't the slightest," Wanda admitted, looking at the pajama pants with obvious amusement. She was almost dressed as casually, sporting a loose pair of jeans and some random tourist t-shirt she'd picked up on her travels when she'd run out of clean clothes. She was starting to come out of her post Genosha fugue and mental struggle over the whole Agatha thing when she'd been struck with the sudden need for people. Specifically, her people. Wanda held up the tubs of ice cream and raised an eyebrow. "Care for sugar, cream and company? It's like high tea but with brain freeze."

"If you eat it slowly you do not get the frozen brain." Marie-Ange said, opening the door wider. "I can make tea! Without burning the kettle, even. And there are even clean spoons." She was assuming they would just eat from the tubs because that is what you did with ice cream, unless it was on a stick or in a cone.

"You must be feeling somewhat better if there are clean spoons." When there was enough room, Wanda entered the apartment and made a beeline for the couch. Because that's generally where one ate ice cream out of the tub at (except the actual tub). "Tea does sound fantastic, actually. It has generally been too warm for it but I have been in the air conditioning all day."

Marie-Ange leaned in all secrets and conspiracy. "We got a cleaner. The same one as the time when the madman tried to take over the city, and the same one as the time with the bugs." Of course, it had been different apartments then, but still the same discreet professional cleaners. "They did the dishes." She wasn't... quite sure Amanda knew, but wouldn't Amanda have to know?

Once they were seated, Marie-Ange opened one of the ice creams and looked at it. "Oh good. Not orange. Orange is banned."

"I figured as much," Wanda replied. She was sitting cross legged on the couch now and propped her elbows on her knees so she could stabilize her carton of ice cream. Hers was chocolate chip, one of her ultimate weakness when it came to anything cold and sweet. She was incredibly amused by the fact that Marie-Ange had retained a cleaner on multiple occasions and, had to admit, the idea had a lot of merit. Suddenly she narrowed her eyes slightly. "Was that potentially why my place was dust free by chance?"

"Perhaps." The potential rest of any answer was cut off by a mouthful of raspberry chocolate-swirl cheesecake ice cream (Wanda had the best taste) and then Marie-Ange digging into the tub with her spoon for more chocolate before she got up to make tea. Chocolate was necessary if she was going to make the kettle work properly. "I think they also saw fit to make sure all of the bad foods were moved to Cammie's apartment. No sense in wasting it, after all." She unfolded, though very slightly wobbly, and moved to the kitchen. "Are we off caffeine, or no? I have green, if you are off caffeine."

"My reaction to Genosha was apparently to sleep all of the time, probably to avoid actually thinking, so, yes, caffeine would be lovely." Wanda was now twisting slightly to follow Marie-Ange's progress. Also while still eating ice cream. Because she had priorities. "I was going to try to make this less obvious but I have lost my ability to be subtle. How are you doing?"

Black tea then. Marie-Ange put off answering until she'd rummaged through the tins of tea until she found one that fit all the appropriate criteria - black, loose leaf, not one of Amanda's herbal remedies that smelled and tasted of dryer lint, in bulk in case she ruined it somehow - and had the kettle going. "Still very tired, and the headaches are bad, but not as bad as some of the others. The worst I had was an interrogator trying to threaten me with bodily harm for lying when I had no intention of lying to him, and listening to Clarice cry herself to sleep." And if she did not mention punching Doug in the face for the slip about Wade, well, no one would necessarily need to hear about that.

Wanda's eyes slid shut for a moment. It said something about their life that they thought what they'd been hadn't been as bad and, sadly, even more about what happened that Marie-Ange was right. "I am glad you're starting to feel better. The exhaustion seems to be never ending and I hope it means you are actually sleeping instead of being racked by insomnia." Because there was nothing worse than being exhausted and watching the sunrise day after day. Wanda had been there. Hell, she was pretty sure they all had been there.

"No, surprisingly, no insomnia except for the plane home. Though, the Vicodin is perhaps helping." Marie-Ange explained. "And yes, I am making sure I am careful with it. I do not want to end up in the same situation as David." The underlying "that idiot" was subtle, but there. "Quite careful. If I want to take more than a small dose, I have to go find Amanda, or visit my office." Which meant shoes, and a shower, and the subway.

North overdosing on top of Genosha just ... Wanda could sort of understand it. Sort of. But for the most part, she felt scared for him, angry at him and helpless. Which was one of the reasons she'd needed to seek out company of those she hadn't seen in so long. It prevented her from dwelling on all the bits and pieces that were swirling around in her brain. "You know what you're doing, you always have." But the fact was that David probably knew, too, and that scared her. "And smart. That helps."

"I know what I am going to be doing next month, which also helps." Marie-Ange said, with a amused smile. "But knowing what I am doing is not always enough. I knew what I was doing in New Orleans, and we knew what we were doing in Genosha." The kettle whistled, and she moved to take it off the burner and pour hot water into mugs. "You know what you are doing chasing the winds to find your teacher, but knowing what we are doing and making the right decisions, not always the same, yes? Are you home, for good?"

And there was the million dollar question and one that Wanda was not surprised at all to have been asked. And in such a uniquely Marie-Ange fashion too - which, of course, meant that what her friend had been saying had been as accurate as one can get. "I ... believe so," she said slowly, putting the ice cream container on her lap so she could focus more on Marie-Ange prepare the tea. "I think I have known for some time that I am either chasing after rumors or a ghost but it was hard to admit to myself. But I realized how insane it was when I was trying to book a flight to Egypt barely days after returning from Genosha. And I realized how tired I was."

"I was told about the attempt to book a flight." Marie-Ange said, nodding over the pair of mugs of tea. "I would suggest Wade write an apology to your travel agent, but really, I kept giggling when he told me." She handed one mug over, and then curled back up on the sofa. "Perhaps you should see if Adrienne can find anything from something your teacher owned?"

"Did he tell you he made a new friend when I threw a skull at him?" she asked, drawing legs up when she leaned against the arm rest so she could cradle her hot mug of tea between her knees. "I might have to hide Wilfred for a few days ..." Still too hot to drink, Wanda still enjoyed the almost too hot feel of the cup between her palms. It was soothing. "That is a rather good idea - I'll have to remember to ask Adrienne if she wouldn't mind. We're having some of Agatha's personal possessions sent over and several are from her study where she was attacked."

"He mentioned making a friend, he did not tell me it was a skull!" Marie-Ange laughed into her mug. "Just get him a skull of his own, he will leave yours alone long enough to forget you have one." Wade's attention span was... special sometimes. "I have not seen anything at all, but I also have not tried since a few weeks before we left for Genosha. The influence of your powers... " she waved a hand at the tea and the ice cream. "Curdles my brains. As if I mixed these. Not a good combination."

Actually, getting Wade a skull wasn't a bad idea. She did want to thank him for, well, giving her a much needed wake up call and she did have a few extra laying around her work space. A skull with a funny hat seemed right up his alley. Wanda grimaced at the tea and ice cream mixing idea. "I seem to have that effect on people," she drawled, taking a sip of her tea. "But those that see the future, telepaths and empaths seem to have it the worse. Which means that I must be a load of fun for you when you need to do your ... thing." She wiggled her fingers in Marie-Ange's direction.

Marie-Ange laughed. "That is what the very good drugs are for. If I have to read for you, I do nothing else the rest of the day." She fidgeted with her spoon for a moment and then dug a piece of cheesecake out of the ice cream and ate it. "I had the same problem for Cain, and sometimes for Illyana. It seems to be related to the extra-dimensional entities, but I am not inclined to try to seek out further subjects to test."

"Oh god, please, do not. I have had enough of meddling elder gods to last a life time and they keep, for whatever reason, seeking us out! We should try and avoid seeking them out." The tea was now cool enough to drink in larger amounts than small sips and Wanda took advantage. "Thankfully we do not seem to be collecting anymore extra-dimensionally touched these days."

"And now you have jinxed it. Tomorrow, Copenhagen is eaten by ... giant flamingo demons." Marie-Ange said, and then popped her spoon into her mouth looking altogether much too innocent for someone whose pajama pants had flamingos on them.

Wanda stared at her pants, then at Marie-Ange's far too innocent expression. Putting the tea down, she grabbed the ice cream. "If that day should ever come to pass, let it state that I have always enjoyed your company. soon to be Queen of Copenhagen and Controller of Flamingo Demons."