Alison and Wanda

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After the day's weirdness, Wanda finds Alison at her door. Alison is cheerful and yet rather firm on Wanda not hurting Cain's feelings and Wanda protests that it's not like that. They go on to ways of dumping Remy in the lake and then it all goes downhill from there. Talk about a gigglefit. Also, very late after Alison gets back from her dancing with Kurt.



Wanda gave her hair another brisk rub with the towel before tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. The last few days had been _interesting_ to say the least and she didn't know if she wanted to strangle Remy or laugh hysterically. Possibly both. Pulling the robe around her tighter, she poked in her closet. Her clothes were starting to run low. It was either time to head out, which did not appeal to her, or gather some things from her apartment. Plus, of course, shopping.

Humming cheerfully to herself, Alison knocked on the door idly, the pattern one which resembled closely Grieg's main passage from In the hall of the mountain king. Which of course, meant nothing at all and wasn't anything to worry about in the least. She was, after all, smiling. Cheerfully so.

Surprised, she glanced at the door, recognizing the tune. After making sure the robe was tight and secure, she walked over and opened it up. "Alison!" She smiled, opening it further. "Come in, what can I do for you?"

"Hi!" Perky greeting, full of good humor, that was the ticket, Alison thought serenely. "I was just wandering over to fulfill my duties. Of course, they're unofficial duties and I'm pretty much taking them up all on my own, but well... someone has to." She nodded to herself, perfectly pleased with her justification.

"Oh?" This could be interesting, she decided. "Please, have a seat. I need to try and tame what I can of this mop. The water pressure here does wonders even to my hair."

That was a lot of hair. Alison repressed a shiver as the air danced on the back of her neck tauntingly, reminding of what exactly had happened to her own one long hair, in Asgard. "Sure," she replied easily, finding a chair to perch on easily enough.

Finding a brush, Wanda began to attack it gently as she settled on the bed facing Alison. "So, what is this unofficial duty you're performing?" she asked curious.

"Ah!" Grinning, Alison straightened up, coughing a bit to clear her throat. This was Important. "So, by self-appointed decision, it is my most solemn duty to inform you that..." she raised an eyebrow at Wanda, giving her a Solemn Look. "You break his heart, I'll break your legs." She probably sounded too cheerful saying it, but 1) it was fun and 2) she did mean every word, but intimidation just wasn't her thing.

Wanda paused in mid-brush and started at Alison. "I thought we had..." she stopped and thought, groaning. "Oh, this is not about Scott and Betsy. This is about Cain. Can I say that Remy really should be pushed into the lake, with a great deal of rocks in his pockets? Honestly, I do not have much interest in Cain, that way. Really. And I had _shorts_ under the shirt..." She shook her head. "The important details got lost on Remy, I think."

"Uh huh." The word 'suuuure' wasn't spoken out loud, yet somehow it was clearly shared with Wanda. Still grinning, Alison leaned back, a very annoying grin still plastered on her face. "If you say so."

"Really, I don't." Another few pulls and she managed to kill at least three knots. "In fact, he does...something to my head. I'm not sure. We can talk civilly but there is something under the surface that gets to both of us. The man literally gave me a headache the first time I met him. I don't know if it's my power..." She shook her head. "So, no, I do not foresee anything between us."

"Okay. I believe you." Alison nodded wisely, examining her nails studiously. "Something that gets to you both, nothing there at all. Yep." She smiled brightly as she looked back up at Wanda, waiting to hear if there would be any more excuses at that.

"...there is nothing I can say that will get you to believe me," Wanda groused, not really irritated. In fact, she was impressed at how close everyone was in the mansion. Being the new outsider was always a little difficult until one settled in fully. "Can we still throw Remy into the lake?"

Ooh, that was a nice peace offering. "I'll even point out the biggest nicest rocks out on the jogging trails," Alison purred in reply, shifting from her 'this is a serious talk don't laugh' pose to a lazy, curled up sort of position.

She relaxed slightly. Alison was not one that she would ever want to cross paths with, she realized. Not with that protective streak of hers. "I have noticed them when I've been out running," she murmured, thinking of that one really large one she'd nearly tripped on her first day running. Nice, solid, heavy. Perfect sinking stone. "He would make a nice splooshing noise."

"And the bubbles rising to the surface would be very musical I'm sure," Alison answered, one hand fluttering up in a wavy pattern, miming bubbles floating up lazily. "He could probably hold his breath for a while. We'd have to make sure he couldn't untie himself." She frowned a bit, pondering that particular issue.

"From what I've head, he's very tricky when it comes to things like that." Wanda frowned and tapped her fingers on her desk in an effort to think. "Perhaps hog tying him would work?"

"I dunno. Maybe if the rope went from his feet up to right under his chin. Hrm." She pondered the notion far too seriously. "I think Cain should just squooosh flat with the rock first, then tie him to it and chuck the whole kit and caboodle in the lake."

She giggled slightly at the noise Alison made. "But that would mean nasty things in the lake, which is gorgeous right now. Maybe he should just sit on him in the water."

"Don't care how invulnerable he is, if Remy bites him in the butt Cain might end up with rabies and how do you give someone who's invulnerable a rabies shot, huh?" Alison wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought.

Very slowly, Wanda put down her hair brush as she was suddenly in the midst of a very low pitched giggle fit. "The image of...Remy biting Cain on the butt..." At that she lost it, a hand over her mouth as she tried to stop laughing but it was very hard to.

Killing Wanda by making her laugh herself to death was one option, but it was somewhat spoiled by the fact that the attack of giggles was completely contagious and Alison herself was soon laughing as well, unable to stop once she'd started. She didn't help the situation she knew, by snapping her thumb and fingers together in a pretend bite motion each time things seemed to get back under control.

Every time Wanda looked up at Alison, she was doing that hand motion which simply just set her off in another giggling spree. Her ribs were protesting but there was not much she could do, other than hold them with her arm as she gasped for breath. That particular image would not leave her mind!

Clinging to the arm of the chair, reduced to flapping her hand weakly each time, Alison tried to stop giggling long enough to catch her breath. Without much success. At this point it was almost more amusing to send Wanda into another fit of giggles with the silly hand flap thing than what they'd originally been talking about - until the mental image sprung into being again, which meant laughing about it all over again.

"Ow ow," she managed, still bent over slightly. She was trying her best not to look at Alison, who was nearly falling out of the chair while laughing. And still doing those hand waves that kept her in giggles. "I am not going to be able to look at either them with a straight face for a while."

Instantly, Alison promised herself to do that hand flap thing when Cain was there, if only to see the look on his face as both women burst into laughter. (Remy, she was still planning on avoiding, hence no plans being required there in the least, other than heavy rocks and various methods one might use to drown him.) "Good... to know." She grinned wickedly for a moment, waggling her fingers at the other woman.

Another snort of giggles exploded from Wanda, who was nearly biting her lip clean through in an attempt to keep from laughing. "I have not laughed that hard in a very long while," she admitted, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Oooh, her ribs were going to ache in the morning, Alison thought, succumbing to a fresh wave of laughter in spite of herself. It was contagious now and they were both doomed to die laughing. "Ow..." she whimpered once, before losing it again. "Me neither." Another muffled giggle escaped her.

"If I...die from this," Wanda snickered, both hands on her ribs, "I demand my grave says 'This was all Alison Blaire's fault'." Another round of laughter, thankfully not as intense, came after that declaration.

"But what a way to go!" Alison snickered fitfully, hand pressed on her stomach, somehow still not falling off the chair. Managing to get more air in than giggles out, she finally took a deep breath, determinedly not looking at Wanda. Or giving in to the urge to flap her hand one last time.

Determined to stop laughing, she focused on her ceiling, trying to count the cracks in her ceiling like she could count the strings in her head when her power was on. It worked, kind of. But not really.

For her part, Alison pressed one hand to her mouth, still trying to bring her breathing under control, wincing at the soreness of her ribs. She'd already laughed a fair bit earlier what with the stunt she and Kurt had pulled at the dancing club - this really wasn't helping with the not feeling it in the morning bit. A peek at Wanda didn't help either, another muffled giggle resulting in that.

Wanda was suddenly grateful for the long, hot shower she had taken. If it hadn't been for that, she would have been in much more pain. Serious amounts of pain. "Who...wants to explain to the good doctors...why we have hurt ribs?" she asked, gasping for air.

"You!" was all Alison could manage before succumbing to more laughter. Oh, this was going to hurt. She couldn't help it, and flapped her hand at Wanda some more. "Am... still holding... doctor's pet title! Not losing it!" That she somehow managed to gasp out the words with the renewed laughter taking over amazed her, really.

"Blame in on the new one!" Wanda gasped, waving her hands. "Always our fault!"

"Means you fit," she stopped in mid-sentence, unable to breathe for a moment, "right in!" And with that she gave up on any pretense at control, slipping from the chair to sit on the ground, laughing helplessly.