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[Okay, kidnappings on top of kidnappings? Seriously? To say that wasn't cool would definitely be the understatement of the year. One she wasn't going to touch with a ten foot pole. It would, she told herself as she trekked from the edge woods to her building, be best to just forget the whole matter. Maybe pretend that the past month was just something out of a crazy, deranged nightmare.

Because, holy shit, had she really been dating Clint Barton?!? God, was it too much to just wish it was all a dream? But no. Those stupid purple wings had been there when she had woken up in the woods (again!). And plucking a feather from the wings had hurt far too much.

First stop, shower. Second stop, Billy and Teddy's apartment to play the good friend card and announce her return in person. Thirdly? Something - anything - to blow off some steam.

Later that day, Kate can be found at the Battledome shooting arrow after arrow at stationary targets. And missing every time. When she's finally had enough, she makes her way over to the coffee shop. It's there that she takes out the journal and begins to talk:]

Someone tell me they've considered revolting. Because I'm starting to get really tired of this place and our damned keepers. Y'know, I don't care if I'm preaching to the choir, but shifts seriously suck. Actually, everything here kind of sucks right now.

How long do these kidnapping effects last anyway?

[Because not hitting the target from five feet away? She hasn't been that bad since she was a child. Forget about the fact that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have met those robots that came for her with explosive arrows. Call it habit. Or something.]

Actually, forget that. If it's more than a day, I really don't want to know right now. Someone want to go dancing tonight?

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[She reaches back to scratch at the crown of her head somewhat sheepishly.]

Did I mention my dad owns Bishop Publishing? We're kind of rich.

Bishop... Publishing. [The name doesn't ring a bell. But the explanation that follows as plain enough.] Ahhh. So you have to be rich to find the money clubs. ... I guess that makes sense. [She hops up to sit on the bar, swinging her legs around to the other side, having found the bar to be dry. She pays no heed to the dust she kicks up.] What do you do if someone without money finds the club?

[The hesitation makes her roll her eyes just a little. It's a reminder that while Wanda might exist in their world, apparently Kate and the other Young Avengers don't necessarily exist in hers. Or maybe they just haven't been born yet. Either way, Kate has yet to meet someone whose actually heard of some alternate universe version of herself.

But she brushes it off quickly enough, leaning back against one of the booths and crossing her arms over her chest.] Me? I never really cared one way or another. I'd make a lousy hero if I let something like social stature actually get to me.

Well-- you're a good person. ... one of the first humans I've met to actually-- talk to me, and not just start yelling, 'Myehh, myehh, mutant menace, myeahh.' [Her voice pitches up slightly, and she's clearly mocking someone as she rolls her eyes, and lifts her hands to making little talking mouths with them. She looks back to Kate and smiles.] So you... I wouldn't worry about.

[She keeps quiet on the fate of the mutants in her universe. Mostly because, well, it had been the Scarlet Witch's fault to begin with. There's a list a mile wide that never needs to be told to this Wanda. But Kate's never exactly been the best at walking on egg shells.]

You've met my friends. [Kate returns the smile and adds in a slight shrug.] Race and species don't exactly matter, either.

See...? Like I said; You're one of the good ones. ... You get it. [She hops off the bar, stirring up a bunch of dust all over again. She gazes around the club.]

I dunno. I... like this space. But. That may just be because it's... It has space. And I don't know where else we would put a club. ... Except maybe at the school. But that's a school.

[Kate looks around, wrinkling her nose at all the dust and what she still considers semi-dated decor. It's not a bad space, but...]

Can't we just magic something up?

Hmm. If we were back home... yes. Here? I'm not so sure. ... I hate the power cap. [She adds as a grumbling asside to no one in particular.]

I could-- alter a space however we want. [Probably.] But making one. ... Hmm. [Her fingers twitch vaguely, as she considers what sort of hex that would be.]

[Kate frowns. God dammit. She had forgotten all about that power cap. That means asking Billy for the same kind of help.]

Okay, um. Let me look around. I'll see who else is out there.

[Because there's got to be someone or something that can do this. All these houses haven't appeared out of thin air.]

Alright. [Wanda nods, affirmatively.] So then... we're agreed on not... this place, then?

Agreed. [She looks around the room and nods in confirmation. Then, her eyes settle on the sound equipment in one corner. Kate nods in the direction of the stage.] Except that. We're taking all of that.

That... I think we can manage. [Wanda gets a little smirk on her face, one she hasn't had much call for ever since coming to Luceti. It's the smirk she gets when she gets to use her powers, and in a way she's confident in. A little arrogant, to be honest.

Lifting up one hand, near her face, her hex aura lights up as she heads for the sound equipment.]

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