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[witchweird]

(OOC Note: takes place after this.)

[Wanda starts off with confidence; she's familiar with this idea of video posting. She smiles. She looks directly at the camera.]

Hello. I'm Wanda, and I'm new here.

[New. Again. Wanda's gaze moves past the camera, the words she had planned drying up. Who out there really cares about one more arrival? And does she really care about arriving in yet another strange place? She fiddles around with the camera angle, so that it shows more of her, sitting in a leafy bower. She plucks a nearby leaf and shreds it in her hands along the line of the veins.]

I am...

[From off camera, a voice shouts something about 'water for the portcullis?' Wanda glances in that direction, and then gives a little shrug. Really, all she wanted was to put her image out on the network just in case her brother is out there somewhere. She's done that. Nothing else matters.]

I am...

[I am so tired, she wants to say, but even that suddenly seems like too much to say. Or too little.]

I am here, Pietro, if you are out there.

[Too much. More than she's said of pure truth in a very long time. She could redo this, but her expression is crumpling and she doesn't think she could do any better. She gives a wavering smile and stops the recording. Posts it before she can change her mind.]