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[unbearablynaive]

You have reached the Vision. My apologies, but I am unable to answer in person. Please leave a message.

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[dancingmd]

Vision,

I'm certain you are already aware that Natasha has left the fleet; however, a couple of months ago, she wrote letters to those she was closest to and told me where to find them should she leave before I did. One of the envelopes is addressed to you and Wrath. I will bring it over to the Windrose at your earliest convenience.

Dr. Crusher

[unbearablynaive]

Thank you very much, Dr. Crusher. You're welcome to come over any time.

If it's any comfort, she has gone home to friends. Soon enough she'll meet me as well, from her perspective.

[dancingmd]

I know, and that is a comfort. Thank you.

I'm meeting Wrath on the Windrose shortly. I will come find you after I talk to her?

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[pain_train]

hey vision i have a project i wanna work on but i am a security person and not an engineering person so i think i need some help but charles was telling me there are beaches here and i remember how much fun we had on the beach on that one planet and i think it is very sad that he hasn't gotten to go to the beach because sand is bad for wheelchairs and it's very important to me that he should be able to get around on his own that's important just trust me so is there some kind of repulsorlift or antigrav system we could temporarily rig for him you think well honestly a proper float chair would be better than some temporary thing but i don't know what's possible maybe the other option is to put together a temporary boardwalk to get him out on the beach he said floating around sounds kind of scary but i think that's cause he's not imagining it right a good repulsorlift system is very combat stable and not at all wobbly he'd feel like he was on solid ground anyway so i dunno if this is feasible but what do you think???

like i know i am not an engineering person but if you think we could put something together i think i could still help because i know how to properly balance and use hoverlift and repulsorlift systems and plus i can put all my credits into it so maybe that counts for something hm and you know what erik also is an engineer i wonder if he'd be willing to help...

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[unbearablynaive]

That's an excellent idea, Wrath.

The main barrier to something along those lines would be power. This planet isn't particularly well-equipped with technology, so finding a battery or the materials to build one would necessarily be a priority. It should be simple to allow it to recharge from the ships' engines; they produce more than enough energy.

Personally, I'm more familiar with repulsor lifts than with anti-gravity, as the one is what most of Mr. Stark's robots use and the other is only theoretical to my time.

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[pain_train]

if we get the design in we can always upgrade the power system or whatever later if we get to a planet that has better stuff but yeah just something that he can plug into the ship or whatever overnight would still be a bit help just gotta make sure it's got a backup and a power meter so he doesn't end up stranded somewhere

the big concern i have with repulsorlift is that it tends to be noisier, though i think if it's just a single person load and we're talking max elevation of like one meter and max velocity of maybe 14kph that shouldn't have to be too bad though the repulsorlifts i worked at before tended to have much more squirrely steering but on the other hand if that's all we can do that's all we can do and i'm a big fan of not letting the perfect be the enemy of the get shit done

Video : Private

[passingthrough]

[It is late at night and Kitty was spending tonight on the Tourist, but here she is calling.] Add Sascha to the facial recognition on the Windrose. [The ones set up for The Stalker. And maybe she shouldn't word this like a command to the captain but as composed as she is the next part she's going to mentioned still just happened.]

He attacked or wanted to attack Winn. [Technically he attacked himself apparently.] Hopefully a temporary glitch.

Video : Private

[unbearablynaive]

[Well, now. That's rather unexpected.]

One can hope. I believe we have security footage of him from before; I'll use that and it should be implemented within the hour.

Are you both all right?

Video : Private

[passingthrough]

Thanks.

I didn't encounter him. It happened on the Iskaulit. Apparently the most dangerous ship in the fleet. [Too soon to joke about Winter?]

Winn got pushed into a wall. It's a minor injury. [At least she thinks so now. She'll make sure it gets checked out. Emotionally on the other hand...]

Action; at time of Vision's wake-up

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[As soon as she had heard of Vision's slip into a coma, Wanda has been coming to check on him almost daily. Her time spent either with him or with her brother, who had also fallen into a similar coma. Needless to say, it had left her run a little ragged, as she was also still finishing her recovery from the resurrection. Still, that had not stopped her from continuing to see him, even if all she was capable of doing was just sitting by his bed as he slept.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He doesn't sleep under normal circumstances, not the way a human would, but the Vision does often take some time to process his experiences and give himself a break from input temporarily; the end result at least looks like sleep, and is unfortunately easy enough for the Atroma to hijack when they need him to take a break. Wanda isn't alone in keeping him company: his fluff slug likes to park on him and nap, easily feeding itself from the lichen growing in his tree-like room, and the calico kitten Jellybean finds her way into the room often enough as well. Both of them are out exploring when he awakens, though, leaving Wanda the only one to see him open his eyes and inhale sharply, disoriented.]

Wanda? Is everything well?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[As he stirs and sits up, immediately tears begin to well up in Wanda's eyes. He's finally waking up. She can hardly believe it. She doesn't answer his question, but instead she immediately wraps him in a tight embrace. Her face burrowing into the side of his neck as she starts to cry.]

[After a moment she does speak, but her tone is quiet and her words are muffled as she stays clutching him close.]

I missed you.

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[exothermia]

Vision. Regarding your wall garden on the Windrose, can you provide advice on what's needed to keep plants on a spaceship?

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[unbearablynaive]

[Oho, here's something unexpected - though welcome.]

The most important is soil. From their native habitat, if possible, though the soil on this particular planet ought to be good for most varieties. If you're specifically looking at shelving like I've set up, you'll also require some kind of vessel for each plant or a long planter which can hold several kinds with equivalent water needs.

The default ship lighting is generally the correct wavelength, but a lamp of some sort to give a more uniform brightness to the area would be ideal.

Are you looking to import one of the natives or for something else?

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[exothermia]

Natives. I likely won't do anything as expansive as your wall, but the point about the water is one I hadn't considered.

recorded message

[seeingscarlet]

[It's nighttime, and Wanda's lit mostly by the festive lights on the boat she's in and the ambient glow of the lake. She smiles warmly, stroking a finger along the edge of the screen as if she could touch his cheek through this device.]

Good morning, love. I want to show you something.

[Vision knows her so well that he'll likely be able to detect a hint of sadness in her smile even over the video. She's worried about him although apparently this isn't an uncommon occurrence, and of course she misses him terribly.

Behind her, the mood is jubilant and the bells grow louder as the crowd falls silent in anticipation. Wanda turns the device around so it's pointed at the lake and the sky and for a moment there's nothing but the song of the bells building towards a crescendo--

And then the first firework goes off. And then another, and then another, until the show begins in earnest. It's beautiful, and and occasionally the video picks up Wanda's small gasps at a particularly gorgeous display. She records the entire thing for him, and it's only when the last sparks of color have faded from the sky that she turns the camera back around.

I love you, Vizh. Always.

[She is not going to cry. She is not. This is supposed to be a happy message if she isn't by his side when he finally wakes up...but she can't help but be furious at the Atroma for stealing this from him, from them. They've seen Fourth of July fireworks together, but the new year hadn't come yet and even that was nothing like this.

She manages to hold it together well enough for a softer smile with no hint of tears.]

I promise I will see you soon.

much later

[unbearablynaive]

[For someone who doesn't actually sleep in a normal sense, these little forced naps by the Atroma can pass by without him noticing a thing - or they can leave him with elusive memories of a cold dread and a nameless anxiety. They can be a leader for new memories, or simply a way to pass the time.

This time, he's luckier than he knows that there are no new memories. But the unease is there, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that waking up isn't right, because he shouldn't have been asleep in the first time. That, perhaps more than anything else, accounts for the hesitation and timidity in his voice when he opens his eyes at last to a dark room.]

Wanda?

[Please, he thinks. Please be there.]

[seeingscarlet]

[It feels so strange - Vision's here but he feels so far away and her powers do nothing to reach or wake him. His presence still brings her comfort at night, but as the days go on her worry grows. She tries to fight that sick, creeping dread by keeping busy, by pressing good morning and good night kisses to Vision's forehead every day and tucking him back in when she has to get up.

She curls up close to his side at night - it feels wrong to try to cuddle with him while he's so unresponsive. So when he does finally wake, Wanda's close enough that it doesn't take much to wake her.]

Mmmm? [Even before her eyes open, she can feel his wonderfully bright psychic presence again. Finally.] Vizh!

[Have an armful of frantic witch, Vision.] Are you all right? I was so worried.

[Her voice is muffled with her face buried in his shoulder but she is not moving for anything less than a kiss.]

on the Marsiva

[seeingscarlet]

[She wakes aching for Vision's touch and sorely missing their room on the ship. It's not just that they're kept apart at night and that the bed is uncomfortable - this room (cell) reminds her strongly of a more sterile version of Strucker's 'accommodations.' She hates it. And she hates whatever force is apparently changing her clothes during the night; whatever she goes to sleep in, she always wakes up back in the Atroma-provided uniform.

This longing isn't a new feeling, but it persists after she showers and as she tries to assemble an acceptable breakfast. She misses softer moments curled up in his arms and sweet nights when the rest of the world falls away. Maybe the events in her sleep have ignited this need in her or maybe it's just the ongoing disturbance to their routine.

Either way, Wanda soon ends up outside Vision's door, hair still wet from her shower, sending out a gentle psychic probe. If he's still asleep, she's sure he wouldn't mind if she (carefully!) joined him in bed. And if he's awake, she'll tap on the door.]

[unbearablynaive]

[The novelty of being on the Marsiva had worn out pretty quickly, and although there was a decent selection of media to keep them company, the Vision had quickly found that without his normal ship duties such as Engineering maintenance and garden upkeep, he was getting bored pretty quickly. Luckily, two of the items the Atroma had seen fit to send over with him were a small digital painting frame (once Wrath's) and a potted cactus. So he's sitting in the uncomfortable little chair, sketching the plant, when the tap comes at his door.]

Yes, come in.

[seeingscarlet]

[For once, a door Wanda's trying to open cooperates, and while she has her power at the ready in case it tries to slam shut on her, she's able to enter the room without incident. It closes behind her and she smiles warmly.]

Good morning, Vision.

[Don't mind her, she's just gonna carefully perch on the table.]

How are you feeling?

Continuation: B'lire (nsfw)

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision helps Wanda to undress, occasionally making a light joke or pausing to scatter her with kisses. It's much easier for himself: a simple shift to the skin and he returns it to its natural texture, no simulacra of armor or uniform or even a normal shirt masking his features. With anyone else, he would feel exposed, unsure of his reception. With her, it's simply a means to an end. She likes him like this.]

Is that better, love?

[seeingscarlet]

[His touches are warm and gentle, his kisses absolutely intoxicating. As soon as he's helped her out of her last piece of clothing Wanda can't take it anymore and turns to kiss him deeply. She knows she's definitely not dreaming anymore; as wonderful as they are, dream-Vision has never been more than a pale shadow of the real thing. Dreams can make her wake wanting, but only Vision can satisfy her deepest needs and desires.

She finds him naked when they part, and she can't stop herself from claiming his lips again, moaning as her hands begin to explore newly revealed skin.]

It's all right, [she murmurs breathlessly.] See? Because you took such good care of me.

[Gently, she guides his hand to her breast and, a heartbeat later, lets him feel the strength of her desire. It's not quite the deep connection she normally weaves between their minds - she doesn't want the lingering effects of the tranquilizer bleeding through - but Vision deserves the reassurance that she wants this as much as he does.]

I have been thinking of this since yesterday. It was so hard to be good in the shuttle when all I wanted was to be in your lap.

Recorded Message

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve is trying almost painfully to keep his face at a very neutral, not suspicious smile.]

Hi, Vision. Just reaching out to catch up. Haven't seen you in a bit. Guess you're spending time with Wanda.

[The smile twitches a little]

I got some real sweet messages about you from her while she was out of it. You guys are real nice together.

Anyways. Talk soon!

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[unbearablynaive]

[Steve...steve are you high? Did someone introduce you to space weed? Did you perhaps eat brownies from an untrusted source?

Which is to say there's a bit of a delay in response as the Visionplays this back several times, confused, before he clicks on the video to respond.]

Is everything quite all right, Captain Rogers?