( wow this sand is so quick!! )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + amos burton (rocinantes) + katherine pierce (manipulative + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: event + other shenanigans
When: march
Where: all over the place

Content Warnings: possible nsfw, language, violence

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[explosion]

I Spy with my little eye...

[ wanda taps the corner of her eye, which glows red. she smiles and drops her hand and makes a show of looking around as if there are a plethora of things to choose from rather than dank rock. ]

Something beginning with 'R'.

[rocinantes]

R, huh?

( amos smirks and doesn't say anything right away, making a show of looking around before saying: )

Rocks? Is it rocks?

[explosion]

[ she mock gasps and places her hand over her mouth. ]

How did you know? I thought it was so good. Impossible to pick.

[ then she laughs and drops her hand. there's rock. rock to the left, to the right, above them and below them. she feels strangely closed in but free to fly all the same. ]

[rocinantes]

What can I say? I'm very perceptive.

( and all that he could see besides the two of them was fucking rock. )

You could call me genius level, in fact.

[explosion]

[ wanda snorts. she can believe it. must be all that floating in space doing him some good. ]

Do you know what kind of rock it is, Mr Genius?

[ and before you ask, no, she doesn't, either. ]

[rocinantes]

Yeah, it's a rock rock.

( no, he doesn't know what kind of rock it is. he's not some kind rock genius. )

I don't really care what kind of rock it is either. Do you know?

( he doubts she does but he half expects her to make something up to show him up. )

[explosion]

Yep.

[ wanda smiles proudly at that, even tilting her chin upward to sell the deal. she glances around and waves her fingers subtly by her side. the rocks begin to glitter softly like it's the night sky. ]

They may be rock rocks, but they are night rocks. Do you know what those are?

[ let her weave a tale for you that's worthy of putting billy and tommy to bed. ]

[rocinantes]

No.

( he knows you're bullshitting him, wanda. )

What are night rocks?

[explosion]

[ with a subtle wiggle of her fingers, the glowing dots on the rocks shine as if they're stars. they twinkle nicely. ]

They're rocks that keep hold of the night safe when it's day. See?

[ she tilts her head towards the ceiling. the little baubles glow and shimmer, and a thin line smears across the sky like a star shooting from one side of the galaxy to the other. ]

[rocinantes]

You're such a bullshitter.

( he's gonna let you have that one, wanda, but he knows that you're not telling him the truth. he watches the rocks and then shakes his head. )

They're just rocks.

[explosion]

What!?

[ she mock gasps and laughs. the night rocks twinkle above her as if to say "she's not bullshitting at all!" but, of course, their red glow does give off the stark impression that she is controlling them. ]

No! They are night rocks. See? Look!

[ she peers up at the ceiling until her head is bent back. they're still there, amos! ]

[rocinantes]

They're rocks!

( he reaches over and kicks the side of the cave. some rock crumbles. )

If there was light in here, would you be calling them light rocks?

[explosion]

Yes!

[ she laughs, the night rocks glowing brightly. she eyes the wall of the cave and lets her gaze wander up to the ceiling. no big fissures form. the world won't fall in around them. ]

You have no imagination, Mr Burton.

[rocinantes]

You're right, I don't. Cuz they're rocks!

( he will not be swayed. )

I don't need an imagination in this case.

[explosion]

You do.

[ she shakes her head and tsks, hoping he feels a little insecure at the clear pity she regards him with. ]

How can you be in a place and see it so literally? It's dull to look at a rock and see it as a rock.

[rocinantes]

It doesn't make it any more exciting for it to be called a night rock, you know.

( it's still a rock, wanda. )

[explosion]

[ she presses her lips together in what is very close to an unamused and almost sad face.

she points up to the ceiling. ]

But what about the glow?

[ does that not make it exciting? don't break her heart. ]

[rocinantes]

So, maybe that means they're glow rocks.

( why would night rocks glow? night rocks would be just dark as night, wouldn't they?

if these rocks are anything, they're glow rocks. )

Glowing rocks? Glow rocks.

[explosion]

[ she wrinkles her nose as if she's tasted a lemon. ]

Glow rocks.

[ there's really nothing wrong with that at all. but since he's teased her about her story, she thinks it's only fair she teases him back. ]

That sounds very close to "glow sticks". Are you sure you want it to be "glow rocks"? People may mix them up.

[rocinantes]

The fact that we're talking this much about rocks is killing me.

( why were they talking so much about rocks? he doesn't want to talk about rocks. he just wants to get out of this place and not be surrounded by night rocks. )

And what do you know about glow sticks anyway?

[explosion]

They glow.

[ she looks at him with a "duh" expression. what else is there to know about glow sticks? they glow and they glow brightly and they dim and put them in darkness.

smiling, she tilts her chin upward and playfully haughtily: ] Speaking of rocks is a sign of intelligence.

[rocinantes]

Says who?

( you're a liar, wanda. not a bad one but he can tell you're lying. he just laughs, shakes his head. )

I think you might have hit your head on some rocks if you think that.

[explosion]

Why?

[ she laughs, aghast. her laughter echoes. ]

Because I am right? [ wanda's smile only widens. ] Because I am the one who says it?

[rocinantes]

Because while I might just be some meathead mechanic, even I know that talking about rocks isn't a sign of genius.

( try again, wanda. )

Come on.

[explosion]

But what makes you say that?

[ she cocks her brow. no, she won't give up on this. who's to say conversing about rocks isn't a sign of genius? she thinks it's a bloody good choice of conversation... especially when it's about her rocks. ]

Are you the rock police?

[ she snorts very ladylike. ]