TEST DRIVE MEME 001

[rubimods]

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:

CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences.

This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.

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Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS

AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest warmth of the sun. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the daylight has taken on a sickly green tinge. You lie amongst the mosses and ferns, the soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born.

Fortunately, you seem to be alone. The birdsong continues as you sit up and get your bearings — aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember. Amongst gnarled oaks and moss, you see nothing around. No sign of civilization or sentient life. Movement flickers at the corner of your eye, but it's just a curious animal — brave squirrels or lizards who have come to see what stirs in their home.

Then, like the rippling of the horizon at noontime, the ash-gray soil around you undulates. Sea, not earth. Something else has come to greet you — their grey bodies blended in so easily with the floor, but as you stagger to your feet, you see them. Thousands of spiders roll like waves underfoot. They crawl towards you from the darker edge of the forest.

attack

Individuals who attack the spiders will find the small spiders are easy to kill, but the pheromones released by their corpses draw larger spiders in their place. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they will attempt to use their webbing to handicap any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

hunt

Any aspiring monster-hunters enterprising enough to try to follow the spiders to their nest will move eastward. This way, the forest grows darker and darker — though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset.

In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Soon, you cannot move at all.

Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.

SETTING: THE VOID

But flee the spiders westward and you will discover that the wood is well-populated with the survival resources that someone might seek — berries bushes and trees bearing stone fruits; sticks and dry leaves to aid in the building of a fire; rocks big enough to fashion into crude weapons; small animals that can be hunted or caught; hike long enough, and you might just find the freshwater stream that runs north-to-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads.

What's more, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist hiking parties, others may still be naked and confused and processing how they have no memory of how they got here. They all stagger vaguely, as you do, with only the sun for a waymarker — and even that won't last long.

Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty, as it's going to be a long hike. If you sneak a good look at your new companions, you may four varietals of marks on their bodies. Maybe someone will even point out that you have one, too.

FAQ: CURSE MARKS

EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE

Hike far enough — or long enough that the sun does go down — and signs of life come into view. The glow of fires and lights, the smooth curve of a stone wall. A town sits at the edge of this wood, a reward to the survivors.

The fifty-foot wall of beige stone protecting the town's perimeter has only a single entrance — an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people into town from the winding dirt road. Attentive eyes may note that the road itself bears the mark of many wagon wheels and horse hoofs, but not cars.

guards

The guards grant entry to anyone who attempts a conversation with them. However, if your character is more likely to attempt to sneak in, overcome the guards, or attack them, please reach out HERE.

Inside the wall lies a quaint, historic town with a population around five thousand. The streets are cobbled, and their signs are lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a bank — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.

No matter what time you pass through the gate, the streets are full of people. The climate of the bustle befits a night market or a busy friday downtown — plenty of people to ogle at your exposed body. But despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, the locals don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. In fact, the further into town you go, the more you may notice that they all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! If anything, they seem to be under the impression that you're naked to participate in the evening's events with the rest of them.

Those still determined to find proper clothing will find that modern clothing stores aren't a thing here. The closest this town has is a tailor's shop, which is closed for religious observance, and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! The locals will gladly share what they have with those who ask politely — but those items are as revealing as what they're wearing. You might get a mesh bodysuit or drape outfit. Remember not to be ungracious! it's only appropriate for the occasion.

steal clothing

Anyone unwilling to ask nicely for help could break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry. Notably, inside their homes, the people of the town also appear to own some more modest apparel. Be sure to alert us HERE if your character pursues this option.

SETTING: CRIME

And what is the occasion? The locals are excited and flattered by any interest in their ordinary weekly prayer: the folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body!

Anyone who chats at length with the townspeople will gather that the locals feel it's better for the newcomers to dive into the deep-end because, since you'll be settling in here, they expect you'll want to participate down the line. They seem to be under the impression that the new arrivals are a boon from their god.

In addition, many of the locals' choice of clothes reveal the same four types of marks on their bodies as the folx who were wandering out in the wood!

ROOM AND BOARD

Once you're tired out, the locals will help you find a place to stay. The boarding house is several stories tall and spacious, accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines. Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage.

The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!

Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.

finding roommates

Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.

Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.

Comments

wanda maximoff | mcu | niez

[explosion]

1. ON THE HUNT.

[ After fighting off some of the blood-red spiders (they're quite on brand for the Scarlet Witch, come to think of it) and being perturbed momentarily about what she finds and doesn't find in their minds, Wanda heads east. She knows immediately that it's a mistake, but she continues on her trek, determined to see what lies in the east of this new place she's found herself in.

As tempting as it is to lie down and let the ground grow over her, she won't. This is her second (or third) chance. Wanda, despite how self-deprecating she can be, doesn't wish to squander it.

When it becomes harder for her to move, she turns around, but what she's faced with isn't just the woods. Silver streaks through the treetops. The hairs on her arms rise. He's here. She's found him. All Wanda has yearned for is to be reunited with him, and he's here. ]

Pietro!

[ It doesn't occur to her that this is yet another dream-turned-nightmare upon awakening.

Wanda has the mark of Niez on her right hip. ]

2. IN TOWN.

[ Wanda had every intention of tearing a piece of clothing from the line and slipping into it, but when she notes that some of the clothing have tears and holes in them, she can't bring herself to take a long shirt or a dress that appears slightly modest despite its immodesty. She remembers what it had been like to have nothing, how Pietro's shirts were always fraying at the hem and her favourite dresses started to grow tiny holes along the side. Rather than take from people who have so little to give, Wanda plucks a couple of the clothes from the line and sits cross-legged on the ground with them.

She drapes a piece of clothing over her lap and runs her hand gently over it, sealing the large holes shut. Given that the dress in this town is different to what she's used to, she doubts this hole near the armpit had been an intentional design. While some people clearly have nice armpits, she doubts that with the low cuts of these shirts and dresses that had been what they wished to show off.

That's how the family catches her. Luckily for her, she tells them the truth and they hand over an oversized white tunic that drowns her. If anyone else needs a little repair, she's there for it. ]

3. FESTIVAL.

[ Wanda hasn't had a reason to smile for a long time until now. The energy at the festival is contagious. It almost feels like she's back in Sokovia before she lost everything.

Wanda will never say no to a flower crown. She has a crown made of an assortment of flowers that clash with her red hair, but she hardly cares. She lets herself be roped into dancing, easily following their steps as she watches and mimics.

It's when one of the townspeople encourages her to participate in the wax-dripping ceremony that she pauses and turns to the person closest to her. ]

Have you ever had this done before?

4. BOARDING HOUSE.

[ There's so much internal noise coming from the kitchen. Wanda doesn't feel right standing off to the side watching everyone as they work. She ends up in the throng of it, looking around a little bewildered at the townspeople who take to the kitchen almost like a well-oiled machine. (She wouldn't understand what that looks like. The Avengers often seemed like mixing oil and water.)

But she gets involved easily, helping out by moving knives with her mind and making them chop and dice the ingredients while she stands at the stove and stirs one of the pots. The townspeople seem a little cautious at first, but given that the invisible hands working at the tools is only helping them rather than hindering, they seem to be at ease for now with the strangeness. Does Wanda care that her magic is on display? No, not really. A part of her is hoping to be burned at the stake. Another part of her already knows she's been burned with the loss of Tommy and Billy and Vision and Pietro. This is just her trying to use it for good.

Is it cheating if she happens to wave her hand and a dish appears fully cooked? Nah. ]

5. OOC SHIT.

[ Feel free to hit me up with prose if you don't want to action spam! Wanda is from post-Multiverse of Madness. I'm also happy for you to throw anything at me. Please pm if you want to discuss anything!

And Wanda needs a roommate. Her ad: She's cute, she's tidy, she's mother. ]

in town, slight remix

[gingerbeard]

[ cw: kids in proximity to sexual situation, bc i have to torture her with twin boys ]

[ Blight is in attendance with his sons. They enjoy the dancing, or they used to. Now one enjoys it, and the other puts in an hour or two at his father's woodcraft stand before frittering all that money away at other stalls. That's all over and done with for the night. They're not allowed to stay up as late as the festivities will go, a rule that's been in place as long as they've been alive and yet every week, he says it like a reminder.

Once home, Ash and Elan discuss Elan's purchases on the way to their room. Blight's only just illuminated the front room when Ash rushes back out and whispers frantically that there's someone behind the house. Ash is already heading for the back door. Blight catches him and walks them both to his room, where he instructs them to lock it from the inside.

Then, as quietly as possible, he slips out the back. His axe is leaning against the wall. Careless, really. He'll stop doing that. He grabs it up before calling out, ] Lost your way?

[explosion]

[ She doesn't startle despite not expecting company. All she wants is something to wear that feels somewhat normal. Although, she's never quite felt normal in her entire life.

She glances at the axe. It's obvious what it means. It's a warning. She's once again come onto someone's property and threatens to destroy it when all she wishes is to take one thing that they probably won't need or even remember having. (That's hardly in the same wheelhouse as trying to steal an alternate self's children, is it?) ]

Yes.

[ There's no point in denying it. She's lost and the breadcrumbs she's trying to follow have been swept away by a cruel hand. She stands calmly despite feeling incredibly out of her depth. She could take what she wants. Wanda's done that plenty of times before. But that's not her, not completely.

Her expression falls slightly. Her voice wavers; Tommy and Billy sobbing in front of the monster that hurt their mother is still so fresh. ]

I'm not here for your children.

[ Wanda will never be the monster in a child's nightmares again. ]

boarding house

[mutants]

[ Lorna is lured to the kitchen by the sound, too. Clinks, rattles, dings. The music of metal. She's got herself a pocketful of nails, as good as bullets, but nothing feels quite as good as a knife. Upon entering, she's taken aback to see several operating seemingly of their own accord.

Another mutant.

Telekinesis, maybe. There are wooden utensils being pulled by similar invisible strings. The red glow around them is a nice touch. Lorna can't help herself: she extends two fingers and seizes control of a paring knife, standing it on the tip of its blade. An infinitesimal flick and it begins to slowly spin. Wisps of green spiral around it in time. She'll do the same to every knife, concealing her movements under crossed arms, until the red weaver takes notice.

They're mutants, after all. They can't just come out and say it. Lorna is observing the people in the kitchen brazenly, waiting for a knowing stare to come and find her. Maybe she'll release the knives then. Maybe they'll find out who's stronger. ]

[explosion]

[ When the knives dance out of step and tangle in green, Wanda doesn't look up. From the corner of her eye, she watches the knife, waiting for it to inevitably thrust itself toward her. It's what she would do. Put down the witch with a knife rather than a stake. But when it doesn't, she relaxes, still holding her shoulders up as she stirs her pot. Stirring takes a lot of work, and she's always been serious about being the best stirrer of the Maximoffs.

Rather than try and fight for control of the knives, Wanda lets her have it. Instead, she opts for controlling all the forks. Bringing them over toward their partner, she gently hits the forks' feet against the knives to try and make a light sound. It hardly sounds like a chime, but it'll do in exploring just how strong her knife holder is. She's never met anyone like herself before. ]

3 - since you tapped my tl, but also just because 👀👀👀

[somatosensory]

( at some point, aristaeus has been persuaded to accept a blanket. while it doesn't completely solve his immediate nudity problem, it offers coverage for most of the vital areas. it's thicker than the available clothing options, which is a minor advantage. he's used to more milder climates. however, he's a big guy, coming in at 6'5", so there's still a fair amount of leg on display. )

You mean recreationally? ( a raised eyebrow, tone playful as he adjusts the blanket. ) No, this is a fun new experience for me.

👀

[explosion]

[ wanda can't help but sigh. that's off-script! he's meant to have had the experience so he can tell her whether it's worth sticking around for or absolutely painful and she should flee instead. ]

Why else would you drip wax onto yourself?

[ other than to, you know, groom. wanda looks up at him—there's a lot of him; he could almost rival the hulk (although, anyone significantly taller than her is like the hulk to wanda)—and ignores the fact he's just as naked as her. it's still so strange how nudity is so accepted in this town. wanda's hardly bared herself in such a way before, always hiding who she is, the more vulnerable parts of herself behind walls and thick layers.

the last man she had been so close to had been vision, and he hadn't been much of a man at all.

no, she has a better question. ]

Would you trust them to do it?

[somatosensory]

( aristaeus is absolutely the wrong person to be consulting about pain tolerance, mostly because his pain receptors were utterly fucked sometime during his adolescence, and have never really recovered.

that being said, he tilts his head, furrowing dark brows, as he contemplates the question with more gravitas than necessary — he already knows the answer, and it's a resounding "hell no." )

It'd definitely stretch my religious tolerance. ( which hadn't exactly been immense to begin with. )

[explosion]

[ if he outright said no, she wouldn't judge him for it. as friendly as the townspeople have been, wanda knows that friendliness only ever goes so far. look at strange. look at stark.

she cocks her brow as she regards him with some amusement. ]

Would you trust me to do it?

[ what prompts her to ask, she doesn't know. but his answer hadn't sounded like a yes or no, and she's curious to see how he finds a way around saying "no". ]

[somatosensory]

( that feels a little like a dare, wanda.

he looks back at her, eyes narrowing slightly, like he's taking her measure. if it is a challenge then he's not handing her an easy win on sheer principle. )

Depends on where you're planning on sticking that candle.

[explosion]

[ she can't help but chuckle. ]

I don't do anything with candles until at least the third date. But wax…

[ she has no idea what she's saying, but you know what? she'd approve it as a script advisor.

rather than ask for a candle like a normal person would, wanda holds out her hand and materialises one in a sparkle of scarlet. ]

Arm please.

[somatosensory]

Well, that's reassuring. I'm actually a very shy and modest person, so I wouldn't want to give you the wrong idea. ( despite the blatant insincerity of his words, he does as instructed, obediently extending his arm.

he doesn't appear bothered by the candle's sudden appearance; rather, he's fascinated by it. matter manipulation is one of those high-cost, low-reward specializations: messy, with unpredictable results when there were results at all. but, there's an elegant precision to her work that suggests she knows just what she's doing. ) Nice trick.

[explosion]

[ ah, incredibly modest. she likes that he holds his arm out without much fuss. it's the kind of confidence she wishes she had.

still holding the candle in her palm, she wraps her fingers around its base. it should technically tip over, but wanda ensures to keep it balanced and centred.

she smirks at him. ]

Do you like tricks?

[ the dull wick bursts to life with a healthy flame. yes, she did want to do that with a little flair. wanda might be shy most days, but she enjoys attention like anyone else. ]

[somatosensory]

( he's on the verge of asking, "who doesn't like tricks?" when she does something that causes the candle flame to flare — and, well... maybe he startles just a bit. )

I have mixed feelings.

( now, he watches the candle with a wary curiosity. fire-related injuries can be a nightmare to deal with, after all, with all that pain and scarring.

but she's not attacking him, either. which is a positive sign. he's not in any shape to take someone like her on — mostly naked and completely unarmed. )

You're not some kind of deity, right? Because if this is your party I do have some notes.

[explosion]

God, no.

[ wanda's quick to shake her head, pulling a face as though she's sucked a lemon. that idea disturbs her, even though the answer isn't particularly that easy. she'd been prophesied in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable. being expected to take on a specific shape feels as suffocating as a pile of rubble sitting on top of her.

the scarlet witch may have been forged, but wanda maximoff's just a girl still figuring out what she likes, what she doesn't like, and how to be a person in the wake of so much loss. ]

If this was my party, we would be wearing more clothes. Thousands of layers. [ she glances at his arms. ] They'd be hidden. A shame, but, party rules.

in town

[ultraviolents]

[ elektra's managed to find a sheet that she was less conflicted about plucking from a clothing line than wanda was, and she's managed to drape it around herself in a manner that more or less makes it resemble an actual dress. she's had less luck having it remain tied, as is evident by the way she's holding the edges of it together, hands moving to different spots as one comes apart and eventually tripping on the edge of it as her foot catches on the corner, tumbling to the ground in front of wanda.

she swears and collects herself, a petulant huff escaping when she notices a tear down the center of the sheet. gathering the fabric, she steps underneath an awning, trying to determine what she can do to repair it until she can find some actual clothing. ]

[explosion]

[ she can simply walk away. that's an option. although, it hasn't been an option wanda has been particularly skilled in taking.

she can walk away and go about her business, being alone in a strange town that's so unlike anything wanda has ever experienced before. being alone is smart and safer for everyone. it's what strange would say she deserves, surely. it's what wong would definitely agree she deserves.

or she can help. it's what she would want. it's what she would do without hesitation, an avenger or not.

wanda follows the other woman to the awning, ensuring to avoid crowding her as she comes to stand by her side. this is a strangely vulnerable place to be, and being naked has left wanda feeling all out of sorts. she might wear a long shirt, but it's transparent enough and entirely too thin (and it doesn't smell of anyone she knows). ]

The sheet is too long. [ an obvious statement, of course. ] If you hold it together where it's torn, I might be able to fix it.

festival

[unconscionable]

[ John has his own crown, sprays of tiny flowers tucked into his unruly dark hair, an amusing difference from the gilded ivy and baby's bones that had wreathed his head as God-Emperor. He's all caught up in being unknown, the cameraderie of these simple people — his nerdy ass has no dance moves that weren't copied off a tik tok ten thousand years ago, but he can hold hands and skip in a circle just fine, and he's breathless from exertion, his black-sclera eyes sparkling with joy.

When someone encourages him towards what he's been thinking of as the "wax play exhibition", he's a little uncertain: sure, he'd been indulging his grief back home in a deep hedonism, but here with strangers who don't recognize or worship him it seems dangerous to willingly offer up anything so vulnerable. So Wanda will see the clear indecision on his face, one hand rubbing his unshaven chin. Responding in his kiwi accent: ]

Yeah, no. Not wax. Weird kinky ritual shit, sure, I practically invented that.

[explosion]

[ Is Wanda disappointed by his answer? Not at all. Although she's curious as to why some people find pleasure in wax, she feels a little less like an outlier for not knowing why people like it and not engaging in it with excitement. (It's nice not to be in this box by herself.)

She curves her lips upward and cocks a brow curiously. ]

You invented weird kinky ritual shit?

[ The last time someone claimed they practically invented something, it was Tony Stark. So far, he doesn't give her much of a vibe. He's missing the overly waxed hair.

But that curiosity of hers gives way to amusement. ]

What kind of weird kinky ritual shit?

[unconscionable]

Oh, you know.

[ A flash of teeth as he grins, a friendly arrogance that really does have a lot in common with Tony. Something about sitting in the seat of power so long, though John would have a lot of unkind things to say on the subject of billionaires. ]

Worship via bloodletting, naked group confessional, eating each other. One girl carved my name on her tibia. That sort of stuff. Plus the nuns with the skull paint, but that wasn't my idea, strictly.

[ When you're the godhead of a galaxy wide cult and you're not omniescent, sometimes stuff on the outer planets gets a little out of control. ]

Think I'm getting a drink, d'you want something?

[explosion]

I'll have whatever you have.

[ He's bound to pick something exciting. Despite causing enough chaos to possibly destroy another world, Wanda's choice of drink is always simple: water.

And grabbing a drink means venturing away from… this. The wax. The candles. The weird ritual she has no context for.

But she furrows her brows as she smiles at him in amusement. ]

Go back. [ She waves her hand. ] Before we drink… eat each other? Did you at least have a little seasoning?

[ She never thought she'd see the day where she jokes about cannibalism. ]

[unconscionable]

All raw.

[ Is he joking? He grins like he's making a stupid joke, gives her a wink.

The drink selection isn't exactly wide: moonshine, grain beer, a mulled cider, a vegetable juice. And her beloved water. John comes back with two cups of the last thing with a splash of some citrus cordial and a splash of the moonshine, the Eastern European village festival version of a vodka lime and soda. ]

Alcoholic.

[ He warns as he hands it to her. ]

I'm John, by the way.

[explosion]

Thank you.

[ A drunk Wanda is possibly better than a sober Wanda. She smiles and takes the drink from her raw-eating people pal. ]

Wanda.

[ Narrowing her eyes playfully, she scrutinises him. ]

You're taking this in stride. Do you get kidnapped by towns often as part of your worship?

[unconscionable]

Oh, I had a little breakdown in the forest already, you know how it is.

[ Does she? Maybe. He should really stop saying such serious things in a light-hearted tone like that. ]

Do you think we were kidnapped? I'm a hard guy to kidnap. I figured I got sucked into some other dimension, let's call it hell for shorthand, and now I'm trapped here with a lot of restless souls.

[explosion]

[ Well, when he mentions hell… Wanda doesn't lift her eyebrows. If anything, that makes sense to her. ]

I've been to another dimension and this… [ She glances around, pursing her lips before taking a drink of her alcoholic water. It feels strange, like Earth-838. But there's something weird about it. ] That makes sense. But what doesn't is how this world is still intact.

[ Shouldn't an incursion have happened by now? With so many restless souls, the world should have collapsed by now. ]

Unless this really is hell, I guess nothing out of the ordinary can take it down.