[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Wz3B5LCj/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Baxter Building - New York
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][/center][hider=During the Night][i]Shortly after talking to Reed Richards...[/i]

	Guin stared at Reed for a moment. She was [i]tired[/i] of being told no. She was angry, alone, and afraid. The only thing she really knew how to distract herself from everything she felt was to throw herself into work, to commune with the machines as they made sense and people never did. [color=cc33ff]"Great,"[/color] she muttered, before turning on her heel and heading straight for the elevator to leave the building. 

	Pietro looked at Guin as she started wandering towards the elevator, and he zipped around to be standing right in front of her, blocking her way. [color=7ea7d8]"Where are you going Guina?"[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Get out of my way,"[/color] she told him coldly, the intensity in her eyes clearly a warning signal for him to leave her alone. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Talk to me, please?"[/color]

	She started to laugh. [color=cc33ff]"[i][b]Now[/b][/i] you want to talk to me? I'm sick of this, Pietro! I'm sick of being treated like I'm some freaking stupid fragile doll! So get out of my way now or I will [i]make[/i] you get out of my way. I'm done playing games."[/color]

	Pietro looked at her, falling silent for a moment. [color=7ea7d8]"...You do realize that I'm trying to apologize right? But seems like I continue to not really be able to do anything right..."[/color] he muttered, staring at the ground.

	She crossed her arms. The day before, she would have felt obligated to put her arms around him and comfort him, like he was a wounded bird that needed her protection. But she knew that that wasn't the case - Pietro did whatever he wanted to do. He hadn't wanted to talk to her and he certainly hadn't wanted to even acknowledge that she was capable of doing more than just hiding in a palace. [color=cc33ff]"[i]Fantastic[/i] apology, Pietro,"[/color] she snarked. [color=cc33ff]"Every girl loves it when a man refuses to let her leave and then asks to talk to her - it's almost fucking gaslighting, Pietro! I wanted to talk to you and you said NOTHING AT ALL! LIKE I DIDN'T MATTER!"[/color] she screamed. [color=cc33ff]"If that's what you want, a girl who doesn't have her own ideas and just hides then I am NOT the person for you!"[/color] Her heart was beating faster and she felt like crying and throwing a grenade simultaneously. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"You know what? Fine whatever! You wanted to sit here yelling, then fine with me. Do you really think I need you telling me I'm a screw up? I'm told that just about every day but you are never really around to know that! I have [i]never[/i] stood up to my father, and most definitely [i]not[/i] my sister before, but you seriously care only about yourself that you didn't seem to think that I was thinking about a million other things. Like the fact that my sister probably screwed up reality because of me. It's [i]my[/i] fault that the world is this way, but sure, go ahead, blame me for just being lost in thought about everything that has happened in the past few hours."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"How dare you say that I only care about myself!"[/color] she snapped back. [color=cc33ff]"I spend most of my time at the Palace [i]for you.[/i] I've given up my privacy [i]for you.[/i] Hell, I'm marrying into the regime that treats my family like dirt all because I love you and care about your feelings more than mine!"[/color] Guin took a breath, her eyes starting to water. [color=cc33ff]"I lost myself in you, Pietro, and I don't know who I am anymore and what I'm supposed to do and the only thing that makes sense to me I'm repeatedly told that I cannot do! My insides feel like they're dying all the time! So maybe this was all a mistake and we shouldn't be together!"[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"The only reason I'm standing right here is for you Guin,"[/color] he said, shifting from using his nickname for her. [color=7ea7d8]"I have been fighting with the fact that I was essentially a ping pong ball caught in between you and Wanda, and I feel like I still am... If you don't want me around, just say the word and I'll go back and you can stay here."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Why don't you just put me out of my misery and snap my neck?"[/color] 

	Pietro stared at her, before he stepped to the side, [color=7ea7d8]"I'm not stopping you from walking out, and honestly, starting to sound like the only person who actually wants me around is the person who changed reality so that I would be around."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"You were all I wanted Pietro,"[/color] she told him quietly. [color=cc33ff]"But it took all of this shit for me to realize that you never wanted the real me, whoever she is... I feel like there's someone trapped inside of me, trying to claw her way out. Someone that's everything you hate about me and everything I tried to change for you, but I can't do it."[/color]

	[Color=7ea7d8]"I've never been the person I actually am either Guina, you at least have always had the choice, I would have loved you anyway no matter what, but I never had a choice like that... And you never really gave me the chance to know the real you either."[/color]

	She shook her head, her chin wobbling before the tears started to come out. Each sob caused her entire body to shake and she did her best to round the corner as to be out of sight and earshot from the others, as her legs wobbled and gave out. She slid to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest as she couldn't help but cry. [color=cc33ff]"I don't know who I am. I'm not smart enough to sort any of this out or help Richards. I don't have the heroic instincts on what's good or bad. I'm not natively talented enough to remember that other world. I don't even know how to fight. I don't know what the [i]point[/i] of me is... At least you know who you are. I'm just a failure."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"You aren't a failure Guina, if anyone is that would be me,"[/color] he said before sitting next to her and hugging her. [color=7ea7d8]"You are a great person and I love you, I'll help you however I can..."[/color]

	Guin kept on crying, remaining still at first as Pietro hugged her. But eventually, after a few long seconds, she moved slightly closer to him and hugged him back, the tears still flowing. [color=cc33ff]"You aren't a failure... You're just super indecisive,"[/color] she sniffled. 

	[Color=7ea7d8]"Yeah I am, but I've kind of come to accept it..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Sorry I yelled at you..."[/color] Guin mumbled. [color=cc33ff]"I just feel like... like I'm living someone else's life - or maybe that I'm a ghost of my former self..."[/color]

	[Color=7ea7d8]"It's alright Guina, don't worry, you'll be able to figure things out..."[/color]
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	Guin's eyes were red and puffy from her mental breakdown the previous night. She still felt lost and confused, uncertain of what the purpose in her life was and what role she was meant to play in all of this. Despite not eating much the day before, she didn't have the urge to eat the breakfast set out for them, but she did smile slightly seeing the clothing they provided. She had changed into plain t-shirt, sweatpants, and a hoodie. Unlike the wardrobe she had at the Palace, Guin felt comfy and even a little bit happy in these clothes. 

	She was leaning up against the wall, uncharacteristically quiet as Reed talked to his wife about the machine. A bit of jealousy and anger blossomed in her heart - she was still mad that he hadn't let her work on the machine with him. But she held her tongue, knowing that she couldn't let her pride get in the way of this. There was something missing inside of her, something that was gnawing at her more and more every waking moment, as if the person she was in that other world was kicking and screaming, demanding to be released. Guin had to remember or she feared she would lose her mind. [color=cc33ff]"You can test it on me,"[/color] she volunteered, her voice a bit hoarse. Pietro, Carolina's wife, Oshea, Flynn, and herself were just about the only ones who didn't remember the real world. 

	[i][color=cc33ff]If you don't wanna remember, you should step out - I get it if you don't but... I think I need to remember,[/color][/i] she whispered to Pietro telepathically. 

	[color=fdc68a]"A machine to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses?"[/color] October piped up, looking at Reed with curiosity. [color=fdc68a]"That sounds divine."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=add3ff]Dominika Novikova[/color] and [color=#a81a75]Runa Blake[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/kGLU1JvAL0PyUV1zQH/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Outside the Baxter Building - New York
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Novikova rolled her eyes at Sapphire. [color=add3ff]"He probably cared more about the equipment he could get rather than which floor in the building he's on,"[/color] she pointed out. She was a nuclear physicist by training and had gone through not just a PhD program, but S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Sci-Tech Academy. Novikova had been in her fair share of labs over the years - even working for Dr. Pym and learning from him about the legendary Pym Particles. [color=add3ff]"Then again, at least if he's high up he has an easy out if his research doesn't work out,"[/color] she joked morbidly. There definitely had been moments in her scientific career when jumping out of a window seemed like the best option. 

	She walked forward after Lance, a pair of shades obscuring her eyes. As they went inside, everything was dimmer because of them, yet she didn't want to take them off. If she took them off, she would end up paralyzed each time she looked at a person and started to see the dimensional energy tangled up in their life force. Even in this world, the uncontrollability of her vision was permanent and could not be altered no matter how much training and experience she had. Some gifts couldn't be deactivated biologically - like Cyclops' eye beams. They were always active whether it was a convenient time or not. [color=add3ff]"I'm thinking it'll be easiest if I just restore their memories without giving them a choice, it saves time since we won't have to convince them that the world is different,"[/color] she suggested. 

	Runa had relaxed since Strange remained behind at the Human Resistance Headquarters - and having time to sleep and eat a real meal had done wonders for her mood. There really was some sort of magical curative power behind a [i]Snickers[/i] bar. She caught up to Lance and hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and entwining her fingers with his. Maybe this dream was going to end, but she had realized the previous evening that until it was over, she just needed to enjoy it as much as she could. She needed to stop focusing on the bad and allow herself to have some good in her life. 

	[color=#a81a75]"I love you,"[/color] Runa whispered in Lance's ear. She needed to tell him that just one more time before everything changed. Her eyes then drifted around the lobby, trying to figure out how exactly they were going to get access to the laboratory of the smartest man on Midgard. Runa doubted he was smarter than the All-Father of course, but her grandfather had sacrificed one of his eyes for wisdom. She didn't know of any Midgardian who had gone to such lengths yet. Yet she also doubted that Reed Richards would be the smartest man on Midgard for long - she knew that Lance had great potential and that his mind was brilliant, but he was young. He would grow and flourish as Richards would wane and fade. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DBA1DE]Casper Theriot[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/MZf2fx7b/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=DBA1DE]Location:[/color][/b] the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
[b][color=DBA1DE]Skills:[/color][/b] Mediumship[hr][/center]	Casper had a piña colada in his hand, sipping his tropical drink through a pink curly straw - the same shade as the miniature umbrella the bartender had included in the beverage. That was definitely one of the perks of essentially living in a casino as compared to the usual housing provided by the Mutant Underground. Of course, it never surprised him how horrible conditions were for them - his father, after all, was the one in charge and he never cared about the needs of other people. He blinked a bit as he sucked up some liquid from the bottom that tasted more like pure alcohol and he shuddered. [color=DBA1DE]"Damn, they know how to make drinks here!"[/color] Casper exclaimed. [color=DBA1DE]"It's just like Vegas, isn't it Jackie?"[/color] 	

	The roar of the people and the music in the Casino was a nice touch as well - it allowed them to have a relatively private conversation, even accounting for Casper's naturally loud voice. 

	[i]"I say you guys find a volcano and drop it down it,"[/i] Ben suggested with a smirk. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Ben says we throw it in Mordor - do they have Lord of the Rings in this universe?"[/color] Casper then mused, seemingly more interested in learning about film franchises than infinity stones at the moment. Maybe he was just a bit daft or maybe he was mentally preparing himself for having to live out the rest of his days in this brave new world. His father was dead here so it certainly had that going for it. 

	[i]"Probably?"[/i] Ben guessed with a shrug. [i]"Though you guys might want to come up with a better idea than mine... I kinda doubt you have easy access to a volcano."[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"Okay, okay Ben, good point... What if we got a lot of explosives and blew it up? Then no one can have it and we don't have to worry about someone getting their hands on it that isn't worthy... Do you think we could enchant it like Thor's hammer? American Horror Story says there's tons of witches in New Orleans, maybe one of them would help?"[/color]