no one owns me!

    something was off about that map he’d gotten of that part of the city. it was as if some parts were changed. perhaps it was due to the merging of realities that made some things appear where there were others. in other words, eddie was lost.  “excuse me…”  he called for the nearest person, a smile on his lips.  “hi, uhm… do you know where we are… in this map?”  the reporter asked, showing his pocket map to the other, his brows slightly furrowed. at this point edward brock thought he knew the city well enough never to have to resort to images or people for information, but he should admit he was wrong on that.  «   eddie, you suck at looking at maps.   »  the symbiote spoke to his mind, annoying as always.  “sorry, i’m a bit lost.”  he shook his head, laughing shortly, a bit nervous.

hearing someone call out to her, laura turned to face the person, a brow raised. her gaze shifts from him and then to the map in his hands. “people still use pocket maps here?” she asked, having figured that with the vast amounts of tech they had nowadays, those might not be a thing anymore. “i had thought google maps was more popular these days. but, um... i can at least try to help? i’m not exactly from here -- this earth, i mean -- so... things may be different from how i last recall it. i’m still trying to get used to... well, everything.” she replied, moving to look at the map nonetheless for a second before she pulled her phone out -- another adjustment she had to make upon arriving here; new tech -- and opened the maps app in an attempt to show him their location. “where are you trying to get to? maybe it’d be easier to try to figure out the directions there from here.”

      in an instant, wanda came to a halt. her being feeling the pressure of being pushed in another direction as she turned to face what it was that was calling to her. spotting a young woman in the distance, the witch took a better look at her and realized who she was; or better, who she could be. approaching her, staying on the side of caution, wanda cleared her throat and spoke up. “my father… he knows yours, or knew - you are… not of this world but another, yes?” she asked, raising a brow and keeping a small, kind smile on her lips. “i am wanda maximoff. scarlet witch?” ( @kinneysclaws​ )

laura’s head tilts to the side slightly, a brow raised as she listened to the other speak and introduce herself. “yes, i’m from another world. your father...?” she trailed off, before connecting the dots upon hearing the name ‘scarlet witch’. “magneto. yes, they know each other. i don’t believe they always get along, but...” she trailed off, laughing softly. “my father has a bit of a temper. or perhaps ‘bit’ is an understatement. anger runs in the family.” she added, before pausing for a moment. “you’re... from this world, right? not mine." another pause. “it’s nice to meet you,” she says, giving her a smile as she holds her hand out to the other. “my name is laura.”

“My name is SCOTT SUMMERS, that’s correct. You’ll quickly find that there’s a lot of differences between ME and the one you knew. I’m told that I’m not as much of a stick in the mud as Gabby here calls it.” The mutant smiles though, keeping his gaze on the two of them. While there was some things that had been similar, the differences were far too great. “I’m still an X-MAN. I’m the leader of the X-MEN here actually. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Laura. You as well, Gabby. We’re thriving here, a lot of students, and I’m giving you my word that you always have a place here with us if you want it. Did you want a look around? I hear they have pizza today OR did you have any other questions?”

gabby is gone as soon scott mentions pizza, running off in the direction of the kitchen. at least the layout of the school was the same -- or at least very similar -- to that of the one she was familiar with. “it’s nice to meet you, scott. and it’s... nice to hear the x-men exist here as well. and that i have a place here as well, of course. my father was both an x-man and a teacher back in our earth. i can speak for my sister and myself in saying we’d love to be here if you’ll have us. i’d be a lousy teacher, but i can help with x-men stuff.” she chuckled softly. “uh... i get the feeling i might know my way around at least somewhat. surely it can’t be too different, but-- a tour would be nice, sure.”