1963-08-17 - Watch Where You Wander
Summary: Kitty gets lost and phases into the wrong place. Wanda thinks she's the new girl at work.
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kitty wanda 


The large map of New York City is opened in front of Kitty and she turns it to try to help her orient her way around. After considering her options, she's opted to have a couple of conversations with some of her former professors — in consideration of returning to school. One of the aforementioned teachers, however, suggested they meet off-campus. And, while Kitty had enthusiastically agreed, she failed to explain her sometimes backwards sense of direction. Already running late, dressed her casual light washed jeans and a cable knit sweater with her shoulder bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder, she peeks down the block.

She needs to hurry. A glance is given over her shoulder, and seeing no one there, she smirks. Kitty breaks into a sprint and turns incorporeal, aiming to run to the building in question and sneak in to get a table unbeknownst to said professor.

Unfortunately, Kitty is not particularly gifted with maps. Her running takes her in precisely the wrong direction.

When she turns corporeal again, expecting to find herself in a coffeeshop, she ends up somewhere quite different. Her eyes widen, her lips part wordlessly, and her gaze flits about the opulence that is the Hellfire Club.

Her body slips right through the wall, and she casts another glance over her shoulder only to stare at her map again. There is no question, amongst the fancy (and scantily clad) people, she definitely doesn't fit. "Where the heck am I?" she mumbles to the map.

*

A woman in a wine-red dress — it fits her figure well, but it's nothing flashy or spectacular, and really best described as 'affordable' — walks up behind Kitty. She has her own purse, which is far shabbier than the young student's, and voluminous red hair that curls at the ends.

This woman takes Kitty gently by the arm, or at least tries to. "This way," she says, in an accent that's from somewhere in Eastern Europe, but might not be instantly identifiable. "Do not look like you are lost. They will judge you for that before you have even started. This is your first day, yes? I am Wanda." A turn of a corner later, and Wanda is directing Kitty to what appears to be a changing room. It's like the kind of room that one expects to see behind a stage: there are some lockers, a large multi-person vanity, costumes and accessories hanging on racks, notes from one person to another pinned up everywhere along with photos clipped from magazines and other decorative bric-a-brac.

*

"Wh-what — " Kitty is malleable enough, easy to take to the side as the map crinkles with the movement. Now she's not only lost, but terribly terribly confused. "St-started? Started what, exactly, I'm not sure I'm in the right place." There's a flicker of a smile that punctuates the point. "You see I was trying to get to this coffee shop…" she points back towards the map before really looking around the room. She whistles once, "Wow. This is! Wow! Those are some very fancy schmancy costumes!" Her eyes glimmer with the shininess of the costumes. Her eyebrows draw together, "Where am I?"

*

While Kitty admires the scenery, Wanda has already moved over to a locker and put her bag in it. She looks over her shoulder while taking off her shoes (which have enough of a heel to be fancy, but are still "affordable" at their immutable core). "You are at the Hellfire Club," Wanda says, lidding her eyes as she regards the other woman suspiciously. "You are here to work, yes? You… did not smoke marijuana cigarettes before coming in, correct?" Wanda says it like this may be something she's seen before.

*

Kitty actually tilts her head to admire Wanda's shoes. "I'm amazed how well you walk in those shoes. I wore a pair of kitten heels the other day on this date that I didn't exactly know was a date when I got dressed but I was hoping it was — " the babbling is nearly nonsensical, but then she shakes her head. "I don't smoke!" she insists quickly. "Not marijuana, not regular… no smoking." She shoots the other woman a smile. "No, I was trying to get to a coffee shop. Although work is good I don't think I'm a good fit." She smiles as brightly as she can manage to be encouraging. "So… what is the Hellfire Club, exactly?"

*

Wanda nods slowly when Kitty denies that she's HIGH AS HELL on REEFER. The European woman is certainly not going to contradict Kitty. But maybe she doesn't entirely believe her. "The Hellfire Club is the elite social club for the wealthiest people in New York City," Wanda says. She's unbuttoning her dress, because, well, this is a changing room. Considering the amount of space and the number of lockers, it should be clear that this is a shame-free zone. (Cattiness-free? Of course not. But shame-free.)

"When I am finished changing into my uniform, I will show you out," Wanda says. "One thing that I can assure you this place is not, is a coffee shop."

*

"Huh," comes the eloquent reply to Wanda's explanation of the Hellfire Club. "Right." Kitty's eyes blink hard and she directs her attention back to her map. "Where on earth did I turn wrong — " she rotates the map 180 degrees and scrunches her face. When she looks up, however, Wanda is in a state of undress that causes the tiny ninja's face to turn crimson and poke her nose back into the map. "Excellent. Thank you. I just took a wrong turn. I'm sure of it! Maybe I needed to go West instead of East." She sucks on the inside of her cheek pensively as she continues to stare at there map.

"So," she's still talking to the map and feeling rather self-conscious about it, "how long have you worked here?" It won't take much for Wanda to see that Kitty is blushing so hard her ears are red. So much for hiding herself behind the map.

*

Wanda looks over her shoulder again — her BARE shoulder! She actually looks a little concerned for Kitty and the horrible blush-radiation emitting from her head parts. Perhaps Wanda should just be written off as 'Very European' in some ways.

"Several months," Wanda replies. She goes over to a rack — the map will have to move as Wanda does — and takes a costume that's been labeled with her name. The costume isn't much better than nudity, of course. In keeping with the Hellfire Club's ages-old tradition of objectification of women, it's basically slightly leveled-up lingerie, with opera-length gloves and thigh-high boots. Not even rock and roll groupies wear such risque things, and they're all total sluts. "Let me see your map," Wanda says, walking over to peek over the edge of the map and probably ruin Kitty's day even more. "Where are you trying to go?"

*

Kitty actually stares at the costume for several beats as her very hot, very red face has no hope of ever returning to normal. With the woman peeking over the edge of the map, Kitty's eyes widen in innocent surprise. "I — " her lips part. "That's your uniform? Farptizs," she observes in Yiddish. Her eyebrows arch high on her forehead from a level of unmistakeable child-like innocence, "WOW! Meshuggina! I don't think I've been that naked in front of anyone since I was a toddler. You must have some stellar confidence!" She swallows hard and her face turns even brighter crimson. "Sorry. I. Sorry." She bites her bottom lip and lowers her head.

"Uh." She points to an X on the map. "There. I'm trying to get there. And I'm painfully late." She frowns slightly. "Doesn't really bode well. For, well, anything."

*

Wanda blinks at Kitty a couple times, still trying to take measure of this excitable young woman. "It is a changing room," Wanda says, with almost an audible shrug in her voice. "At first, it was, ah, intimidating. But when you must change your clothes, you must change your clothes. If you were a man, I would be more bothered." Wanda does, however, actually begin getting re-dressed.

While hitching her corset-like top up, Wanda looks at the X, and reaches over with a red-painted fingernail — "You are here," she says, pointing a block over from the X. "Not far at all. Still, wait for me. If you are this bad at finding your spot on the map, you will probably get lost in the halls very easily, and there are some that are not to be wandered into aimlessly." Wanda adjusts her corset-top just so. "…was that Yiddish?"

*

"Thank you! Sincerely. Truly! You'd on't know how intimidating it can be going somewhere new until you're standing there in New York with your map upside down, ridiculously late for your meeting," Kitty casts Wanda a lopsided grin. She swallows hard and lowers her chin while still attempting to avert her eyes. "At least if I wander somewhere I'm not supposed to be, I'm always quick to get out. Normally." She squints, "This is an exception today. Honestly normally I'm in and out." She swallows hard at the question and then nods, "It was." With a smirk she notes, "I'm not that good anymore. Just expressions here and there. Once upon a time I was almost fluent. Almost. But as they say with all languages use it or lose — " Kitty, you're babbling again. Her lips abruptly clamp closed.

*

Kitty's babbling is giving Wanda time to pull on her boots and zip them where they need to be zipped, and then put on her gloves. When Kitty abruptly stops, Wanda looks confused. "…lose what?" Wanda turns around either way, to check herself out in the mirror, to use her fingers to fix her hair just so, to make sure her make-up is even and her lipstick doesn't need touching-up. She looks like some evil villain who James Bond would fall in love with anyway, especially with her accent. "I only know a little bit of Yiddish. Enough to barter, basically. Though I have not had much use for it in America." Wanda turns back around, hands on her hips. "I am ready. Shall I escort you out, ah…?" Wanda realizes she never caught the other woman's name.

*

"Use it or lose it. Use the language or lose the language. If you don't do one, inevitably it's," Kitty snaps, "lost. To the ether. Like it never even existed in the first place." Yes, she's uncomfortable. Yes, she is awkward. Yes, she is babbling. She inhales a deep breath and releases it slowly, allowing it to act as a mental reset of sorts. "Wow! You ladies are like dress up dolls," it's quite the observation; she couldn't imagine ever looking like that. "Please and thank you," she clutches her hands in front of her. "It's Katherine," her face scrunches up almost uncomfortably, "Well, Kitty. Kitty Pryde." Pause. "And you are?"

*

"Wanda," says the woman named Wanda. "It is nice to meet you, Kitty. Though perhaps you should remember to breathe more." Wanda reaches to touch Kitty's shoulder and gently lead her toward the door. "And yes, we are like dress up dolls, aren't we?" Whether Wanda is particularly happy about that is sort of unclear. She says it without much emotion in her voice, though maybe she's just having a bad day at work, what with finding an urchin waif in the hallway.

Wanda walks through the halls confidently — in taller heels than she came in with — but keeps a hand on Kitty's shoulder the entire time, as if to say 'stay on the path, do not deviate from it.' The Hellfire Club doesn't really take off until after dark, so the only business happening is the occasional murmur of conversation coming from the bar, the dining hall, or various function rooms, and distant-sounding music from same. The decor is decadent, and really, to a lot of people walking through the halls might act as sufficient inspiration to get really rich ASAP.

*

"A pleasure," Kitty agrees with a small nod of her head. "And, I know I should breathe more. Just kind of ramped up about today." Her lips twist to the side thoughtfully. "I finally am thinking about the future again, and thanks to," a vague glance is given to the map she's now folding, "I'm pretty sure I may have minimized my chances already." She emits a soft sigh. "I swear I am a fantastic scientist, but I'm also a woman. So." Her lips purse irritably. "It may not be in the cards for me. Might've already blew that chance."

"Seriously Wanda, I'm incredibly impressed by your balance," Kitty watches the other woman walk in the heels. "How do you do it?" The hand on her shoulder isn't given any second thought; just left to be there without any question about its presence. She did accidentally come in here. The hallway, however, causes her eyes to widen and her mouth to gape. "You must be pretty amazed to work here," she observes.

*

Wanda frowns when Kitty talks about her gender working against her. Unfortunately, she's working a job that requires her to walks around in black underpants, so she doesn't have an inspiring pep talk to give. She just gives Kitty's shoulder a very mild, unconscious squeeze. "Practice," Wanda replies. "I took my boots home and walked around in them. It made my brother insane."

Wanda looks around when Kitty indicates how crazy luxurious the Club is. "It is… very eye-opening," she says. "I had never been in a place like this before. I still have not seen every room."

*

The squeeze at Kitty's shoulder is actually reassuring, and the comment earns a small smile in turn. "I'm pretty hopeless when it comes to walking in shoes with any height. Too used to flats, I think. But maybe I'll do the same. Drive all my friends mad with my high heel walking." She casts Wanda a lopsided grin. "I bet your brother was just teasing."

Her head cants towards Wanda and Kitty nods slightly. "I suspect people like their privacy. I hope it's been a good experience for you so far — "

*

"You do not know my brother," Wanda says, with a slightly lopsided smile of her own, but she doesn't besmirch his good name any further. "Privacy is what people come here for, I think. They want to be served and to speak freely in ways that they cannot out in the world. To discuss business, or politics, or what-have-you." Wanda pauses for just a moment. "It has been interesting," she says.

*

"No, I suppose I don't," Kitty concedes. "But siblings seem to do that a lot. They give each other a hard time. All in good fun." She swallows hard. "Mostly." And then she admits, "I'm an only child. Always wonted to know what it would be like to have a brother or sister." Her lips twist to the side and she nods knowingly, "I think people want more privacy than they let on." She shrugs. "But I bet you get to see them when they're most relaxed. That's got to be an interesting job in a lot of respects."

*

Wanda finally leads Kitty into the foyer. "I suppose so," Wanda says. "I have not thought about it very much. They want privacy, so I do not try to scrutinize them. I only take their drink orders." Wanda smiles gently. She doesn't let Kitty go just yet, though. "When you leave," Wanda says, in a tone signifying a message of ominous portent, "be sure to turn left. Cross the street and you are there." She smiles, patting Kitty's shoulder as if to send the other mutant on her way.

*

There's another flicker of a smile and a nod, "Well, I bet you get to meet a lot of interesting people." Kitty gives her sweater a quick tug and then nods meaningfully at the instructions. "Okay. Turn left. Cross the street. And I'm there." She clasps her hands together and issues Wanda a nod, "Thank you. Truly. I really appreciate the help, Wanda."

*

Wanda nods in return, from her high-heeled vantage point. "Do not worry about it. However… do watch where you wander in the future. It is a very good way to easily make trouble for yourself." Wanda waits in the foyer for Kitty to exit, hands folded in front of her lap in what seems like it should be the natural resting position for a servant in that uniform.

*

There's a glimmer of mischief that colours Kitty's expression at the last followed by a vague nod as her chin tucks to her chest. "Truth," she replies easily enough; she knows too well the trouble with wandering. "I'll be more careful in the future." As she exits the foyer, passed all of the security, one question remains to be asked: how did she get inside in the first place.

The red head is cast a quick three fingered wave, and the brunette returns to the busy Manhattan street, tardy, but still determined to make her meeting.

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