Magic Show Rehearsal

[Wanda Maximoff]

After more practices than she could count, Wanda was getting nearer to starting her career as a magician's assistant. Max was a great boss, and very patient. He was also enthusiastic about adding the bonus of her mutation into the show, which was more than she could have asked for.

After getting dressed in her first outfit, Wanda headed out towards the stage; this was yet another rehearsal, but Pietro had said he'd drop by to see her (Max had allowed it, for it encouraged her to get comfortable around an audience) and she was excited. "Ready, Max!" She called.

[Everyone Else]

::Tiboldt was admittedly driving Wanda hard, although no harder than he drove himself, or had driven his previous assistants. He was patient, and she had learned quickly. They had practiced his other tricks and illusions, and had been working to incorporate her "hexes," as she called them, the fruit of her mutation.

Dressed in a tuxedo and top hat, he sat on the stage with a bottle of water, waiting for her. He waved when she appeared,:: "Come up, my Dear, and we'll try the box again."

[Wanda Maximoff]

"Yes, Sir!" She said with a grin, heading to the stage. She was enthusiastic, as always.

[Everyone Else]

::Tiboldt was always astounded by her enthusiasm; it was rare, but she was new to the business. He climbed to his feet and crossed to the seven-foot high steel box, before stepping inside.:: "Strap my arms and ankles, and then shut the door."

[Wanda Maximoff]

For those who knew Wanda, she was always enthusiastic when doing things she enjoyed, and she wouldn't have interviewed for this job if she didn't think she'd enjoy it.

Getting onto the stage, Wanda headed over to the steel box and began the process of strapping his arms and ankles. They had gone over how to do the straps several times, so she would not make them too tight. When she had finished that, she shut the door as he instructed, and as they had practiced multiple times.

[Everyone Else]

::The moment the door shut, Tiboldt began a countdown, while he began to loosen the straps to break out of them. He had this down to a science, certainly an art form, and once out, he slipped from the back of the box to go back stage. When she opened the box again, it would be empty.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

Wanda awaited the appropriate amount of time for him to escape the straps and then slip out of the back of the box. When she counted to the right number, she opened the door with a flourish and made a small gasp.

[Everyone Else]

::Tiboldt had claimbed the ladder backstage, and counted to ten after her flourish, before he jumped from the small waiting area built near the rafters; he landed on his feet. He had once been a tumbler.:: "Well done, Wanda."

[Wanda Maximoff]

She beamed at him. "Thanks, Max," She said, genuinely happy. Wanda always appreciated his praise; he was a professional magician, after all.

[Everyone Else]

::Tiboldt returned her smile, and then examining her costume, frowned slightly. He gestured for her to come closer.:: "You missed a button; come here."

[Wanda Maximoff]

Wanda looked down and stepped forward, not seeing which button he was referring to. "Where?" She asked.

[Everyone Else]

::Tiboldt crossed the distance between them and reached out, managed to poke his finger through a button hole above her stomach.:: "This one."

[Wanda Maximoff]

"Oh," She said, reaching down to fix it. "Thanks," Wanda said. How could she have forgotten that button?

[Everyone Else]

"You're welcome," ::Tiboldt told her, chuckling. He had a keen eye for costume details, although it was easy enough to miss. He straightened her top for her, to make certain it was in order.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

"You do have an eye for details," She added with a grin. "But don't worry, I promise I won't be sloppy with my costume." That was more serious; she would not mistreat it, and would make sure everything was perfect before her first performance.