Guest starring...

Darcy stared at the screen, quirking an eyebrow.

"Huh. When did this get an R rating?" she said.

There was a new character in Wandavision. She'd only been in a couple of episodes, but the most notable thing about her (well, about her character, Darcy was at least going to try to be professional) was her dress sense. Or, well, lack of one.

Hearing about older sitcom norms was part of studying this weird hex. She was pretty sure, though, none of them had gone full-frontal. The latest character, Sylvie, seemed to be a side character dedicated to the running joke of her perpetually forgetting to get dressed. Darcy wasn't sure how that was meant to work but, well, it was a sitcom starring a witch and a robot, she probably wasn't meant to.

"Isn't Hayward going to be annoyed by you watching that in work hours?" Jimmy said.

Darcy jumped.

"When did you get here?" she said.

"It's been a few minutes," Jimmy said. "Shouldn't you be watching that Wandavision thing?"

"This is that Wandavision thing!" Darcy said.

There was a squeal from the screen. Sylvie, now, was crouching behind a potted plant, almost covering up the middle of her body, her cheeks flushed. She was wriggling awkwardly, trying to get a grip on it with her hands to lift up the pot. The pot, and the shrub inside it, when held up could hide both her core and the plant almost reached her shoulders - it did nothing to hide the fact she was naked, made evident by the skin visible on her sides, but it was hypothetically modest.

She was muttering to herself, blush visible even in the lack of color, as she eventually managed to lift the pot. She shimmied slowly along, apparently trying to get home, though it wasn't clear where her home was.

The streets were quieter. Sylvie made it a little way, smiling amiably in a clearly-strained fashion when someone did pass by.

"Yoo hoo!" one of the show's characters, who Darcy identified as Agnes, said, waving. At that, Sylvie jumped and dropped the pot; she yelped as it shattered, baring herself to the familiar sound of tinned laughter.

"She's been doing that for half the episode," Darcy said. "Keeps trying to cover up, and keeps going wrong. Some nice gags. A few kinda get old, but still."

"Huh. Interesting direction," Jimmy said.

They both made vaguely disappointed sounds when the camera cut away from the nude Sylvie, to more of Wanda and Vision's drama.

"You don't fit," 'Agnes,' mused.

Sylvie was sat on the couch, a cushion on her lap, and her arms crossed, face red. Part of her mind was still aware of the TVA, of trying to hide out, and was simultaneously confused as to why they'd yet to show up, and infuriated by how terrible her attempts to dress had gone. Unfortunately, that part of her mind wasn't in the driving seat, and was left to the mortifying whims of a persona far too adept at ending up naked where everyone could see.

Though even that personality wasn't having much sway right now, left in a daze as Agnes peered at her. She pressed a hand to the side of Sylvie's head.

Sylvie should've been able to deal with that kind of petty magic; it was nothing like the source that powered the spell on this whole town. Enchanted as she was, though, there was little she could do.

"Interesting," Agnes mused. "TVA? That explains a few things. You know, every law of magic suggests there should be multiple worlds out there, but no one's ever been able to find them, beyond a few minor dimensions. So that's who you are."

'Sylvie' laughed faintly, unable to really react to what Agnes was saying. Agnes tutted.

"Of course, I can't have you telling Wanda about me. Don't worry, just a simple spell, will stop you talking about any of this. It is impressive work, what she's done," Agnes said. "And you are interesting. Come by any time."

"I don't suppose you have a spare shirt?" Sylvie said obliviously. "I was dreadfully forgetful this morning."

"Really?" Agnes said. "Why, what happened this morning? Where do you live?"

Sylvie faltered. Agnes smirked to herself.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head," Agnes said. "Sure, I have a spare, though I doubt it'll do you much good. Delightful role she has for you, isn't it?"

Agnes got up, left, and returned with a knitted top; Sylvie hadn't moved. Only when Agnes gave her the shirt and waved her hand, could Sylvie react.

"Ah! thank you, thank you," Sylvie said, eagerly pulling the top on over her head.

It was thin, a single layer that showed the outline of her body too well, but when pulled-up it hid her chest and most of her butt. If she crouched, it slipped down further.

Stumbling over her own feet, Sylvie made it to the door, arms clutched over her chest to hold the shirt down.

Agnes watched her leave. When stray thread caught in the doorway, she laughed wickedly, and watched in amusement as the top started to unravel around the oblivious blonde. She wondered how much would be left by the time Sylvie noticed.

Sylvie had been in Westview for a couple of days. Darcy wasn't sure she'd seen her dressed for more than a few seconds at a time - and, of course, now color had returned to the town.

"So, what's the latest?" Jimmy said.

"Sylvie was hiding behind a bush in a garden, but didn't realize the whole neighborhood had planned a barbecue in that garden," Darcy said. She picked at her popcorn. "Wait for it..."

Jimmy glanced at the screen. There was a rear view of the nude blonde, nervously holding onto the hedge, peering over at an ever-growing crowd, shaking a little. She didn't seem to have been noticed yet, but she also didn't seem to have any way out.

"I meant what's the latest with Wanda?" Jimmy said. "She is the priority."

"I am at the mercy of what the C-Wanda decided to broadcast," Darcy said still not looking away. "She had a B-plot earlier. Twins or something."

"She has twins?!"

"Shush!" Darcy said.

Dottie, one of the recurring cast members, milled around the garden, sipping at a glass. She came at Sylvie from the side, missed while Sylvie was too busy peering over the hedge. Dottie raised her eyebrows.

"Sylvie?!"

Sylvie's head jerked sideways, and then she screamed, jumping up in a panic. It was, in retrospect, a very questionable reaction; not only did it draw the attention of the whole party, but the motion saw her breasts bounce just high enough that her immediate attempt to cross her arm over them missed, instead merely supporting them.

She spent a second frantically adjusting, going bright red. It was genuinely impressive how red her face looked in full-color.

"Um. Hi?" Sylvie squeaked.

"What's the reason now?" Dottie said tiredly.

"Agnes let me use her shower," Sylvie said, looking down. "I was trying to find a room to dry in. I didn't recognize the front door."

There was a laugh track again, as Sylvie squirmed on the spot. She nervously looked around the party.

"Wouldn't have called Wanda adding this to her show," Jimmy said.

The camera lovingly panned around Sylvie's butt.

"Girl knows what she likes, I guess," Darcy said.

"Did we ever find the real identity of that blonde?"

"No luck," Darcy said.

They watched together as Sylvie squealed, in the typical, exaggerated way of her character, and ran nude through the packed yard, **** for more cover. Darcy tried not to pout when the camera cut away.