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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-14 03:56 pm
heyunderoos) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-14 03:56 pm
Log: I'm Real, I'm real!
Who: Peter Parker & You!
When: March 13th mid evening, March 14th the morning
Where: Around ADI building
Summary: Peter arrives to the ADI confused, alarmed and injured.
Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia, descriptions of injuries
A. Illusions - OTA
He sucks in another sharp panicky breath as he curls a hand tightly against his chest. Pain radiates its way through Peter as he staggers out of a supply closet into very plain hallways.
It isn't the dark dim hallways Mysterio projected before, but Peter isn't sure what else Beck actually is capable of. What else can he do? Does he have any other kinds of weaponry on him? Are they even still in that warehouse?
Is Beck just making him walk in circles?
Peter's hands shake as they curl into fists. A frustrated growl escaping him as he picks a direction to stalk down. The adrenaline from earlier is starting to drop. He can feel every bump and bruise he's taken. Even with the padding in his suit protecting him, he can still feel where he's been shot.
"Just stop this! Right now!" He shouts at the quiet hallways. The lack of response does nothing to make Peter feel any better.
Why isn't Quentin Beck just killing him? The man was leading up to that earlier.
Those who encounter Peter will see the teenager pacing the halls, eyes wide and wild. He's glad in an all black tactical suit, a mask with white big lenses on the front that moves with his eyes blinking.
Others could see him ducking into an open office, trying to climb a wall only to slide right off onto the floor. He keeps trying to go up walls and getting more frustrated by the minute.
B. Truths- OTA
After his frankly kind of embarrassing outburst upon arrival, Peter is doing his best to kind of lay low. As low as anyone else just arriving can anyway.
He had been calmed down and shown the ropes, and well. He feels kind of dumb now. A night of sleep also helped a lot. He still feels incredibly sore. He just needs to take it easy. Keep icing his bruises. Normally he heals way faster than this, but he guesses he took a bit of a beating this time.
The fact he's still in costume the next day probably makes it hard to miss him, but he's kind of low on choices right now. Taking the mask off actually helps it be less weird at least. The bruises blossoming on his face likely are hard to miss, but, he can't really do much about those.
Peter is tucked away in a corner of the canteen, picking over some microwave food. It isn't great, but he's starving, and trying to just inhale all of it. He doesn't want to choke on the food. He's already kind of made enough of a scene as it is.
At someone else's approach, he sits up a bit stiffly, but manages an embarrassed thin smile. "Sorry, did I take your table-?"
He scoots one of the plastic colorful chairs back. "I can find another table."
When: March 13th mid evening, March 14th the morning
Where: Around ADI building
Summary: Peter arrives to the ADI confused, alarmed and injured.
Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia, descriptions of injuries
A. Illusions - OTA
He sucks in another sharp panicky breath as he curls a hand tightly against his chest. Pain radiates its way through Peter as he staggers out of a supply closet into very plain hallways.
It isn't the dark dim hallways Mysterio projected before, but Peter isn't sure what else Beck actually is capable of. What else can he do? Does he have any other kinds of weaponry on him? Are they even still in that warehouse?
Is Beck just making him walk in circles?
Peter's hands shake as they curl into fists. A frustrated growl escaping him as he picks a direction to stalk down. The adrenaline from earlier is starting to drop. He can feel every bump and bruise he's taken. Even with the padding in his suit protecting him, he can still feel where he's been shot.
"Just stop this! Right now!" He shouts at the quiet hallways. The lack of response does nothing to make Peter feel any better.
Why isn't Quentin Beck just killing him? The man was leading up to that earlier.
Those who encounter Peter will see the teenager pacing the halls, eyes wide and wild. He's glad in an all black tactical suit, a mask with white big lenses on the front that moves with his eyes blinking.
Others could see him ducking into an open office, trying to climb a wall only to slide right off onto the floor. He keeps trying to go up walls and getting more frustrated by the minute.
B. Truths- OTA
After his frankly kind of embarrassing outburst upon arrival, Peter is doing his best to kind of lay low. As low as anyone else just arriving can anyway.
He had been calmed down and shown the ropes, and well. He feels kind of dumb now. A night of sleep also helped a lot. He still feels incredibly sore. He just needs to take it easy. Keep icing his bruises. Normally he heals way faster than this, but he guesses he took a bit of a beating this time.
The fact he's still in costume the next day probably makes it hard to miss him, but he's kind of low on choices right now. Taking the mask off actually helps it be less weird at least. The bruises blossoming on his face likely are hard to miss, but, he can't really do much about those.
Peter is tucked away in a corner of the canteen, picking over some microwave food. It isn't great, but he's starving, and trying to just inhale all of it. He doesn't want to choke on the food. He's already kind of made enough of a scene as it is.
At someone else's approach, he sits up a bit stiffly, but manages an embarrassed thin smile. "Sorry, did I take your table-?"
He scoots one of the plastic colorful chairs back. "I can find another table."
Yelena - TDM continuation
pretend I posted this to the right thread the first time
So, what kind of cat does Delmar's have? And does it try to bat at your head when you walk in?
I saw nothing, we'll pretend peter was in his tactical suit the entire time
He presses a hand lightly against his side where he was shot. The bulletproof vest built into it did the job of protecting him, but didn't stop him from hurting.
He's definitely becoming grounded now in the moment.]
Oh. Delmar has Murph. I'm not sure what kind cat Murph is. He's looks close to a calico, with his fur pattern, but not quite. Murph is really nice, loves being petted, will lick your hand if you just let him.
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[You know. Vaguely doglike.
She notes the motion, and it's familiar enough to ring warning bells. She doesn't see any blood, but that's never meant no damage.
Well, shit. That changes the timeline a little.]
Are you hurt?
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The fact he's actually here is settling over the teenager. Redirection from talk of home only adds to the reality of the situation.
This isn't Prague, this isn't the warehouse.]
I... think I am. [ He touches the place where he was shot once again.] Not- really, really bad, just- I was shot maybe? I fell off of something.
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[One that she...tends to share, actually.
Hypocrisy is just one of her many virtues.]
There's an infirmary here. Do you think you can ignore anything strange you might see if you open your eyes to follow me?
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Peter nods slowly, taking a breath and finally opening his eyes. Around him is just a plain-looking office, nothing really out of place. He blinks a little, before looking at Yelena.
He's not sure if he should be embarrassed or not.]
Uh- thank you, for helping me.
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[There's a hint of something like amusement there, and something like sympathy.]
I was where you are not very long ago. It's easier if we look out for one another.
[She offers him a hand.]
I'm Yelena.
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[He will realize later that's how most things happen, for now, that is about the best defense that comes to mind.
He readily accepts Yelena's offered hand. Some relief clear enough on his features.] I'm Peter, Peter Parker. It's nice to meet you, even with- uh everything else going on.
And thank you again.
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She's aware her standards are not entirely reasonable, at least when applied to other people.
She gives his hand a firm shake.]
Likewise, Peter Parker. Come with me.
we'll also pretend I had peter take the mask off in my last tag, lol
When Yelena starts walking, Peter will fall into step with her.] Do you think the person whose office I kinda... freaked out in will be mad?
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[She pushes out into the hallway, tipping her head to the left.]
The elevators are this way. The infirmary's down on the third basement level. And they'll get over it - you didn't cause any damage the maintenance crew can't fix.
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Yelena isn't Beck and Peter finds some comfort in that. He kind of clings to the notion to keep himself from thinking about it too much.
He rubs at his face a little wincing at the bruises he can feel coming on.] Do a lot of people freak out like I did-?