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Log | July Arrival and Catch-All | ota
Who: Peter Parker and YOU? (OTA)
When: Arrival/Mid-July
Where: Bonnie's, ADI, around town
Summary: Peter gets settled at the flophouse, starts working at ADI, tries to Spider-Man without being Spider-Man
Warnings: Mentions of injuries (pecking wounds, bruises, cracked ribs), bullying, violence
(ooc: can switch to prose for all of these if prefered, I'll match)
i. Moving Day (Bonnie's) - OTA
[So ADI sounded pretty cool. And their facilities were pretty cool. And staying in their top notch apartments sounded pretty cool. And then they basically tell him You'll have to be home by 11 pm and that's pretty much that. Now here he is at the flophouse instead after they patched him up in medical, trying to leave a good impression with the landlady (he's not sure if he did, pecked to shreds as he is. He's not bleeding on the carpet though? It's something?).
Everything hurts and for the first time he realizes just how used he is to his powers. Not just the strength or the speed but the endurance. Of being able to take a hit or twenty, of getting flung into walls or hitting the ground and getting up again. But now? Now he's full of tiny scabbed wounds, his entire side is bruised and he can't quite remember if the doctor said something about a cracked rib or two. Every step hurts and it reminds him of the days where Flash would kick the ever-living hell out of him and he could do nothing but take it lying down.
Then there's of course the humiliation of getting bested by a bunch of stupid birds. And a tree. Falling out of a tree, he thinks that hurts worst. Climbing, that's his thing. It's supposed to be his thing. He can't have it not be his thing.
It sucks. This sucks. He wants his powers back. He feels blind and deaf and weak without them and he's already low-key thinking about how to go on about that. There's gotta be criminals around town, right? Bad people? Bullies like Flash? He can scare them and then he'll be back on his feet and be a lot more useful to the whole stopping the apocalypse thing. With his powers, he could have grabbed a bird easily, they could have examined it, they could have gotten answers. And who knows if ADI's even telling the truth about everything. Maybe they're just the... the ADI Entity. Trying to keep them weak on purpose.
He's in one of the communal bathrooms, washing his face and scowling at his scratches when he sees someone else come in.]
Hi. [He rubs the side of his head with a towel, looking over.]
Do you, uh, you live here? I'm Room 4. ... I mean, I'm in Room 4, that's, it's not my name, it's just. I stay there. Here.
ii. Hanging out (Bonnie's) - OTA
[Peter is taking it easy for the first days after the bird accident. He's taken a liking to the ground floor, hanging out in the communal room. It gives him a better feel for the place and his housemates. Sometimes he moves to sit between the masses of potted plants, looking out the window and watching the street outside. Today he hangs out on a couch with a bag of chips and a notebook he bought in town, switching back and forth between writing and playing on his smartphone, still marveling at how much better than his old phone it is.
Truth is in the eye of the beholder. That's what the piece of paper said when he got here, right? He wonders what's up with that. He writes it in the upper corner of his notebook, doodling around it. There are other notes, too. About the Entities - along with some sketches how he imagines them to look, all very fantasy-Lovecraftian-like. About time travel and the multiverse (how cool is it that it's real?) and some theories how he could have ended up here. A list of things that 2022 has that are really cool. A grocery list and some calculations for fabric.
When someone enters, he looks up briefly, taking them in before muttering a greeting. Maybe giving them a small little wave depending on their reaction. Maybe leaning around the couch to see where they're going or what they're up to.
Maybe fingerguns and a smile if he knows them.]
iii. Lab Rat (ADI research or equipment department) - OTA
[This is worse than pretending to be an intern at Oscorp.
Peter looks around, a little overwhelmed by the mass of people who also work here. It's just very different from building things in your shed and he realizes that he has no idea how this works. Great.
After some hesitation he finally steps over to someone who looks like they're not currently too engrossed in work and clears his throat, holding up his hand in a greeting.]
Hi. Sorry. Can I, I was wondering, do I just...
[His hands come up. Points at equipment. Workstations.]
Do I just take it, I mean, after signing off on it, I'll probably have to sign off on it. But is there like. Projects. Do I have to join a project, can I just start my own, is there a... a project approval department to approve of my... projects...
iv. Skate or... maybe not die but definitely get your ass kicked? (Around town) - OTA
[When the first paycheck arrives, the first thing he buys is a skateboard. Until he gets his powers back, he needs a way to get around town that isn't walking. Next to swinging, it's as good as it gets.
He's on his way back to Bonnie's when he sees an altercation in the street. Looks like a bunch of drunk guys harassing a much smaller man in a two-piece suit. Peter skids to a stop, takes a second to lament that he has neither suit nor powers, then decides to step in anyway.]
Hey! Leave him alone!
[It goes, of course, how it goes.
Angry eyes on him. Posturing. Legs that definitely did not skip leg day stomping towards him. Maybe one or two remarks from his side that do nothing to de-escalate the situation, what can he say.
In his defense, he tries? He really does try. But his swing goes nowhere and then he gets punched in the gut and goes down immediately and God, he sucks. He can't believe how much he sucks. Somehow he manages to bring his board up and smack the guy up the chin with it. He lets go with an angry cry and Peter stumbles back, looking at his life, looking at his choices. Yeah, that's not good. At least their victim has taken off so, in a way, that's a win?]
You know. I just remembered something. I'm actually late for my running from your problems self-help group, so, gotta go, bye, see ya!
[He kicks off the board and soars down the street with the beefy stampede on his heel, yelling and waving his arms when he's coming up to someone walking ahead.]
Sorry! Sorry! Coming through! Angry drunk people on a rampage!
v. wildcard
[For (event-)things yet to come or other ideas. c:]
When: Arrival/Mid-July
Where: Bonnie's, ADI, around town
Summary: Peter gets settled at the flophouse, starts working at ADI, tries to Spider-Man without being Spider-Man
Warnings: Mentions of injuries (pecking wounds, bruises, cracked ribs), bullying, violence
(ooc: can switch to prose for all of these if prefered, I'll match)
i. Moving Day (Bonnie's) - OTA
[So ADI sounded pretty cool. And their facilities were pretty cool. And staying in their top notch apartments sounded pretty cool. And then they basically tell him You'll have to be home by 11 pm and that's pretty much that. Now here he is at the flophouse instead after they patched him up in medical, trying to leave a good impression with the landlady (he's not sure if he did, pecked to shreds as he is. He's not bleeding on the carpet though? It's something?).
Everything hurts and for the first time he realizes just how used he is to his powers. Not just the strength or the speed but the endurance. Of being able to take a hit or twenty, of getting flung into walls or hitting the ground and getting up again. But now? Now he's full of tiny scabbed wounds, his entire side is bruised and he can't quite remember if the doctor said something about a cracked rib or two. Every step hurts and it reminds him of the days where Flash would kick the ever-living hell out of him and he could do nothing but take it lying down.
Then there's of course the humiliation of getting bested by a bunch of stupid birds. And a tree. Falling out of a tree, he thinks that hurts worst. Climbing, that's his thing. It's supposed to be his thing. He can't have it not be his thing.
It sucks. This sucks. He wants his powers back. He feels blind and deaf and weak without them and he's already low-key thinking about how to go on about that. There's gotta be criminals around town, right? Bad people? Bullies like Flash? He can scare them and then he'll be back on his feet and be a lot more useful to the whole stopping the apocalypse thing. With his powers, he could have grabbed a bird easily, they could have examined it, they could have gotten answers. And who knows if ADI's even telling the truth about everything. Maybe they're just the... the ADI Entity. Trying to keep them weak on purpose.
He's in one of the communal bathrooms, washing his face and scowling at his scratches when he sees someone else come in.]
Hi. [He rubs the side of his head with a towel, looking over.]
Do you, uh, you live here? I'm Room 4. ... I mean, I'm in Room 4, that's, it's not my name, it's just. I stay there. Here.
ii. Hanging out (Bonnie's) - OTA
[Peter is taking it easy for the first days after the bird accident. He's taken a liking to the ground floor, hanging out in the communal room. It gives him a better feel for the place and his housemates. Sometimes he moves to sit between the masses of potted plants, looking out the window and watching the street outside. Today he hangs out on a couch with a bag of chips and a notebook he bought in town, switching back and forth between writing and playing on his smartphone, still marveling at how much better than his old phone it is.
Truth is in the eye of the beholder. That's what the piece of paper said when he got here, right? He wonders what's up with that. He writes it in the upper corner of his notebook, doodling around it. There are other notes, too. About the Entities - along with some sketches how he imagines them to look, all very fantasy-Lovecraftian-like. About time travel and the multiverse (how cool is it that it's real?) and some theories how he could have ended up here. A list of things that 2022 has that are really cool. A grocery list and some calculations for fabric.
When someone enters, he looks up briefly, taking them in before muttering a greeting. Maybe giving them a small little wave depending on their reaction. Maybe leaning around the couch to see where they're going or what they're up to.
Maybe fingerguns and a smile if he knows them.]
iii. Lab Rat (ADI research or equipment department) - OTA
[This is worse than pretending to be an intern at Oscorp.
Peter looks around, a little overwhelmed by the mass of people who also work here. It's just very different from building things in your shed and he realizes that he has no idea how this works. Great.
After some hesitation he finally steps over to someone who looks like they're not currently too engrossed in work and clears his throat, holding up his hand in a greeting.]
Hi. Sorry. Can I, I was wondering, do I just...
[His hands come up. Points at equipment. Workstations.]
Do I just take it, I mean, after signing off on it, I'll probably have to sign off on it. But is there like. Projects. Do I have to join a project, can I just start my own, is there a... a project approval department to approve of my... projects...
iv. Skate or... maybe not die but definitely get your ass kicked? (Around town) - OTA
[When the first paycheck arrives, the first thing he buys is a skateboard. Until he gets his powers back, he needs a way to get around town that isn't walking. Next to swinging, it's as good as it gets.
He's on his way back to Bonnie's when he sees an altercation in the street. Looks like a bunch of drunk guys harassing a much smaller man in a two-piece suit. Peter skids to a stop, takes a second to lament that he has neither suit nor powers, then decides to step in anyway.]
Hey! Leave him alone!
[It goes, of course, how it goes.
Angry eyes on him. Posturing. Legs that definitely did not skip leg day stomping towards him. Maybe one or two remarks from his side that do nothing to de-escalate the situation, what can he say.
In his defense, he tries? He really does try. But his swing goes nowhere and then he gets punched in the gut and goes down immediately and God, he sucks. He can't believe how much he sucks. Somehow he manages to bring his board up and smack the guy up the chin with it. He lets go with an angry cry and Peter stumbles back, looking at his life, looking at his choices. Yeah, that's not good. At least their victim has taken off so, in a way, that's a win?]
You know. I just remembered something. I'm actually late for my running from your problems self-help group, so, gotta go, bye, see ya!
[He kicks off the board and soars down the street with the beefy stampede on his heel, yelling and waving his arms when he's coming up to someone walking ahead.]
Sorry! Sorry! Coming through! Angry drunk people on a rampage!
v. wildcard
[For (event-)things yet to come or other ideas. c:]
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[Luka pauses in the middle of brushing his teeth, staring at the person with the overly friendly greeting next to him.
There's a long pause before he spits the toothpaste out and rinses his mouth.]
Yeah. I live here, too.
[And that's all the information he's gonna give him. He takes a towel and wipes his face.
There's something off about his face. Or maybe it's the mirror that's off. Maybe his reflection is just a smidge too slow, or too sharp, or too blurry.
The mirror is probably just old. It's probably nothing.]
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Cool.
[Man, that faucet sounds like crickets.]
What room are you in, uh, like, in case I need you to reach something on the top shelf for me?
[He glances over at the mirror, frowning for a moment, taking in his own reflection. Maybe giving it a little wave. Then he adds helpfully,]
'Cause you're tall.
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You could use a ladder.
[He turns off the water.]
Or a chair. Or a stool.
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[This is going well.]
So, uh, what's your name? I'm Peter. Are you...
[He realizes this isn't ADI and he pauses. What's a good and inconspicuous way to ask if someone was from another universe?]
Are you local? From... here?
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[He has an almost desperate, instinctive need to be anonymous but it's just prudent as well.
Still, this kid is probably from ADU, and it's not like he can hide his identity from them, especially if he talks to anyone.
Then again, it could also be because of his accent.
This time he turns to the kid and raises his eyebrows, sounding more annoyed than before.]
No. Where do you think I'm from?
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[This is not going well.]
Y-you know. From... elsewhere. A place that is very different from this one right here. Some might say like an entire different world even.
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People say that to me all the time. Because I'm not from this country.
[He's also 99% sure he's from ADI at this point, so he takes pity on him, finally.]
You're from a different world, too. Aren't you?
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[His eyes widen suddenly and he holds his hands up, waving them frantically.]
Oh no, nonono sir, that's not what I meant at all, I meant--
[Oh. He drops his hands, exhaling.]
Yeah. Yeah, that. I meant that.
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[Luka's tone is very dry but he has made the right assumption, the kid clearly didn't mean it. It's almost funny, but he just doesn't feel much like laughing lately.]
Yes, I'm from a different world. You're with ADI?
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[He shrugs.]
I mean, they gave me the whole tour and said I can work in one of the departments which I guess I'll do? They have pretty good equipment. But I didn't like their curfew. And they got some weird policies.
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[This time he turns and looks at the kid, an intense look in his eyes.]
Don't trust them, all right? I work with them too, but you cannot trust them.
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Okay. Got it. I guess I wasn't, not really, maybe that's why I'm here...
Why? Do you know something?
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[He certainly doesn't want to tell him exactly why they can't be trusted, but he should tell him something.]
I know you have no reason to trust me, either, but...just be careful, all right? Some of their methods are...cruel.
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[Luka is right, he has no reason to trust him. But he has all the more reasons to collect as much information as possible and if this guy knows something he doesn't...]
What do you mean? How so?
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Have they explained to you what Avatars are yet?
[He rubs his face, involuntarily, as if he had to reassure himself it was still there.]
ADI does not treat them well when they capture them. And that's if they capture them instead of killing them.
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[Peter frowns, leaning back against the sink.]
Don't they hurt people?
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[Do you really have to put it like that though.]
Not necessarily. Some do, but others...they just scare people. That's all.
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[It makes sense, though, right? Everything in this world seems to run on fear.
And that's bad, he knows that, but it would be hypocritical to judge if he's already been thinking about... at least trying to game the system.]
I mean, I guess that's not so bad. If they scared bad people, for example.
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[What is a boogeyman exactly anyway.]
Yeah, yeah, exactly!
Only bad people. Because they deserve it anyway, right?
[Huh. He had been scaring innocent people but that actually might be a better way of going about things. Who knew?]
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[This is a weird conversation. But one he's had, strangely enough, in his head.]
If they've been attacking or hurting others... I guess it's fair game? But you'd still be helping the Entities so I don't know...
Not that I'd scare people, just, in theory.
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[In theory of course. Purely theoretical and not practical in any way.]
This world is messed up and mitigating the harm may be the best we can do for now.
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What do you know about them? The Entities?
[That guy already seems way more relaxed about them than ADI so maybe he knows one or two things they don't?]
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They're dangerous. Supernatural...things will just happen and you won't even realize it. And it's everywhere in this world, permeating everything. Someone, something can affect your mind and you won't even know it until it's too late. You could be hurting your best friend with a smile on your face.
[He trails off, going very quiet for a moment.]
You can't trust your mind. Or yourself. Or the world around you.
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That sounds very scary.
[That's a pretty bleak picture he's painting there. Bitter almost. But there's more, Peter can feel it, like a buzzing in his head the more this guy tells him, the more he finds out, the more he knows.]
Did that happen to you?
[Are you scared?]
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Yes.
[He doesn't really want to elaborate much more on that.
But yes.
He was scared.
He's still scared.
He's terrified of it happening again.]
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