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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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Peter looks at Takayuki in surprise and then grins because danger aside (or maybe because of it?), with the familiar adrenaline-rush and some bad guys being pissed off, this is actually pretty great?]
They were harassing some guy. I told them to cut it out. Don't think they liked that! Hi, I'm Peter, nice ride you got there, how's it going!
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I guess you saved me from blowing my cash on beer.
[ But he's not entirely convinced that's a good thing. ]
I'm Takayuki. [ His foot pushes down on the asphalt to take him forward, but his head turns briefly to regard Peter at his side. ] I hope you know where you're going.
[ Especially considering all the civvies he's had to swerve around so far. ]
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[He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder, skidding around a fire hydrant and jumping a curb before it can knock him off his ride.]
Other than that? No idea. I'm kinda new in town, you see.
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[ What look of disappointment Takayuki might have started to wear is wiped off as soon as they approach a crossroad. A car's starting to come down, meant to go straight along the road perpendicular to theirs.
Takayuki speeds up as much as he can and turns sharply until he's able to grab the back of car and crouch. ]
C'mere! [ His other hand's held out in Peter's direction with every intention to tug him forward so he can do the same. ]
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He manages because he was a good skater before - but it still feels clumsy without his powers and he can't help being a little dissatisfied with his performance.
Still, he beams at Takayuki when he clings to the tailgate.]
Haven't done this in forever!
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[ Takayuki's staying low, hoping the person up front doesn't notice two idiots hanging onto them. Looking behind him, he spots the drunkards again, and his brows furrow as he wonders how far they'll go. Maybe they'll give up soon. (Hopefully.) ]
The docks're this way, I'm pretty sure! [ See: a nice, open area one can beat goons up in assuming they're still followed somehow. But Takayuki's hoping that isn't the case for Peter's sake. ] But we could probably duck between some buildings 'till they give up. Game plan?
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But it would be stupid. It's something Spider-Man would do and he can't be Spider-Man right now. He can't even fight right now. And it's not fair getting this guy in trouble if he's nothing but a liability in a fight, right?]
... Another day.
[Once he gets his powers back. And then it's on.]
Let's try the buildings.
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He lets go then, using the momentum from the car to ride on. He doesn't hear anyone calling after them, and after a few moments turns the skateboard in an arc to stop and watch behind him.
Coast is clear... probably. Takayuki rubs the back of his neck and sighs, then turns to Peter. ]
Did those guys get you before you ran?
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It's quiet now, the coast is clear and he's disgruntled. When's the last time he actually ran from a fight? He can't remember. But he jumps off his skateboard with a lopsided grin, rolling his shoulders and arms.]
Yeah? Yeah. But you should see the other guy.
[... He realizes this would work better if Taka had in fact NOT seen the other guy. And his absolute absence of shiners or bloody noses. Great.]
I'm all right. Just... I hate guys like that, you know? Thinking they can just push people around. ... Hate it even more when they succeed.
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Yeah. I get what you mean.
[ He sighs. ] Still, getting yourself in danger to help someone else...
Ever think about taking fighting lessons or something?
[ Takayuki spares Peter's middle a glance. The way he's standing, "the other guy" must've gotten him good enough. ]
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[It occurs to him that maybe this isn't a bad idea per se.
Of course he had trained to control his powers, extensively, but he never had any formal training. Any normal training. And who knows how long it will actually take to get his powers back?]
You were ready to take them on back there, weren't you.
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[ Takayuki's lips press together, twisting slightly to the side before he admits: ] Weird enough, running away from an angry mob kind of makes me homesick.
...which makes me want a drink. Want to find a store? I could get an ice pack for you, too.
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[Sounds really good, actually. His stomach hurts, his bruises are pounding and now with the adrenaline slowly subsiding, he can feel the strain on his muscles from the chase and hanging on to that car.]
Yeah? I get that. Kinda. So where are you from?
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[ For Peter's sake, Takayuki doesn't walk too quickly. He takes his bonafide ADI phone out, though, looking up a map and the nearest convenience store. ]
Grew up in its best red-light district. Worst if you asked the cops, though.
You? [ Having memorised the directions, he looks Peter's way again. ] Your accent's different from the other Americans here.
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[He grins at that.]
I'm from New York.
[Look at that. Two big city boys getting together.]
Maybe those mobs are just part of the inner city experience.
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I'm assuming you did a lot of that in New York, too.
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[Not him, no, never.]
It just happens, you know? Like tonight. I guess I could look the other way but... not really.
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I guess assholes're the same no matter where you go. [ The convenience store is close now, visible a few streets down. ] In a way... it's almost as comforting as it is a pain in the ass.
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Constant through all the universes. Bad guys never disappoint.
... Speaking of which, at orientation they told us it's 2022 here. Which is wild! I mean for me, that's, that's pretty wild. What year are you from?
[And then he grins with a sort of boyish delight.]
Never thought I'd get to ask that.