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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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Sorry! Sorry. That was my bad, that's on me, are you all right, can you move, can we do the whole apology thing while moving...
[... because he's kind of, sort of struggling back to his feet and moving backwards, glancing back and forth between the man - oh man, he only has one arm, as if he didn't feel shitty enough about this already - and the looming stampede on the horizon.]
Sir, you, you really gotta get up.
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[Peter blinks at the hand, then takes it, stumbling to his feet.]
... yeahhhsorta? [He stares at Manji, unsure, at the approaching mob.]
They harassed this guy. Told 'em to cut it out. Who woulda thought, they kinda took that personally. ... Like, I really think we should go...
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[Uhhh.
Peter stares at the dagger. Look, he loves escalation like the next person but this seems excessive? And potentially bloody? And deadly?]
Uh, I don't, like, there's this saying where I'm from, it's don't bring a knife to a fistfight...
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So stay back if you don't want to get hurt, kid. I'll make sure these guys won't bother you anymore. [Yes, despite Manji only being a handful of years older than Peter he's going to keep calling him a kid.]
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Look, that's, uh, that's really nice of you inaslightlypsychoticway but that's really not necessary? I'm good with the running, that's, totally okay with it, no hurt pride on my end, I swear--
[Ah crap. He turns towards the approaching men, trying to wave them off as well.]
Hey! Hey, you guys better clear out! Really! Get out of here!
[It has, of course, no effect other than uproarious laughter.]
CW: Violence, fighting, cutting, and threat of gun violence
[Maybe he should have mentioned to Peter the whole being immortal thing before he decided to put himself into the middle of this problem. Regardless, Manji rushes forward with reckless abandon. A few men do clue in to the fact that Manji is holding a weapon and they start to draw out their own. Those are the men Manji decides to target first.
Clearly Manji has been trained to fight. Both professionally and just in life experience judging by the way he moves once in the fight. Ducking past punches and blows to slash out at a man drawing a blade. Who stumbles back into another with a cry of pain, slowing them both down. Manji doesn't stop, moving with a natural flow to the next man who is going for a gun, but he doesn't get a chance to use it before Manji is slicing through his shoulder and forcing him to drop it.
What might not be clear is that Manji is actually holding himself back. He heard Peter, even if he was acting like he didn't, avoiding any killing blows for his sake. The last thing Manji wanted was for Peter to blame himself for any death that happens here. Of course to most people looking on it probably doesn't look like Manji is actively trying to avoid causing lasting damage to the thugs and is just swinging to kill.]
CW: Violence, fighting, cutting, and threat of gun violence
Whoa.
For a moment he stares, then he's ushered into action by the perceived violence of it and actually tries to move into the fight to break it up. It does look too bloody for his liking and he has to get in the middle of it.]
Hey! Stop it!
[What does he get for his trouble? One of them tackling him and then he's getting decked in the face. Again. There's a muffled curse and he stumbles back, clutching at his nose.]
Really!? You know, I'm trying to help you guys! Come on!
[He ducks the next swing and kicks the guy's shin with all he has. It's not graceful but effective.]
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[The question is, will one handgun be enough to make the rest of the group scatter? If it doesn't Manji may end up accidentally shooting himself with his stolen weapon.]
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[Mumble grumble. He may not want Manji to slice them to ribbons or-- oh great, now he's waving the gun, this is just getting better and better --but he won't ever pass up the opportunity to join in on a quip.]
You better listen to him. That guy is crazy. Like, look at him. That's certifiably insane.
[He leans over a bit.]
No offense.
CW: Action of self harm and description of worms
[Without any hesitation he digs the blade in deep, cutting himself in a way that has a spray of blood splatter across the men, blood pooling out his neck and mouth. Yet, Manji remains standing; in fact he takes a couple shaking steps into a street light so the freaked out men can get a good look.]
Oh shit... what the fuck is that!? [One of the men point towards Manji who is currently wheezing. Waiting for his vocal cords to work again.] Somethin' moving!! [If Peter dares to look closer at that gaping wound then he will indeed see something moving and wiggling inside the man's skin. Worms. Worms crawling, wiggling, and repair the damage that he's done.]
That's right... [Manji's voice is rough. The worms still working to heal his voice box, but enough for it to function again.] The worms in my blood are hungry... they'll eat you inside out. [Which is a complete lie, but the men that Manji has covered in his own blood don't know that. Peter also probably doesn't know that.] You may still have a few moments if you wash it off fast enough, but they burrow in quick.
CW: Action of self harm and description of worms
[And then the guy cuts his throat and Peter yells in shock and dismay. He likes to think he would have stopped him the moment his hand lifts to his neck, revealing what he was about to do, but his reflexes are so slow it feels like every action is delayed, like he's moving through molasses. By the time he brings his wrist up to use his web fluid and do something about it, anonymity be damned, it's already too late and there's blood spraying everywhere.
No, no, nonono, maybe he can web his throat shut and rush him to the hospital? But then he sees that the guy is... not dead? Moving forward? With-- wait, there's something moving in his-- Oh what in. The. Hell. Is that.
There's a lot of screaming and running now, the men finally scrambling to find some water or maybe disinfectant as they rush down the street in utter terror.
Peter finds himself frozen to the spot. He stares at the worms, paralysed, stuck between a sudden wave of nausea and fascination (how? where do they come from? is he like him, genetically altered?) that keeps him both from running or moving forward towards Manji.]
Wh-- wh-- what the hell are you?
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It's part of the reason that he turns towards Peter with a wicked grin on his face.] A demon. Isn't that obvious? [Soon enough the cut is completely healed. As if it had never happened at all except for all the blood that was still soaking his shirt and splattered across the ground.]
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[That's just his luck, isn't it? Bumping into an Entity with his skateboard. This night is just getting better and better.
Peter is pale, still in shock over what he just witnessed. Still, he's moving into the middle of the walkway, blocking the path just in case the demon wants to set after the fleeing goons.]
I'm not gonna let you eat anyone. Or... or your worms. They can't eat anyone either. You tell them that. If they talk.
CW: Gun violence/accidental shooting 1/2
What do you think you can do to stop me? [Manji asks, taking another step forward, only when he does that gun he placed in his waist band goes off. Someone didn't know to set the safety. Causing Manji to shoot through his own leg and into his foot.] You don't even know what I can--BANG!
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