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entrancelogs2016-02-22 07:24 pm
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(open) new york, i love you but you're bringing me down
Who: Peter Parker (and open)
Where: Directly in front of the mansion or the Library
When: February 22nd, afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Peter Parker arrives and gets a bunch of eggs to the face. Then he makes a mess in the library with books because what is coordination when you have not slept?
note: I totally love both prose or action spam so feel free to send me your preference!
Option A: Arrival in front of mansion
Here's a thing Peter Parker has just discovered: eggs are painful when they slip into giant cuts on your face.
Also, it is really hard to see through the waves of egg on his face. The carton sticks to his hand. All the eggs have fallen out of the carton and landed on his face and around the ground underneath him. Yep. This is great.
Captain Stacy is dead. Dr. Connors is behind bars. Peter Parker gets to walk away from it all and go home like he didn't get into a huge battle with a giant lizard on top of a skyscraper, like he didn't get Gwen's dad killed in the process. All Peter wanted to do was get his Aunt May the eggs she kept asking for before heading back to her with more blood and scrapes and no answers. He bought the eggs and climbed a wall, and then all of a sudden, he's landed smack dab on his back with the entire egg carton shoved into his own face.
"This day... cannot get any worse."
He rubs at his face which also hurts and then sits up abruptly. The world spins because of it. He has a bullet wound in his leg. His face and chest are covered in scratches and bruises. The spandex is still on under his clothes. Peter blinks as his vision finally clears, and he abruptly realizes he is... not in New York City. It's too green for the area of New York City he had been in, and even if it was Central Park, he can't hear the cars. Where are all the cars? ...and why is there a... mansion? Kinda? Does he have a concussion? It's hard to focus.
It's with an abruptness he realizes he is not in New York City at all, but in... some place else with eggs on his bloody face.
He lets out a sudden huff of air, almost too exhausted to be as shocked as he could be.
"...just kidding."
This day just got so much worse.
Option B: Library
Once he has cleaned himself up but failed to like sleep so he's a little wired by lack of it after such a long battle, Peter Parker has decided the best place to go for information is always the library except he can't quite find what he needs here. His hair sticks up every which way. He has piled the books up so high that he has to narrowly dodge to avoid running into someone coming the other way.
Remarkably, only one book falls from the very top, and he manages to grab hold of it before it hits the floor... but then the rest of the books piled in his other arm topple over and land all around him.
He's not at his best spider-ness since arriving, still out of sorts. He presses his hand to his face. "...please tell me nobody saw that."
Where: Directly in front of the mansion or the Library
When: February 22nd, afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Peter Parker arrives and gets a bunch of eggs to the face. Then he makes a mess in the library with books because what is coordination when you have not slept?
note: I totally love both prose or action spam so feel free to send me your preference!
Option A: Arrival in front of mansion
Here's a thing Peter Parker has just discovered: eggs are painful when they slip into giant cuts on your face.
Also, it is really hard to see through the waves of egg on his face. The carton sticks to his hand. All the eggs have fallen out of the carton and landed on his face and around the ground underneath him. Yep. This is great.
Captain Stacy is dead. Dr. Connors is behind bars. Peter Parker gets to walk away from it all and go home like he didn't get into a huge battle with a giant lizard on top of a skyscraper, like he didn't get Gwen's dad killed in the process. All Peter wanted to do was get his Aunt May the eggs she kept asking for before heading back to her with more blood and scrapes and no answers. He bought the eggs and climbed a wall, and then all of a sudden, he's landed smack dab on his back with the entire egg carton shoved into his own face.
"This day... cannot get any worse."
He rubs at his face which also hurts and then sits up abruptly. The world spins because of it. He has a bullet wound in his leg. His face and chest are covered in scratches and bruises. The spandex is still on under his clothes. Peter blinks as his vision finally clears, and he abruptly realizes he is... not in New York City. It's too green for the area of New York City he had been in, and even if it was Central Park, he can't hear the cars. Where are all the cars? ...and why is there a... mansion? Kinda? Does he have a concussion? It's hard to focus.
It's with an abruptness he realizes he is not in New York City at all, but in... some place else with eggs on his bloody face.
He lets out a sudden huff of air, almost too exhausted to be as shocked as he could be.
"...just kidding."
This day just got so much worse.
Option B: Library
Once he has cleaned himself up but failed to like sleep so he's a little wired by lack of it after such a long battle, Peter Parker has decided the best place to go for information is always the library except he can't quite find what he needs here. His hair sticks up every which way. He has piled the books up so high that he has to narrowly dodge to avoid running into someone coming the other way.
Remarkably, only one book falls from the very top, and he manages to grab hold of it before it hits the floor... but then the rest of the books piled in his other arm topple over and land all around him.
He's not at his best spider-ness since arriving, still out of sorts. He presses his hand to his face. "...please tell me nobody saw that."
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It has only led to death.
He tilts his head to the side as he meets her gaze with a little smirk. "No, not graceful at all," Peter admits. "I'm the opposite of graceful."
Except maybe when he is flying through the sky on those webs, he can do flips and he can move with grace. "...yeah- I, uh. Yeah, it helps. I- I'm all my Aunt May has now."
And it's his fault, but it's still true nonetheless. "I can't imagine her waking up without me home at night, unable to find me, after she... after she already lost my uncle."
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The smirk is returned, at least initially, but it fades when he mentions he is all his aunt has. That hits a bit too close to home, and she cannot help but think of Jeremy. The loss of Jenna, and even John, is still fresh. When she tried to apologize to her brother—he's lost so many people, largely because of her—he pointed out that he still has her. It didn't feel like enough, and in some ways it still doesn't, but she holds on to that.
She'll hope with everything she has in her that Lydia is right.
"I get it," she says softly. The words are laced with understanding, and maybe regret. "You want to be there for her. You don't want her to lose anyone else." She shouldn't have to. If only it were that simple, sparing someone a loss. "I'm sorry. About your uncle."
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He breathes in slow and then out again. Peter shifts on the seat beside her and then glances down at his own two feet. He hears her words. He hears the softness of those words of hers. He hears the understanding within them too, and his eyes almost burn as he swallows through the locking of his throat.
Peter nods, biting down on his lip. "I'm sorry too. That you... get it so well."
There has to be a reason for it. Loss, grief. She knows what it is like because she has lived it too in the kind of depths which doesn't just happen once.
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She's surprised by Peter's insightfulness. She wonders if she was being that obvious, or Peter is just that perceptive. Maybe it's a combination of the two. A heaviness settles in her chest as she remembers. She can never let herself forget.
"We all have our losses."
There is no move to deny it, as she appreciates the unspoken understanding. It is likely because they recognize this in each other that they don't rush to ask for details, or prompt for further explanations. There isn't a word for everything, and she's tried.
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"We do," he says, lifting a hand to squeeze her arm lightly. "Then this place likes to swoop in out of nowhere, scoop us up, make us... at least temporarily lose more."
He shakes his head as he props his feet up on the nearest coffee table, lanky limbs extended longer than they should be. "What a jerk."
Yes, Wonderland is totally a jerk.
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There haven't been a lot of reasons to smile lately, though she's gritted her teeth and pushed past it. She misses home and she's driven by a desire to go back, however imperfect that home was, but she also doesn't like to linger on that when she can be Doing Things instead.
All the same, the amusement is a welcome change of pace as she nods and agrees. "What a jerk."
She looks up with a smile and decides that yes, you're a good egg, Peter Parker.
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So the sound of her abrupt laughter has him smiling sideways at her as he leans back and then nods his head certainly in agreement.
What a jerk. The smile is still on his face as he keeps her gaze, and it is very clear he has decided the same.
You're a good egg too, Elena Gilbert.