(open) new york, i love you but you're bringing me down

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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?

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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."

Comments

[krmvgivv]

I was only a few weeks away from 13 anyway. It's not that big a difference. [Yet.] Anyway, it's not like it's all bad. There are all kinds of mysteries for me to look into.

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Yet. [Peter comments on what is not said. It is not a big difference yet, but it will be the longer they're all here] Yeah? This place does seem seriously mysterious. Questions around every bend without any clear cut answers. It's good to throw yourself into something like that.

[krmvgivv]

Yeah, it's awesome! [Dipper brightens immediately. The age thing might suck a lot but for a kid who loves the paranormal and investigating, it's heaven. Again, besides the age thing. And the memory thing. And the occasional cases of death. It's fine.]

I've taken so many notes-- and so have other people, there's so much to sort through, and I haven't found any solid patterns yet but I'm sure I will. And then there's the whole Mirror side!

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[Peter grins when he sees the way Dipper brightens. It is always good to meet someone else who enjoys a good mystery, a good investigative search.]

I'm sure you will too. I mean, this universe has to have rules like any other so it's a matter of figuring those out. Magic even would need to have its own rules, right? Otherwise everything would descend into utter chaos.

[krmvgivv]

Yeah. It just... sometimes breaks its own rules. [Which is frustrating.] We've figured out some stuff that mostly holds true, though. Like how to tell if someone's gone for good or probably gonna come back.

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[Peter frowns at the particular thought of it breaking its own rules. It means the rules aren't something that can be relied on, which is annoying because that is the whole point of rules about How the World works.] How do you tell?

[krmvgivv]

Check their room. If their stuff's still there, they'll probably be back. If not... probably not.

And if it's been more than a month, they won't remember anything even if they do come back. If it's less than that they might.