01/02 [ well that sure was a thing that just happened.
Gwen likes to think that after finding out there are multiple realities with multiple versions of herself, of Peter Parker, of everything and everyone she knows, and that some group of powerful beings enjoys feeding on people with abilities like hers - nothing could really stump her. but then she's getting escorted to car after waking up in some kind of facility, with a file that knows more about her life than she can actually remember off the top of her head, and that all gets flipped on its ass. she's caught looking out the window as they drive through the city - "where are we?" "Florida." "oh. of course." "please, miss, I don't have much time to explain..." - and she has to ask if it was the Inheritors, if this reality ( sorry, this city ) was torn apart in search of someone like her ( wouldn't that be just peachy - getting brought here just to get lifeforce-sucked up by those jerks ), but the woman insists she doesn't have to worry about them here.
and that just makes this more confusing, doesn't it? the Inheritors could go anywhere, to any reality in any universe. so what the heck was this place?
too many questions, not enough answers. blah blah. she's almost getting used to that feeling. almost. she's got her mask on and her hood up by the time the car's dropping her off somewhere, and that file gets tucked in her backpack to be ignored for the rest of eternity.
it's a little weird, walking around in her costume instead of webslinging, but everyone seems either on edge, or really exhausted, or both. no need to swing around like a noseypants if she can offer some help first. which she does, little by little. lifting things and using webbing as temporary patches wherever she can. all while trying to make small talk, find out more about this place, what's going on.
it's all pretty boring until a tingle crawls up her spine, stringing her upright without a second thought. she looks up just in time to see a chunk of debris start to slide from one of the roofs up above, and she manages to rush forward and catch it in a web before it hits the ground or the people standing under it. ]
Yyyikes! Close call, huh? Don't worry, that webbing will hold up just fi-
Just stay away from us. You hear me? We don't need your help!
[ well. it's not like she's not used to that kind of treatment, but uh. wasn't the whole point that they did need her help? the guy's scooping his kid up and moving away before she can even think of a witty response, and she doesn't even try to mask her disgruntled huff. ]
Jeeze! What's that guy's problem?
[ said with an exaggerated jerk of her thumb, and to nobody in particular, but seriously. what gives? ]
05 [ on the flip side, there's this place.
which has Gwen walking around even a little more tense than how she felt after realizing that not everybody looooves the imPorts. yeah. she got that message loud and clear. but here? so far she's been offered three modeling gigs ( and she's not even wearing a mask! ), six free samples of ice cream ( "don't mind if I do!" ), and the weirdest of all?
people thanking her. just because.
yeah.
which is a little alarming because, as stated, there's no mask action going on right now, but eh! it's not like anybody's calling her Spider-Woman. secret identity is still very much intact. they just somehow know she's an imPort ( not creepy at all! ), and think she needs recognition for all the wonderful things she's done. or will be doing. who knows.
she's taking it all in as best as she can, but eventually she has to sit. she needs a break. Gwen's not exactly crowd-shy, but- ]
Ooohmygod, I can't eat anymore. [ full tummy = break time. she's got another full container of ice cream ( yes, that makes seven. chocolate marshmallow this time! ) in hand as she slumps down onto a bench, and then she turns to the person sitting next to her, doing something very un-NYCer of her, but hey. when in Nonah, do as the ...Nonahaianananians do. ] Here. Want this? I haven't even opened it yet. They went from handing out little samples with tiny spoons, to just giving me full pints of the stuff. Crazy, right?
gwen stacy ∴ marvel earth-65
[ well that sure was a thing that just happened.
Gwen likes to think that after finding out there are multiple realities with multiple versions of herself, of Peter Parker, of everything and everyone she knows, and that some group of powerful beings enjoys feeding on people with abilities like hers - nothing could really stump her. but then she's getting escorted to car after waking up in some kind of facility, with a file that knows more about her life than she can actually remember off the top of her head, and that all gets flipped on its ass. she's caught looking out the window as they drive through the city - "where are we?" "Florida." "oh. of course." "please, miss, I don't have much time to explain..." - and she has to ask if it was the Inheritors, if this reality ( sorry, this city ) was torn apart in search of someone like her ( wouldn't that be just peachy - getting brought here just to get lifeforce-sucked up by those jerks ), but the woman insists she doesn't have to worry about them here.
and that just makes this more confusing, doesn't it? the Inheritors could go anywhere, to any reality in any universe. so what the heck was this place?
too many questions, not enough answers. blah blah. she's almost getting used to that feeling. almost. she's got her mask on and her hood up by the time the car's dropping her off somewhere, and that file gets tucked in her backpack to be ignored for the rest of eternity.
it's a little weird, walking around in her costume instead of webslinging, but everyone seems either on edge, or really exhausted, or both. no need to swing around like a noseypants if she can offer some help first. which she does, little by little. lifting things and using webbing as temporary patches wherever she can. all while trying to make small talk, find out more about this place, what's going on.
it's all pretty boring until a tingle crawls up her spine, stringing her upright without a second thought. she looks up just in time to see a chunk of debris start to slide from one of the roofs up above, and she manages to rush forward and catch it in a web before it hits the ground or the people standing under it. ]
Yyyikes! Close call, huh? Don't worry, that webbing will hold up just fi-
Just stay away from us. You hear me? We don't need your help!
[ well. it's not like she's not used to that kind of treatment, but uh. wasn't the whole point that they did need her help? the guy's scooping his kid up and moving away before she can even think of a witty response, and she doesn't even try to mask her disgruntled huff. ]
Jeeze! What's that guy's problem?
[ said with an exaggerated jerk of her thumb, and to nobody in particular, but seriously. what gives? ]
05
[ on the flip side, there's this place.
which has Gwen walking around even a little more tense than how she felt after realizing that not everybody looooves the imPorts. yeah. she got that message loud and clear. but here? so far she's been offered three modeling gigs ( and she's not even wearing a mask! ), six free samples of ice cream ( "don't mind if I do!" ), and the weirdest of all?
people thanking her. just because.
yeah.
which is a little alarming because, as stated, there's no mask action going on right now, but eh! it's not like anybody's calling her Spider-Woman. secret identity is still very much intact. they just somehow know she's an imPort ( not creepy at all! ), and think she needs recognition for all the wonderful things she's done. or will be doing. who knows.
she's taking it all in as best as she can, but eventually she has to sit. she needs a break. Gwen's not exactly crowd-shy, but- ]
Ooohmygod, I can't eat anymore. [ full tummy = break time. she's got another full container of ice cream ( yes, that makes seven. chocolate marshmallow this time! ) in hand as she slumps down onto a bench, and then she turns to the person sitting next to her, doing something very un-NYCer of her, but hey. when in Nonah, do as the ...Nonahaianananians do. ] Here. Want this? I haven't even opened it yet. They went from handing out little samples with tiny spoons, to just giving me full pints of the stuff. Crazy, right?