What's up, Danger? (closed log for made_up_names, open video to follow)

[hibana_incursa]

Who: Gwen Stacey/Peter Parker, Gwen Stacey/Video for All
When: July 12th
Where: The Bay, Nova City, Exploring everywhere.
What: Spider-Teens invading your peaceful world, sorry folks!

Gwen was on her way home from Miles world. She was going to see her brothers and her father and her New York. Right? That's where she was supposed to be headed. Right back to her world, where she was the one and only Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman, she was Gwen Stacey, drummer in The Mary Janes. Daughter of Captain Stacey, sister to Howard and Phillip and Simon.

None of this...literally NONE of it...had anything to do with waking up in a strange pod, with a weird necklace and weird, red money in an envelope. Her knee connects to the inside of the pod, waking with a start before it's even open and as she holds her knee for a moment, eyes closed tight as she hisses slightly, she gets that jolt.

That electricity down the spine feeling of another Spider-Person around. So, ignoring her knee pain and leaving her smart-phone and other fun consolation prizes in the pod for now, she climbs out a bit unsuccessfully. She's beauty and she's grace, she almost fell right on her face. Blame some severe disorientation at the whole situation, okay? She's usually a lot better about this kind of thing.

But that buzz keeps going and Gwen is grateful she's in her Spider-Suit, webshooters fixed firmly to her wrists. Who knows who put them in this situation? Who even knows if this other Spider-type is even remotely friendly? Keeping the mask of her suit firmly in place, hood drawn up, she follows her spider sense to a second pod in the room, one that's just starting to open.

"Oh...kay. This is a little too Aliens for me. Please do not...be that." For an old, old movie, it sure still creeped her out when she thought about it.


[Video - Several Hours Later: OTA (also open for action!)]

[ Gwen wouldn't call herself settled in. Nor would she say she feels too comfortable with this situation. The only reason she delayed so long in even getting this video out is because she was waiting for the return of the Glitches. These horrible moments where, when one is in the wrong universe, every cell in ones body gets Big Mad and tries to return home. Unfortunately, they cannot. Fortunately, there hasn't been a one so Gwen Stacey, just your average teen girl in a black tank top and denim short shorts, blonde hair a bit windswepped and wavy, side shave no older than a couple days or so and jewelry in her right eyebrow catching the sun, has seated herself on a park bench somewhere in Nova City. She has a backpack next to her that's zipped up tight, a journal and pen lying on top. And there's a soda and a bag of chips nearby, both of which she picks at as she talks. It's been a long day. She deserves the snack, okay? ]

Hi, uh...everyone. I'm Gwen. I'm from New York. Loving your city, I'm sure. It's been a real pleasure so far.

[ She doesn't 100% sound like it's been a real pleasure. And she's not smiling too much. It's not a look of resignation entirely? But there's clearly some small part of her brain that has 'F*** this shit, I'm out." playing on repeat in her head.

Listen, I'm just here to try to find a job for now. I'm a trained dancer, been dancing since I was three. I play the drums, and that I've been doing for almost as long as dancing. I'm an artist, I'm super organized. I worked at a coffee shop for a few months back home, so I have experience there.

Really, really leaning towards music and dance for employment, but for now I guess I can't be too picky, huh?

Just let me know if you have anything, okay? I'll come to you for a face-to-face interview. If I'm stuck here, and I'd greatly rather not be, but if I am...I gotta take care of myself somehow, right?

[ And that's the end of her video. She's going to stop recording now, waving slightly beforehand before closing and waiting for replies. ]

[ Really, Gwen? Really? That's how you're gonna be, huh? ]

Comments

[Video]

[aka_shazam]

[Hey, there's a kind of cool-looking girl on the network. He hasn't seen a lot of people around his age, so Billy sends a reply.]

Wow, you're really creative, huh?

Hi, I'm Billy.

[He doesn't have any immediate job offers going for her, but then he does look like he should still be in school.]

Re: [Video]

[hibana_incursa]

I like to pretend I am a little bit. And other people seem to think so. Maybe they’re right.

[ Gwen gives the kid a grin, glad she’s met another kid roughly her age. ]

How long have you been here, Billy? I’m Gwen.

[Video]

[aka_shazam]

[He grins back, then thinks for a minute.]

It's been... about three months, I think.

Re: [Video]

[hibana_incursa]

Three months?! Holy hell, dude. That kinda sucks.

What can you tell me about this place?

FFH spoilers likely in this thread

[made_up_names]

Peter's own experience isn't so different from Gwen's really. One moment he's home, freaking the hell out over - well, something real important, that's for sure - and the next he's sitting up in a weird... wait, where is he anyway? Is this a pod? Is he on a space ship? A spaceship that looks like a cave for some reason? Not cool, universe, extremely uncool.

And then there's that buzz. This Peter Parker has never met another spider-person before in his life, so he has no idea what to do with it. It's the metaphorical check engine light on a car that really, really needs a vacation and oh god he's not even sure where this metaphor is going, he still doesn't have his driver's license. It's been a stressful couple of weeks and he is beyond done.

So here's what happens: first, a spider-teen in a red and blue-black spider-outfit sits up in his probably-a-cryo-pod. And then said spider-teen yelps in surprise as he almost bonks into Gwen, instead falling bodily out of the damn thing. The good news is he manages to catch the side of it to kinda slow himself down? But the bad news is that he immediately tips it over with a crash, spilling all those new goodies out onto the ground. Hopefully not, y'know, hitting Gwen, but that would be just his luck.

Also he still feels like the world's angriest bumblebee is here as a representative of the angry bumblebee mafia here to bust his ass.

"Wh - what -- " Get it together, Peter Parker. Breathe in, breathe out. He groans a bit, rubbing at his head. "Aliens? Like the movie or the invasions?"

He hasn't quite looked up yet, which is why he hasn't commented on the obvious yet. What with the pseudo-matching suits and all.

Re: FFH spoilers likely in this thread

[hibana_incursa]

The jump out of the way of the falling pod is quick. Spider quick. And just as graceful, too, Gwen on the tips of her toes in bright blue toe shoes. Thankfully, the second she gets a good look at the other pod-person (hopefully not an Actual Pod-Person), her Other Spider sense stops buzzing which is awesome because now she can focus.

She shoots a line of webbing out to try to stop the pod from falling and it catches, sure! But it’s such a short distance to the ground anyway that there was no point to why she did it. It was instinct.

“Movie. The first one. Or, even the recent video game, but minus the whole isolation. That would suck.” Gwen surely would not survive.

“But. Again. Super hoping that’s a hard no. This situation is already the pits. An unkillable monster with acid blood is not necessary. And extra.”

Should she be the one to bring it up?

Does she have to?

...fine.

“Nice suit. You’re like me, it seems.”

[made_up_names]

Thank you, Gwen, for being more graceful than Peter Parker. Only with her help does he manage not to accidentally cause property damage in the first thirty seconds of being here.

He just freaking stares at her for a long second. Eyes wide (that's visible), mouth open (that's not), mind whirling (also not, but surely the body language is apparent enough). An actual spider-person who isn't him. Or ... an illusion, which honestly seems more likely right now? He would assume he's seeing some kind of trick if not for that blaring noise in his head telling him very clearly that the person in front of him is definitely real and definitely a spider. Also a girl, judging by the voice? (Did MJ get powers somehow? He's not sure if the world is ready for MJ with superpowers but he would be so into it.)

Anyway. Say something, Peter, you look like a weirdo. Weirder-than-usual weirdo.

"That movie's ancient," he blurts out. "But the game's pretty good. My friend and I took bets on who was gonna quit playing it first." Smooth, Peter, 100% relevant to their conversation. Focus, spider-boy.

"Yeah. Uh. You are too?" Okay, he has to reach out and just kind of. Lightly poke at her arm? Just touching it to see if she's really there. Please don't be a supervillain illusion, please... "Where the heck are we? How'd I get a clone?" Wait. Hang on, that's rude. "Am I the clone?"

[hibana_incursa]

“The movie may be ancient, but it still holds up really well “ Gwen states, a smile hidden behind her mask. “The game gave me nightmares for months.” And oh. He’s uh...he’s poking her. That sure is a thing he’s doing. The confusion shows on her mask and in the way her head turns to track the motion of the hand doing the poking.

“Huh. That’s new.” This is more to herself than him, Gwen listening to his questions and shaking her head at the one asking about where they are. “No idea. This is absolutely not anywhere in New York, that’s for sure. And no. You didn’t get a clone. Nor are you the clone.”

It’s the string of questions from the guy that has her wondering who exactly this is. It’s a toss up between Miles and Peter, but honestly it could be another person in a spider suit that she hasn’t met.

Still, it’s a person in a spider suit. After a quick look around for cameras and people lurking in shadows, Gwen removes her mask, dropping the hood of her costume around her shoulders and shaking her hair out of her face. The eyebrow jewelry catches some of the light in the room and that side shave is new as heck, the rest of her blonde hair a wavy mess. She inhales and exhales, glad at least for some fresh air and then introduces herself.

“Gwen Stacey. One of many Spider-People in the multiverse, the one and only Spider-Woman or Spider-anything in my universe.”

[Video]

[mysteryhero]

[Right now he has no idea who she is or what her connection may be to spiders but she mentioned New York and so...]

You're from Earth? It seems there are a lot of people here from various Earths, but different times and dimensions.

And this place is bringing in more every day.

Re: [Video]

[hibana_incursa]

One of the many earths in the multiverse.

[ Gwen knows of at least six, but honestly there could be billions. An infinite amount of universes. ]

Gwen Stacey. Hello.

[Video] Warning! May get spoilery for Spider-Man: Far From Home in here

[mysteryhero]

[Hm. Someone familiar with the concept. He can work with that.]

Yes, the multiverse...

[But this next sentence might already ruin his plans.]

I'm Mysterio.

Re: [Video] Warning! May get spoilery for Spider-Man: Far From Home in here

[hibana_incursa]

Mysterio. You wouldn’t happen to live in an abandoned amusement park, would you?

[ Dear Quentin, you just put your foot in it and Gwen will be keeping an eye on you. Rather. Spider-Woman will be. Gwen is a boring teen girl who wears shirts that day straight outta dance class back home and plays Minecraft with her brothers, smiling at Mysterio as she talks. . ]

Cuz there was an awesome amusement park back home that shut down due to bankruptcy and the owner went by that name.

[text]

[yellowhugbuggy]

[ There was a moment of 'wait what, she sounds so much like Charlie' for Bumblebee. ]

Huh. For a second you sounded just like my friend back home.

It doesn't look like there's a way out.

Re: [text]

[hibana_incursa]

at least it’s a friend and not someone you can’t stand. I'm gwen.

I think you’re right. There are a lot of people here and I don’t doubt a lot of them aren’t from here. If someone has found a way home I don’t think the population would be quite the same.

Re: [text]

[yellowhugbuggy]

I'm Bumblebee. Hi.

The ones with no pendants? They're the locals.

Re: [text]

[hibana_incursa]

Bumblebee is a cool name. I like it.

That’s what I figured. About the pendants I mean. I’m asking everyone I meet this, but have you been here long?

Video

[yamatokunijunior]

[ A large teenager shows himself. He has his long, straight black hair tied in a ponytail. He's shirtless. His spandex wrestling shorts are less revealing than a mawashi.]

Hello, my name is Sousuke.

[ He gives a slight bow.]

I obtained employment through the FAMA Talent Agency.

[ He gives the address to their main office and relevant contact information]

They seek all sorts of performers, artists and entertainers. I am a professional wrestler.

Even those just starting out can obtain a suitable income.

[ Even a cheap apartment is a luxury compared to life in a sumo stable.]

Re: Video

[hibana_incursa]

There’s a talent agency here?

[ Gwen is quick to write that information down, thanking Sousuke and giving him an appreciative smile. ]

That’s kinda neat. You work for them?

Re: Video

[yamatokunijunior]

Yes.

They could use talent with your training and experience.

My experience back home was with high school sumo.

[ And learning from his Yokozuna father.]

The staged combat of professional wrestling requires some different skills.
My smack talk is inadequate, but apparently that's part of my charm.

[ He usually says polite things about his opponents, or blunt assessments of their techniques. Some fans find it hilarious.]

video;

[embracethewind]

Hello, Gwen-san from New York! I'm Souji Okita from Edo.

Are you really a dancer? And play the drums?

[ Like... a geisha who knows taiko? How badass! ]

Re: video;

[hibana_incursa]

Hello, Souji Okita! It's a pleasure to meet you.

I do know both dance and drums. It's a lot of fun. I've been dancing since I was three. Drums came a little later.

[embracethewind]

The pleasure is mine!

I can see you've been offered a job. I'll gladly see your performances someday.

Action!

[phoenixstrut]

Be it some sort of strange angelic intervention or just pure luck and good timing, Dove's walking back toward Nova's archway, heels tapping gracefully as she chats with the well-tailored woman at her side- her agent, who's currently wrapping up the details of some gig coming up the next morning.

Fortunately for her agent, the run down is over and parting words are exchanged with bright smiles... because the angel overhears 'New York' and her attention is immediately shifted to the young woman they just passed. With a wave to her departing agent, she stands by and... well... flat out eavesdrops on the girl's video, waiting for her to wrap it up before making her approach.

"So you're a dancer from New York, huh?"

Pardon the informal greeting-she might be a tad excited. Despite the simple outfit of the backless black tunic and the slim jeans she's wearing, she hopes the bright smile is enough of a hello... and that the girl doesn't mind the quite literal rush of gentle warmth with those golden eyes on her.

At least her wings are hidden for now.

Re: Action!

[hibana_incursa]

The feeling of gentle warmth is, at first, startling and Gwen Check’s her hands for signs of an incoming Glitch. This is not her universe. This is not Miles universe. Maybe Glitching feels different? But there’s no erratic fluxing of Gwens from several realities, no loud static whine that accompanies it and no pain. She’s just warm. Like blanket fresh from the dryer on a cold day warm. It’s kinda nice. So she lets her hands drop and she turns to look at the woman approaching, giving her a friendly smile.

She focuses her Spider Senses for a moment and tilts her head a tad at the whole lot of Nothing she gets back. And that small psychic part of her tells her to stay and that this is where she needs to be.

“Yep. Trained dancer. You have really pretty eyes, you know that?”

[phoenixstrut]

She laughs softly and comes to a stop a comfortable distance away noting the sudden short spike of nervousness as the girl checks her hands. Sometimes helps to be an empathy.

"Thank you," she grins, pushing her hair back from her face and shrugging casually with a wink. "They've served me fairly well over the years."

"You know...I'd have to assume you're a pretty good dancer if you've been going at it since you were three and still enjoy it. I'd love to show a fellow new-yorker my studio, especially if you're on the hunt for a job."