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[hibana_incursa]

Who: Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker (again)
What: It's two AM and Gwen's slightly more psychic Spider Sense has told her to wake up and go.
Where: The Docks.
When: 2 AM Tuesday Morning.


Being woken up because some weird sixth sense tells you to wake up is pretty jarring and Gwen hated it. Would not recommend. She'd been curled up in her too-quiet apartment, tucked under layers of blankets and pretty content with life, even if she was missing her old roommate.

But, there it was. That small voice or impulse in her that simply states 'go.' A sudden sense that she has to move, to get up and get outside and start walking.

So she does. And since it's past midnight, she pulls on her spider-suit and webswings through Nova City. Just in case. Or maybe it was part of that impulse. Either way, there was a teenager in a white, black and pink Spider-suit, swinging through the various parts of Genessia, following her senses until they lead her to the docks.

Weird.

Very, very weird. She almost heads home but, again, that sense tells her to wait. She has to wait. Right where she is. Don't go anywhere.

It's the urgency of it that has her swinging to a perch on the wall to wait, crouched and watching the pods carefully.

When one of them starts to open, Gwen swings down and stays a short distance away, just to watch.

It's that familiar jolt up her spine once she spots why that fills her with a realization, an understanding as to why she's there. She didn't even see the person in the pod. She just knows they're like her. Who is it? Is it Peni? Spider-Ham? Spider-Noir?

Really, the multiverse was weird. For all she knew, it was an Aunt May with spider-powers and that? That's a pretty scary thought, if she's gonna be honest.

Hopping up onto an outcropping of rock, she waits and watches. And yawns. It is, after all, past midnight.

She should have stopped for coffee

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[littlegreyarea]

Peter blinks the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember going to bed in the first place. He can't even remember if it was night. His movements are sluggish as he struggles to sit up and his movements cause a small box to topple off him and whatever paper was with it flutter down into the water?

He frowns and bends over to fish it out when something bright and insistent pulls at the back of his head and he's whirling around in the pod with one arm extended before he can completely finish a thought. His eyes widen as he takes in the figure perched on the rock. The fine hairs on his arms lift.

Look. There. samesamesamesame

"What-?"

[hibana_incursa]

"Good question," Gwen says, eyes of her mask widening some when she sees the face. That sure is a face she knew well. Several variations of it, in fact. This one looked exactly like the Peter that vanished. The only difference being the Other Spider Sense telling her this one was not one she'd met before.

So that makes things really weird. Dropping from her perch and landing en pointe, Gwen stays like that for a second before standing flat on her feet, one hand on her hip as she talks.

"You felt that, right? That weird spike of familiarity up your spine? It won't happen again like that for the same person twice. After that, it's kinda just muted. Kinda like something's almost touching you, but not quite, but you're aware it's there." She nods once or twice, a sage nod that says I've been there. And then she removes her mask, letting her hood drop to her shoulders and running her fingers through her bright blonde and pink hair. Her eyebrow ring catches the light for a second and she smiles a bit. Her behavior is a tad hesitant, but she's trying her best.

"I'm Gwen."

[littlegreyarea]

"Hi. I'm Parker-Peter. Peter Parker. Uh-" Peter swings his legs over the side of the pod and winces. "Am I asleep?"

[hibana_incursa]

“Nice to meet you, Parker-Peter. Hell of a name.”


Gwen. Don’t tease the guy. He just got here. She watches him move and immediately looks concerned at the wince.

“You’re not sleeping, unfortunately. I don’t know how this place works, but people kinda get pulled here from various worlds and universes. And times. It’s weird. I just know I’m not back home and I was headed there from a different universe. Woke up in one of those pods and half expected a slimy egg to hatch a face-hugger. Thankfully, there are none.”

[littlegreyarea]

"Like in that old movie Aliens?"

Peter rubs the back of his neck and slowly gets to his feet, looking around. He can't remember. He can't remember how he got here. He stares down at his gloved hands in confusion before looking back up at her.

"What do you mean pulled?"

[hibana_incursa]

“The very first one. Not the weird Prometheus bull. I can’t tell what the hell is going on there.”

She has a lot of questions about those weird prequel movies. And she doesn’t thing there’s a single valid answer in the entire multiverse.

“Well...okay pulled isn’t the best way to describe it. It just. Happens. I don’t really remember how. And I’ve been pulled into other universes before. That, someone can’t forget. But I’ve been here for a couple months and...”. There’s a sigh. A frustrated sound to match the helpless and frustrated look on her face. She’s doing her best. Peter was always the smarter one. In an RPG, the diminutive blonde girl in the spider-suit would be the tank. She fights her way out of bad situations. Sure, she’s smart in her own way. Her detective skills are impressive. But she was never the scientist that her universes Peter was.

“I’m doing a bad job of explaining. I’m sorry.”

[littlegreyarea]

Peter groans and sits back down on his pod because why not. Where's he going to go anyway? His freaking Peter Tingle is dead quiet. There's no threat her. Nothing to fight. Nothing to shake answers out of. He is, for once, completely out of danger.

It's possible he's starting to disassociate.

"It's not your fault."

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen is silent for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Pointing at his pod, she heads over and looks in, searching around until she finds the box and envelope with money in it.

“Here. Whoever runs this place is kind and generous enough to provide money, a smartphone to reach everyone here and a place to stay. Where did...?” Give her a second. She’s going to hand stuff to Peter, letting him root through.

“You were here before. Not...not you you. Otherwise my spider-sense wouldn’t tell me so loudly that you’re like me. But a Peter Parker. He was my roommate, but then he just vanished. We did that mostly because the city I’m staying in is as close to New York as can be here. And because...hmm. Does the name Quentin Beck mean anything to you? If so, he’s gone, too, so there’s no worry there. And if not? He’s a skeevy creep. Don’t trust him. Where does your information say you’re staying.?”