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

Who: Billy Batson, Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker
What: Peter and Gwen have decided to look out for Billy and this means hanging out with pizza and trying to build their own PS4
When: Monday evening
Where: Gwen And Peter's apartment in Nova City.

It was really hard trying to not be the hero her New York had gotten to know, the Spider that protected people and made sure they were okay, but here she was, waiting for Billy Batson to come over. She and Peter had decided together to look out for him the second she heard he was used to being on his own and this was going to start with three boxes of pizza (some of her pokemon liked pizza ok), movies and an attempt to build their own PS4.

But the pizza wasn't here yet, and neither was Billy. So Gwen sat on the floor of her apartment, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Mimikyu was seated on her shoulder, watching Owlfred carefully and with an air of mischief about him. Looking from her Pokemon to Peter's, she shakes her head.

"Don't scare Owlfred. He won't let us hear the end of it for hours."

Mimikyu slouches some, leaning against Gwen's head for a moment and sighing in disappointment.

"Yeah, I know. But I work tomorrow. I'd like to try to sleep and I can't do that if Owlfred is mad. No one can."

Behind her, Mrs Mime is copying every gesture and move Gwen makes.

Welcome to life in the Stacy/Parker/Too many Pokemon apartment.

At about this point, the doorbell rings. Is it pizza? Is it Billy? There's only one way to find out. Mrs Mime bounces excitedly and heads over to the door, miming opening it before Gwen stands and actually opens the door.

"A for Effort, Mrs. Mime. Also, I don't think that name is gonna stick. I'm not sure I like it."

To the person at the door?

"Hey! Come on in!"

[She honestly would rather not ask this, but...]

Hello.

I was wondering how other people decided what kind of job they would do here. I've found myself at a loss for how to decide on a job, as I never needed one before.

Thank you.

--rting to think extradimensional kidnapping is a far more widespread problem than I ever thought, I just know I'm sick of waking up in fucking caskets--

[The less than pleased voice was half muffled by the smartphone's owner fumbling with it as an image came into focus; the faintly annoyed face of someone seemingly in his mid-thirties, apparently speaking to the pigeon on his shoulder. A pigeon with feathers patterned not unlike your average fashionable galaxy leggings. So that was probably normal.]

Ah, damn, it's on-- [In an instant his look of annoyance snapped into a pleasant smile, tone shifting to one far more amicable.] Good heavens, I fear I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment. My name is Ardyn Tenmyouji-Church, it's a pleasure. From the sound of things around here, I might presume it's a common occurrence for newcomers to put out a call to the familiar, so please do forgive yet another such instance.

If anyone's happened across Leonard Church, Junpei Tenmyouji, or perhaps anyone similarly seeking them out, I would be quite grateful were they to be pointed in my direction. Thank you, in advance.

[The camera blurred as Ardyn lowered the phone, and before the broadcast cut out Ardyn could be heard muttering: 'before the idiots set something on fire.']

Who: Gwen Stacey and YOU!
What: Gwen is out and about with her Pokemon, exploring Attleton, Genessia City and hanging out in Nova City.
When: All day on the 21st.
Warnings: None for now. Might change at some point.

The first place Gwen heads to after leaving her apartment is a park in Attleton. She has her Pokemon with her, Iroh the Fennekin who is happy to sit by Gwen. She has Lin, her Alolan Geodode, Lin, who is happy to be out of her Pokeball, stretching her arms and floating around. And she has her Tynamo, Miles, floating away in a small pond. This is the one she's reading up on in her Pokedex, a small look of alarm on her face as she looks at Miles.

"My friend, you are not allowed to evolve. Like...ever. You go from adorable little shocker fish, to absolutely terrifying to even more terrifying. So stay cute. Okay?"

Gwen's teasing the Pokemon. Even Iroh can recognize when his trainer is joking, headbutting Gwen on the leg and looking up expectantly. Gwen's backpack is nearby and there are a few twigs sticking out, one of which she pulls out and tosses to her Fennekin. The twig is caught and Iroh runs a short distance away to chew on it.

She could get used to this kinda life, honestly.


Later on, she's grocery shopping in Nova City. And she is very much so shopping like a teenager whose parents instilled a few small healthy eating choices. Mixed in among the junk food and microwave meals are apples and bananas and oranges. But mostly it's junk food. The only Pokemon she has out right now is Iroh, who is happy to trot along beside her, looking up at Gwen when she reaches for anything. The Fenniken is also helping! See? Gwen has accidentally dropped an orange and Iroh has picked it up, making some noise to get Gwen's attention.

"Oh, man. Thanks, Iroh. I didn't even notice."

Someone should probably stuff a few carrots or something in her basket. There is way too much sugar in there. Way too much.

Is that S'mores cereal? Tucked in next to a box of Fruity Pebbles? Yes. Yes, it is.


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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? ]