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heartstumbles) wrote2021-12-19 08:50 pm
heartstumbles) wrote2021-12-19 08:50 pm
Open RP Post/TFLN Overflow/Etc.
[An open post for any and all RP needs, whether PSLs, memes, TLFN overflow, etc. Feel free to leave a starter at any time!]
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he does know, however, that something big happened. New York changed in a flash from the other version of him all over every front page and billboard and news report to... well, the more familiar Spider-Man coverage. without his name attached. there's naysayers, and it's so weird that J. Jonah Jameson has like, a blog??? what's that about??? he's got the same loud protests going of anything Spider-Man, as usual, there are more forgiving outlooks from other publications. talking about a final showdown at the statue of Liberty and strange happenings around the city, just nothing about Peter Parker.
which... good... kind of... maybe? Peter isn't sure. probably only other Peter can comment on that one, didn't seem like the guy was enjoying his identity splashed all over. still weird though, because that's not how things were like, yesterday. and while Peter rather wonders if he got shipped to a new but similar universe for a second, there's really only one way to answer that question.
it's harder to find the other him the second time around, because there's not a pair of pals with a magic ring doing half the work for him. Peter doesn't manage to find Peter 2 either. maybe the guy made it home? doesn't matter, first things first is finding the younger him, seems like that's the best objective to maybe getting himself home at some point. it is hard but not impossible, because of course the other him is still wall-crawling and webslinging. it was just a matter of time before Peter figured out where the guy was wallcrawling home to each night. he feels a little bad putting more on the kid's plate, so he hesitates a little in making himself known. it just turns out that it's sort of hard to hash it in the wrong universe? his ID doesn't bring up anything and that's sort of bad. none of his cards work, he's out of cash, and it's sort of cold to sleep on top of the Empire State Building? it's a whole thing.
so, yeah. he smiles, almost bashfully, at the inquiry, offering a slight wave. ) Yeah. Sorry. Man, is it a relief you remember me? ( just because, you know, the universe suddenly changed to one that had no idea Peter Parker was Spider-Man. just not his universe. unfortunately. ) Or, uh, hi. I don't mean to barge in, but, could I though? It's cold out here.
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[Peter hurries to open the window for Peter Three, feeling bad that he's out there in the cold, especially on a night like tonight, which, even for New York City in the winter, is brutal. He moves to give Peter space to climb in and starts hurrying to pick up what he can and make his apartment presentable.
He turns to look at Peter, curious as to how he's still here. He wonders if Peter Two is also still here? Crap, he thinks. Did the spell backfire on the two guys who deserved to return home most? Just his luck, he figures.]
What happened? Did you get stuck here? I'm sorry, I thought the spell worked! Oh, can I get you anything? I have...ramen, mac and cheese, coffee, and half of a cake a really nice lady bought Spider-Man the other day.
[He's internally panicking, wondering if this is how one goes about being a good host, but also trying to figure out what he can do to best help Peter.]
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( given an opening he does gratefully crawl in the window, with the practiced ease of a guy that has crawled through a ton of windows. Peter doesn't really care if the other him has a messy apartment. his is not really much better, way back in a different universe, and it's a bit sadder really because he's 27 and should have probably figured out how to live on his own by now. mostly he's just glad it is warm in here because yeah, New York is pretty cold as winters go, and the spandex spidersuit doesn't really insulate well.
he still offers a weary smile, fluffs up the mess of hair that was recently stuffed under his mask, and glances around. ) Spell? Sounds wild. What spell? Is that what's going on? Everything's different but not that different because you remember me still. I was really really worried you wouldn't. ( what a relief that they don't have to unpack how he's him right now, huh? food is... well, food has been hard to come by, excluding nice ladies that do give him food because he's got a spider-suit. )
Mac and cheese. I can handle the coffee. Teamwork. We can team and talk, tell me about this spell. ( he gives the kid a well meaning set of fingerguns and then wanders to the kitchen like he owns the place. if you're forgiving about it, maybe he kinda does, right? )
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[Which makes him wonder if other aspects of the spell went awry in the process, if anyone might still remember who he is, or if anyone else from either of the other Peters' worlds got left behind as well.
He shakes his head.] The spell Strange cast to make everyone forget me and send you guys home. I thought it worked but maybe some wires got crossed? Or magic fritzed out?
[Peter manages a smile.] Maybe there's some hidden rule about how you can't forget other versions of yourself? I don't know that much about magic.
[He nods, grins, and follows Peter to his small kitchen area, moving to grab the stuff for mac and cheese, including his nicest bowl and fork for Peter.] Teamwork it is! Uh, so the spell was supposed to make everyone forget me and send you home. As far as I knew, it worked. No one remembers that I'm Spider-Man, or that I even exist.
[He starts to stir and mix the mac and cheese, moving to turn on his small stove. He prays it actually works tonight, and that he doesn't have to fight with it just to make food. It's been a long enough day as is.]
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( magic is way out of his wheelhouse. Peter has always been a science guy. before he was dragged unwittingly through universes, Peter would have said he didn't even believe in magic. the guy with major mutton silver mutton chops and a cape that flew around on its own making mystical rings around the Statue of Liberty was sort of hard to dispute. )
Wait, everyone forgot about you? What about MJ? Ned? ( aka the only support the kid had left, with Aunt May gone? Peter does know how this whole mess started, but in a way the Peters are a little too similar, he persists, ) They remember though, right?
( hopefully little him likes coffee the same way. black enough to make you wince, but mix it up with the wild creamer so it tasted a little less like tar. because that's how he's making it. )
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[And, unfortunately, Peter knows that, considering Strange probably doesn't remember him (any version of him), he probably can't approach Strange for help. Maybe as Spider-Man, but all Strange would remember of him as Spider-Man would be the battles they fought together, and little else. Peter doubts he would be willing to let him research effects of magic on goodwill alone.
As Peter manages to turn on the oven in less than five tries (a miracle!), Peter asks about Ned and MJ, and he bites his lip, stirring the mac and cheese for a moment before answering. His shoulders tense and he focuses his gaze on the pot of mac]
They don't remember. I was going to tell them, but.
[Ned and MJ sharing their delight in getting accepted to MIT, the bandage on MJ's face, and the way they both just appeared so carefree without Peter all reminded Peter of how he protect them by staying out of their lives.]
Knowing me just puts them in danger and gets them hurt. They're safer this way; they can go to college and not have to worry about getting kidnapped or put in danger just from knowing me.
[He's happy to trust Peter to make the coffee however he likes; Peter tends to like his coffee black, mostly, but he'll drink any and all forms of coffee as are available to him at any given moment.]