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NOTE: PETER HAS TWO EARPIECES! One for Spider-Man, and one for Peter. If you need to reach out to Spider-Man, you can do so here as well. Just be aware that it doesn't show Peter and Spider-Man as the same person.

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Backdated ;; 1 Week Ago || un: oracle

[her_own_rules]

[ Sent to un: Spider-Man. ]

A 2nd network has been built for the heroes who fight for all people and all worlds to survive. Its purpose is to connect and unify everyone in the field, especially during mission separations and for the quick relay of information in emergencies. Your actions have shown you to be one of these people. Once you have acquired a second earpiece through your requests, leave a message here and I will connect you.

Pass the message to anyone else you consider trustworthy and similarly dedicated.

un: Spidey

[keepitgoing]

Oh. Um! Cool!
Sure, I'll hang out in the heroes chat.
Hiya, I'm Spider-Man. Nice to meet you, Oracle. Very cool superhero name.
... Are you a wizard, because that gives off strong wizard vibes.

[her_own_rules]

Consider it part of the mystery.

Welcome to the team, Spider-Man.

UN: LethalProtector | Text

[decodex]

We know who you are.

text. | un: peter p.

[keepitgoing]

[He was in the middle of doing some laundry. Today is the perfect time for chores! Especially throwing away days old take-out. It actually takes him, like, thirty minutes to reply because he's terrible at folding shirts and he can't get a stain out of his favorite thrifted shirt with the stupid pun on the front.

Though, the weird spidey-tingle he gets upon looking at the message is... something.]

Oh. Sorry?
I don't recognize your username. I think maybe you have the wrong number?

[decodex]

( really, is there any reason to disturb this nice young man and throw a wrench in his plans for the day? peter, like everyone else in etraya, is just trying to get by. he probably puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like anybody else. there's nothing particularly menacing or dangerous about him, not at first glance...

...so why does venom feel the need to so thoroughly decimate him? )

We don't have numbers here. Just usernames.

You were the one in the spider costume. We've seen you.
We've seen your face.

What's your deal, man?

( what is this feeling?? what is it about this spider-guy??? )

cw anger management issues, mental health, and jinx-related issues.

[jinxs]

(for someone who got both her fathers killed, well, it'd be insane to think of killing them again, and yet, here she is. the moment vander texted her that he'd be coming over after she told him not to come was the exact minute she jumped off the window, gun in hand, and she is running as far as she can. seeing either would not be great, she can't jeopardize the very tenuous grip she has on her same-world fellows, what if it becomes grounds to disqualify their world from salvation?

she can't, she can't, but she desperately wants to hit both, either, any. she goes as far as she can, leaving a trail of glowing pink as she runs from one place to the next until she finds an empty alley to hide in.

gun in hand.)

Nope, nope, not doing it-- but they deserve it so much. Nope-- Yeah? Ugh, why is it harder when they're alive?

[keepitgoing]

[If people ask him why he swings around sometimes in costume to survey the city? This is kinda why. He may not know what's going on right now, but there's clearly some sort of distress in the person talking to themselves. As he crawls across the top of the roof, he peers down and finds a familiar head of bright hair.

More softly, an attempt to calm what is clearly a troubled headspace:]

Hey.

What's going on? You in any trouble?

[He'd like to help sort it out, if he can.]

[jinxs]

(she's startled immediately as if taken out of the world in her head back into reality too abruptly, even if his approach was perfectly gentle. the gun spins in her finger, and she points it at him in her distress before her brain connects the mask to the person behind it.

not a shooting matter, and she drops it with a large sigh, so heavy as if it had been sitting on her throat for several days before she lets it out.)

Do you think double patricide counts on negatives on the whole saving the world thing?

to spider-man, un: gorgug, text ( u know he's sending one to peter too later )

[tinflower]

hey

if you were going to protect a bubble city where other people might try to fuck it up, what would you try and set up?

text

[keepitgoing]

Good question! I think keeping our centralized area in Alexandrea's Wake safest would be important. Like, the hospital doesn't have anyone living to the north of it, so that's a real bad weak spot. I've been focusing my attention there during patrols when I'm not in Nova City, cuz Nevergray and Ochreward are pretty empty. It'd take too long for someone to notice there was danger coming from that way...

Nova City is full of hero-types, so that's less concerning.

Thrimble and Southern Dewpoint are also pretty empty too...

[Now you know why he wanders around so much in his suit! Surveying the land!]

post-event + silco

[jinxs]

(It was a pretty good day. She put her thin fingers, both flesh and mechanical, to work on some bombs, had some science going... It's been quite a while since she can say she had a great day like that, not without Isha, and God knows even before that.

So, the spirits are good, she's having her first milkshake and french fries, laughing at the fact that the name makes no sense for someone who doesn't have France, when she glimpses at a very, very familiar sight approaching their table.

A...Hahaha.... Silco. He's a little jealous and a little possessive, and to know she's hanging out with the Earth-version of a nosy enforcer in spandex is going to break his poor heart in a million pieces.

The kick she gives Peter under the table is very cautionary. It says 'don't be yourself'. Only to her, though, who knows what he understood. In her brain, she was super clear.)

... Hi, dad! Hahaha, wow, seeing you here, that's new.

[keepitgoing]

[Peter had been sitting across from her at the table, in the middle of a scientific diatribe about the complexities of a non-fatal web bomb and the specifications on which the webbing inside would properly deploy, when someone wanders in from the back of the booths. And then Jinx kicks him in the shin — which, super strength or not, still kinda hurts! Especially when the person likes to have metal at the end of their boots. He lets out a soft ow! and leans his chin into the surface of the table so he can reach his leg to rub it.]

Heyyyuuh! Hello! Mr... Jinx's Dad.

[He holds up a hand, waves weakly. This is the guy who had a knife in his hand in Jinx's memory, and had looked... really shady. Hadn't she mentioned he was involved in the revolt on the train? That checks out, too, especially with his... uh... stature...]

I'm. Peter Parker. I was just explaining — bath bombs.

You ever hear about bath bombs? [He looks between Silco and Jinx, straightening up a little with newfound confidence.] They're super relaxing. And super easy to make with a little basic chemistry.

thread pt 2

[jinxs]

(Oh my God, this was the worst. thing. to. ever. thing. She's outside by the time Peter comes out, breathing in, breathing out, pacing where the window doesn't catch her.

Why did a few seconds turn into 30 hours!!! This was horrible.)

If you're wondering, he hates you now with the power of thirty hateful suns. Not because of you or anything, but just in general.

[keepitgoing]

Wh — why? I was totally on my best behavior!

[He gestures back at the diner, whisper-yelling like someone who is trying not to get caught sneaking around school by a teacher.]

He just came out of nowhere!

[jinxs]

(At this rate, Jinx spends no effort to climb to Peter's window. It's muscle memory, and she opens it with no issues, he probably expects it? She hopes, anyway. He's... Asleep? So late? Strange, but no biggie, because she has new blueprints for his web bombs, and she sits on his bed with it spread out on her lap.)

Peter, wake up. I think we got a breakthrough — maybe, with some chemtech here and there, we can actually make this work with the stuff we salvaged from the junkyard. Come on, we got stuff.

cw: loss of parent figure, depressive episode

[keepitgoing]

[Peter had only gotten about an hour into his morning before he realized what day it was. He'd been in the middle of pouring a bowl of cereal (something so sugary, it'd give you a cavity per bite) when the sight of a cheap calendar on the side of his fridge hits him like a truck.

May 5th. The date strangles him with both hands, relieves him of his willingness to face the day and enjoy his life. It's the first time he's had to face her birthday since she'd passed, but how do you face something that immediately surrounds you on all sides? And how does something you've thought about every day still manage to shellshock you into silence? How old would she be today?

Maybe just not think about it. Maybe only sleep about it.

It's a lot to think about right this second.

So. He's gonna sleep. That's what he's gonna do. Sleep until it's May 6th.

He crawls into bed, and time passes for everyone but him as he stares at the wall and waits for his mind to be tricked into another 18 hours of slumber. Somewhere in that timeless mess of over-thinking and sad visitations to happy memories and the mistakes that reshaped them, he hears someone come into his window. No spidey-sense goes off, and Jinx is talking, so it's probably fine.

He pulls the blanket over his head as she talks at her blueprints.

With a concerningly flat affect and lack of energy:]

Sorry. Sick day today... I think I got the flu.

cryptic message on his wall

[jinxs]

(No explanation, but Peter knows Jinx comes in and comes out of his place like an outdoor cat, so, no surprises either? A piece of paper is taped to his wall, a puzzling and overly complicated map of the subway station paths until there's a 'X' marking a location. Big challenging puzzle, it makes zero freaking sense unless, well, you can see it how Jinx sees it when she wants to be a brat.

Good luck, Peter, bless your heart.)

[keepitgoing]

[... Well, at least she didn't paint the message on the wall.

Peter will find this 'x'.

... Many, many hours later, donning his Spider-Man suit and crawling around on subway walls like the worlds most turned-around arachnid. Every time he looks at the map, he ends up scratching his head... but sooner or later, he'll be there!

To COMPLAIN!!!

He calls out at nobody:]

This is rude, by the way! This is punishment!

telepathic phone

[sophielicious]

/Hey, darling.

Party at the manor incoming. Drinking game edition. See you with more details soon./

[keepitgoing]

[He was in the middle of thinking about trying anime, so thanks for showing up.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You know there's a totally valid button on your earpiece that calls people, right?

un: gorgug, text (1st week of mission) to peter

[tinflower]

hey where did they stick you?

text | texting at the same time as the thread below it bc it's funny

[keepitgoing]

Hanging around in the San Francisco area!
I've always wanted to go sightseeing on the west coast.
It's not NYC but it'll do. 😎

un: gorgug, text (1st week of mission) to SPIDER-MAN

[tinflower]

is this like home to you

text

[keepitgoing]

[Oh wait, he's texting him again.

Spider-Man earpiece, got it. This won't be confusing.]

Oh yeah, it's kinda like home.
Etraya's got Nova City, but it's nice to see another place where I can ACTUALLY webswing without running across someone's lawn.