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un: rlutece

[originallutece]

A few questions for you, when you've time. I'd like to indulge in an exchange.

[webshoots]

Sure.

But what are we exchanging exactly? Because I'm just going to put it out there now: my material possessions are a little thin on the ground.

@jtodd has sent you a message

[mind_blown]

hey
figured i might as well not beat around the bush here
so
what's up spidey

1/2

[webshoots]

[ nope, no thank you, this absolutely was not the message he was interested in receiving at, like, any point.

(so soz, jason, you're getting left on read for A Period Of Time.) ]

@hermione

[syllables]

[ slowly but surely, too slowly for hermione's taste, she has begun to realise the nature of the problem. hallucinations, like those from a false memory charm, individual and non-transferable. what she hears, others do not; what they feel, she cannot share.

she's seen people cry out for loved ones, flinch from invisible terrors. it's ... too much, really. so she stays in her cabin, as much as she can, focusing on placing up wards and organising (though not unpacking) her bag, making the place feel as homey as she can without sacrificing the easy convenience of leaving in a hurry if she must.

but as the week drags on, as the screams go more prevalent even in the relative quiet of the village, as occasional ghosts slip through even hermione's most deadset wards, she thinks it might be helpful to have someone other than the screams of her friends in pain or the visions of her parents' blank stares for company.

thus, mid-day, an audio call: ]

Peter? [ a beat. ] Hello, is anyone there?

[ it's like a telephone, right? if she calls, he has to answer the phone. ]

[webshoots]

[ throughout the week, he's only paid intermittent attention to his tablet. while he's no stranger to hallucinations and to illusions and whatever this is, that doesn't mean it's not unsettling. that doesn't mean it's easy to tell himself that the sounds, the familiar ones that always seem just that little bit out of reach aren't actually coming from anyone he knows; that the glimpses of people he's torn on both wanting to see and firmly, resolutely wanting to be the last people here, ever, still aren't here (thank god).

he'd tried keeping himself busy, but in a small, tiny town ("town" — he's been in classes with more people), it's more difficult than he'd care to admit. there are only so many places to go, so many places to avoid anyone else, just in case—

(because what if?)

and not for the first time, he's found himself wishing for an obvious bad guy, someone to blame, unequivocally, for all of this. someone to punch a couple of times, make a few terrible jokes at, and then for him to exit, sharply, stage right and go home—

but fine, sure. it's not that simple.

the distraction that does come is in the form of his tablet letting him know he has a message. one moment passes, then two, then— (ugh, where did he leave—).

—oh, that's cute. is anyone there. (hermione, it is not a phone.) ]

—Unless there's another Parker here that I'm not aware of. [ (oy, there's a thought. imagine if ben or kaine were to turn up.) ] Hey, Hermione.

[mind_blown]

did u tell that guy under @ wayne that i hacked will's tablet
j/w because he knew somehow, & i bet will didn't tell him

[he will feign ignorance over this until the day he dies. and if he can create distance between himself and bruce? he's gonna do it.]

1/soooomething

[webshoots]

what?

@wayne

[pearlstrings]

Good evening, have you tried your tracking technology on the forest spirits?


PS: I'm not dying of alcohol poisoning.

[webshoots]

In a manner of speaking. Why?

I'm pleased for you, even if I am disappointed in missing my chance to make fun of someone else's poor life choices for once.

@nancy

[keenely]

Hi! Just wanted to check in. How are you?

( Also, can we pretend that I sent this two to three weeks ago, so it's not nearly as rude that I've taken this long to say hi? Thank you in advance. )

[webshoots]

Hey! Don't worry about it. A lot's been going on (even if I think 'a lot' is the understatement of the year...) Between you and me, I'm pretty glad not to be seeing hands crawling around the town anymore.

How're you holding up?

@eleven | text (backdated to Nov 3)

[savingthrows]

hi

can you help me with something

its about the tablet machines

and you know stuff

please

[webshoots]

Yeah, of course. What do you need help with?

@jtodd, before comatosing

[mind_blown]

a party
should we go let loose
have a glass of beer & celebrate
that's what we're supposed to do right

[webshoots]

Sure, if you're a fresher, I guess.
But I was dubbed a "professional wallflower", so don't take my word as gospel.

[ in high school not college bUT THE POINT REMAINS. ]

I don't drink. I'm all about the tiny portions of food.

@riku; voice

[equinoctials]

Peter, did you get to safety? If you ate the food-- then, you're probably wondering what happened.

Shortly after people started eating, they lost consciousness. While we were still figuring out what happened, we were attacked by spirits, different from the ones in Beacon. Some of them were those green eyed ones that can cause you to hallucinate.

People grabbed who they could and went into hiding. If you go out, be careful.

— audio / @parker.

[webshoots]

[ he listens and relistens to the message a couple of times; he's managed to gather some of what happened from other people and though it's not exactly the first time he's gone through something like that, it's still — discomforting. ]

Brings a whole new meaning to the word manhandled. [ beat. ] But hey — how did the lighthouse look?

SPIDER-MAN APP | @eleven | text

[savingthrows]

[ The road to hell is paved with good intentions. ]

hi spider man

this is bird girl

i cant find you

are you alive

jason says you are but i havent seen you

please this is important

[ Someone doesn't know she's inflicting a full on heart attack here. ]

1/2

[webshoots]

[ truthfully, peter can't remember if he told eleven only to use the app in the case of emergencies. he feels like he would have, but he also feels like it's the sort of thing he absolutely would have intended to mention and then — something would have come up, because of course it does.

so eleven's username appearing on his screen is cause for immediate panic: what happened? where is she? is she okay? ]

@wayne | private

[pearlstrings]

How would you rate your teamwork capabilities?

private

[webshoots]

[ there's a couple of ways of answering this: the truth, which is — "absolutely fine, some people find me annoying depending on the capacity in which we're working as a team or lacking in punctuality, again depending on capacity", or there's: ]

On a scale of 1-10 or are we going with an alternative? We can go with 'I haven't received any complaints'.

[ the aside of which is absolutely: but truth be told, would prefer to work solo. ]

TO: P.Parker FROM: M.Hughes

[dadandgone]

So, you've been on some of the explorations into the more unknown parts of Beacon before, right? Any plans to go out again? I'm not going by myself, but there seemed enough interest at the Town Hall to look into some of the locations I found out about during my dream.

Thought I should check in with anyone that seemed interested and had been here longer than me for either tips on what to do or if you were interested in checking out any of the hints we got.

Didn't exactly seem like there was a sign up sheet for this sort of thing. Hope you can help a guy out.

[webshoots]

A couple, sure. I've been planning on heading out towards the scrapyard that was discovered pretty recently. I'll let you know if I find anything. Beyond that though? I'm with you on checking off some of the locations the "dreams" pointed us towards. The spirits were pretty keen on us getting that message, right?

Any thoughts on where to head to first? The medical center sounds like the most immediately useful and it'd be unlikely to be isolated.

[inthenightmods]

[After the Night Market has descended back into the lake, Peter receives an inbox message!]

THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING THREE (3) HINT(S) FROM DR. SCHICKSAL'S HINT-O-MATIC. YOUR PAYMENT HAS BEEN PROCESSED.

[At random intervals ranging from every few minutes to every few hours, Peter will feel his heart seize up and skip beats until it manages to right itself after about a minute. He'll also find that his living space is now haunted by a poltergeist, and he will no longer have a sense of smell.

These effects will last until the next full moon.]

12/16

[mind_blown]

good news: can finally text again
bad news: healing's taking way longer than i thought

[webshoots]

Congrats, I think.
And I think it's something about this place. Even I take a little longer to heal.

[lunchbreaks]

[ On the 25th December Peter will find a small parcel on his front porch labeled "From Aziraphale To Peter." Inside it is a box of handmade chocolate-covered marshmallows. There is an included note that reads, "Thank you for the gift. Happy Christmas." ]

[webshoots]

[ IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SECRET SANTA..........

but also, thanks. he will absolutely enjoy those. ]

@wayne

[pearlstrings]

If you were able to look at the readings from the portal here, what would you hope to glean from it?

[webshoots]

The energy signatures could give a clue as to how it might be able to be used to get home.

Or at the very least, hopefully get an idea of how to direct it somewhere else and allow for matter to travel away from here. If absolutely nothing else, it might tell me how we got here.

This is all with a disclaimer of 'assuming this is science', by the way.

Action (backdated, near the end of the blizzard)

[freetobe]

[ There's a knock on Peter's door at the Independance. Alongside the knock comes, after a moment, the scent of food. Cheeseburgers to be exact.

Who could possibly resist that delivery on such a cold, cold day.

Brought to Peter by an angel who looks maybe a touch pale and drawn, and whose lantern is notably dimmer than it should be. ]

[webshoots]

[ peter tends to go slightly stir-crazy without anything to occupy him. in general, beacon's been difficult in that sense — he'd always known he uses spider-man as a means to blow off steam and energy, but he'd never quite acknowledged how much.

in beacon, he hasn't had that — sure, he's taken the opportunity to explore the town and their surroundings as and when he can, but it's not quite the same. it's not that he wishes for someone or something to do something that requires, say, being punched, but he — kind of does. he's antsy and without a necessarily productive way to burn off energy and emotions.

the blizzard only makes it worse — the invincible isn't a terrible place to be, all considered, but it is only four walls. he doesn't drink, which takes away one thing to do and leaves him with not a lot, in all honesty. he has a handful of books, things he's read and re-read time and time again.

and again, thanks to the blizzard, he's not exactly expecting company. ]

—Cas? [ a mixture of surprise and bemusement then, as he opens the door. a glance at the food — the smells pretty unmistakable, although it's punctuated by the thought of 'where did the meat come from?', then at castiel, and then— ] What are you doing here?

[ wait, that didn't come out quite as intended. ]

A SEALED NOTE. ( backdated: jan 21, tuesday. )

[sunborne]

A ridiculously sealed note is left at Peter's place. When he manages to finally open it - why? so much tape?? - he'll see the following message written in a surprisingly neat cursive script:

Hi Mr. Peter!

I wanted to let you and the other people who fell asleep during the events and dreamt know the following: You can write to Dr. Solis and tell her what you dreamt.

You can do so at the Post Office. Postmaster General will send your letter to her.

I'm sorry for doing this too but I really, really am asking nicely to please do so when you can get around this. I'm not sure who else was with you and the logbook doesn't mention any names when it describes your experience at the church.

Thanks,
Daylight.

@darkness

[evulsed]

Hey.

[webshoots]

Hey yourself.

Everything okay?

un: gwenzelle

[gwenzelle]

do they have fruity pebbles here

[ no YOU just woke up from a nap on your uncomfortable couch ]

oh my god

[webshoots]

The off-brand version.

Tastes kind of like stale cardboard.

[pearlstrings]

[A mystery package left anonymously outside of Peter's door.]

[webshoots]

[ ""anonymously""

is peter flattered? he's not sure.
it's awful.
it's one of the worst t-shirts he's ever seen, and he's terrible with fashion.
does he kind of love it though?
yeah, a little.

(it's the sort of thing he and johnny would have done, and that's a slightly strange realisation to come to knowing — at least, in terms of having an educated guess — as to who it came from.

brucey-boy, u ain't no johnny storm.

aka ur one of the strangest people peter has ever met.) ]

action; 3/9

[originallutece]

[So . . . an amusement park.

It's less impressive without the power, admittedly. But she goes anyway, because it's something to do, and she might as well know every inch of this dark purgatory. Besides: that rollercoaster is fascinating. Terrible, and yes, of course, awfully sad, but still: a feat of biology and physics, all in one.

But so: she intends fully on approaching, but she's distracted by a . . .

Well, it's not a spirit, is it? He is, she should say, although with that costume she's fairly sure no one would fault her if she mistook him for that. Right now, he seems to be eyeing one of the games speculatively. The spirit in charge is eagerly trying to cajole him (probably? it's sometimes a bit difficult to tell), but of course they are.]

Is this what you do in your spare time? Win prizes?

[It's not critical so much as a way to say hello, there you are, it's been a while, spider boy.]

[webshoots]

[ he jumps.

when he jumps, he lets out a startled, slightly strangled yell because one, his spider-sense hadn't alerted him to anyone approaching him (and why would it? madam lutece isn't a threat) and two, well — mostly that first one. he'd been eyeing one of the games speculatively — the one with the milk bottles, because after something fast approaching a year in this place, those fuzzy little toys don't half look cute. ]

Gyah! [ then is the answer that madam lutece first gets, punctuated by him swinging round towards her. ] N— yes. [ beat. ] Regular ol' prize-winner, that's me.

@langit; text;

[arsarcanum]

hi i know we haven't talked before but you talk to riku right
have you seen him

[webshoots]

Hey. Yeah, we talk but ... no.
Everything alright?

text; un: gwenzelle

[gwenzelle]

what's uuuuuuuup, pete-o burrito?

[ it is 2:40am ]

[webshoots]

Oh, the usual. Contemplating my life and what I did to deserve being referred to as pete-o burrito...

@wayne

[pearlstrings]

I've never been very good with timing, but I'd like to solicit your opinion when you have it to spare.

[webshoots]

Timing's never been a particularly strong suit of mine either.

What's up?