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Who: Peter Parker + you!
What: Various open prompts.
Where: Aube, STARR Club HQ and Soleil
When: The week after zombie mission and Gwen's arrival.
Warnings: None anticipated!

Fixer-Upper (Aube Floor 3)

[ Multiple midnight dumpster runs later, Peter finally has a decent collection of stuff to work on here. The common room on the third floor of Aube has been temporarily taken over by junk and tools, which have been loosely sorted into different piles. Here's a bunch of electronic parts. Here's some casings that seem mostly intact. These are screens, that appears to be a pile of ancient game console tidbits... The biggest item is an old CRT TV that is just wrecked. But - it's not what he's working on right this second. No, he seems to be focused on multiple funny-looking bracelets laid out on a cloth. He's had at least three requests for webshooters by now, and he aims to get them done today. Also, finally fix the one that Kano busted.

See what he's up to? Yell at him for taking up all the space? Or maybe if you ask him nicely, he'll build something fun for you.

In this prompt (as well as all of the others!) Peter has a fresh set of claw marks on his face. The cuts are clean and healing nicely, but obviously very fresh. Someone ran into something nasty lately. ]

STARR Club

[ Who the hell was dumb enough to let Peter start a club again? Oh wait, this is technically Gohan's fault probably. Though honestly, it's safer than just letting all these technically inclined idiots blow up their dorm room or something.

The STARR Club (Science, Technology And Runes/Robotics) was technically up and running in the first few days of school. Pete's definitely been in and out doing stuff. But now? It's officially, definitely open, and Peter is heading up the first meeting. He's. Frankly a bit overwhelmed? Please someone else take this over so he can go back to making webshooters in the corner like he actually wants to do. ]

So uh - I guess we need rules? Or something? To be official.

[ He has a whiteboard set up, on which he already has a helpful list started:

DON'T BE A DICK

Clean up after your own explosions

Annnd that's it. ]

Soleil, Returning Late

[ Of course that just covers the daytime activities. At night ... Peter tries to sleep, he really does, but inevitably he wakes up at some point and just needs to leave. Swing out to Soleil, get some fresh air come back at an ungodly hour, whatever. Today he's donned his hobo spider suit to go foil some midnight muggings in the local town. He's also taking a swing through campus too, so maybe you see this mysterious Spider-Man out and about?

Or, perhaps worse, you catch him just as he's sneaking back into Aube at 3 AM. The suit is tucked away, but he definitely is sneaking through the hallways up to his room, trying not to look guilty. ]

Spider Astronomy - CLOSEDish

[ Whose idea was this again? It doesn't really matter, honestly; Peter would have been up here regardless and the other two spider kids are nerdy enough this likely appealed to them too. Early in the morning of January 21st, Peter sneaks his way up to the roof of the Aube dorms, carrying a duffel bag full of junk with him. It's cold, as always, but the night is clear, and they have a perfect view of the moon. Pete's here to set up some blankets, put together the world's worst telescope, and watch the lunar eclipse with Gwen and Miles. He's even gotten a couple thermoses full of hot soup from the kitchen. ]

D'you think the faculty does some kind of weird blood moon ritual or something for this?

[ It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. This place is weird enough already.

Of course if you're up on the roof at about the same time (doing the same thing, maybe!) it wouldn't be hard to run into the trio. ]

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[ Honestly he deserves every bit of judgement she can throw at him. For all of it.

He tosses the can casually, looking it over. ]

You looked pretty close to done already. Which is too bad, because now we've gotta scrub it all off. Wait, is this purple?

[ He says, looking at the can more closely. Yep, the literally colorblind dude in a onesie is critiquing your art skills. ]

Yeah, that's not happening.

*She plants a hand on her hip. She prefers not to cause a lot of property damage (outside of the art), but this guy is annoying her. And her magic is more house breaking than housebroken.*

Why don't you just give me back my paint, let me finish, and run along to whatever costume party you're late to.

Sorry, man. I'll be nice and not turn you in if you help me clean?

[ Otherwise well. He's got the can, he's got webs, he's not above sticking her to her own mural. ]

Whatever, I can steal more paint. Come back later. Finish what I started.

*She is aware he snatched her paint out of her hand. So she is waiting for him to attack. But she's going to start heading off toward her next adventure now.*

I was really hoping you wouldn't say that.

[ She seems okay? And, like grafitti is so low on the priority list. But. He slings a web at her ankles, trying to web them together and trip her. ]

*See, making Mal fall on her face is not going to make this easier. At all. She glares up at him, her eyes are now glowing a sickly green color. There's a definite ripple of magic in her glare.*

Oh, you're going to regret that.

*Spider-Guy you should probably know your sleeves are now a blinding lemon yellow and end in mittens covering your hands. And the thing you used to shoot that awful webbing stuff, you'll need to sort that out. Meanwhile Mal's left hand is a dragon claw and she's going to get that stuff off of her.*

Look, I'm trying not to break anything but if you wanna pick that fight I will have some fun.

[ Well. Shit. Peter's ability to cling to things is frankly kind of unrealistic, but it sort of requires that the layer between his skin and the wall to be relatively thin? It definitely doesn't work through freaking magical hex mittens. He sort of falls backwards with a yelp, still stuck to the wall with his feet but now swinging upside with no grip on his hands and no working webshooters. ]

I don't wanna fight! But we really can't go around marking up other people's stuff.

[ Mal has a minute to sort out her legs while Peter tries to figure out how to detach himself from the wall without falling on his head. It's looking like he needs to just accept the head trauma and get over it. ]

*Having your hands turn into sharp dragon claws is really good for cutting through even the most durable spider-gunk. But she's still taking her time to be sure she doesn't damage her boots. Priorities.*

They have a wall they clearly weren't using. I don't have a wall and a definite use for one. It's a win-win until you butted in.

You're just lucky it's too cold for me to just leave you out here.

*That isn't to say she isn't leaving now that she can walk, she just can't hex him to sleep until morning in this weather.*

[ He would ... probably live but would be very, very uncomfortable in the morning okay. For now though, he squirms a bit, trying to get one foot down so he can kind of crabwalk down? It's very awkward. These mittens are the worst.

Right at about the time she's loose, he manages to tumble to the ground with a minimum of falling. ]

Oh come on. I mean, the pink griffin is cool and all, but you can't just do that without asking.

Pink? Pink is a bit more your color than mine.

*There's another ripple of magic and enjoy the hot pink footie pajamas that are the bottom half of your costume, Spider-Fasion Disaster.*

Look, no idea who made you the fun police, but I'm running dangerously low on nice. Give it up before I get mean.

[ You're the worst, Mal! If he weren't already done he would definitely have unstuck from the wall just now. Instead he just. Uh. Stares for a moment? At his footie pajama socks. ]

What does mean look like? Do I get socks with sandals?

*She appreciates your noticing how terrible she is. She stops, sighs, clearly this guy cannot take a hint.*

*So she turns around and lobs a dragonfire green ball of flamey death right in front of Spider-Guy's feet. Hopefully his costume is fireproof, or he doesn't get any fire splashed on his pink new socks. That or she doesn't care and he might learn a lesson.*

Kind of like that. If you want more I'll do more.

[ It is absolutely not fireproof, as evidenced by the way he has to smack at the sparks that land on his legs. That is. Concerning! But. He's started this, so that means he has to finish it. ]

Not if I take you down first!

[ Running after someone to try to tackle them is not his preferred way of dealing with things. But. He'll try. ]

*The impact doesn't hurt as much as she was expecting, then again she noticed him rushing her before he hit, and those parts of her were dragonskin before they were both on the ground.*

So much for not getting in too much trouble this term...

*The street cracks open and several rosebriars start growing up into the space around them, trying to ensnare Spider-Guy's legs in some thorny brambles. And this is why Mal's outfit is durable against scratching and ripping.*

Get off me!

[ He also didn't really want to hurt her, so between the two factors it probably didn't hurt much at all.

The briars, though. Somehow, the goggles widen in surprise as several thorns wind around his arms and legs. ]

-- what the heck is this? Are you doing it?

Something mom taught me to deal with handsy knights.

*The briars are ignoring Mal completely, she'll make her way to her feet now.*

Look, you tried. A for effort! Let's never do this again.

I'm - Spider-Man, not --

[ Oh man these briars are rough. He has to plant his feet hard, cracking a few of the flagstones himself as he wrenches the things off him bodily. And then does it again. Multiple times, trying to fight these things back. ]

I don't ca-

*Well, she was hoping that'd hold better. He might get out of there if he's that strong.*

Look, Spider-Bum, just take the loss. I'm leaving, before this fight gets to the point where we cause some serious damage.

*She starts a few more briars growing, none of them have enough magic to last past an hour or so. But she's hoping that's the head start she needs to get back to her dorm. Fortunately Mal can just vault under and through any obstacle on the ground without slowing down.*

That's - still - augh, vines, stop! You're way too friendly!

[ He keeps busting out of them but they just keep coming!! He tries to follow her but she's gotten a solid lead by now. ]

*On the plus side, Mal isn't super fast, and once she's out of the city center she's lighting her way with a fireball in her hand. So she'll be easy to follow.*

*But do you really wanna catch her Spider-Hobo?*

[ He's ... not sure okay. The vines tore up his suit and he still has pink booties and mittens on, and also the grafitti is still here. SIGH.

He's probably just going to hang back and clean up the building instead. ]

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