Diana // Peter. Who - Diana // Peter Parker. What - Further exploration, new friends, and maybe some ghosties.. When - 04/24/2021, daytime. Lights are still out. Where - Game room? Gym? Undecided as yet. Rating - I cannot imagine a more G-rated pairing honestly.. Status - Ongoing.
Diana had woken early that morning, because the alarm clock radio in her room had gone off. Which, as a pleasant reminder, there wasn’t any hecking power. Still as yet unappraised of the haunted status of the hotel, she was forced to assume this was another of those finicky human things that never seemed to work properly for her to begin with. And that was without the danger of crushing most of them if she wasn’t paying attention.
Anyway, the darn thing had gone off with an impossibly loud song and then as soon as she was on her feet, it seemed it had turned off and the power was out again, or still. Diana wasn’t necessarily scared at this point, but she was certainly confused. She did not fully know fear, because as yet in her life, nothing had been able to so much as harm her in any permanent sense. Even this incident in and of itself had not harmed her; she’d simply been moved, or some such foolishness. When one’s entire life had begun with Gods, Goddesses, wars and myths and legends that the humans were still convinced were lies, this wasn’t necessarily an alarming situation. Yet.
She had found herself some breakfast, as instructed in the phone call she’d received, and a further leaflet of information in her room. She’d read it with the lighter in her pocket, because using her phone flashlight hadn’t occurred to her. Old-fashioned, and all that jazz. If she’d had a candle, she’d have used that. In any case, she was fed, clothed, and seemingly provided for. The only person she had met so far, one Tony Stark, had been perfectly kind and helped her learn how to use the coffeemaker in the ballroom.
She’d been in plenty worse situations, most certainly. Even when the hecking alarm clock went off again with that same song and made her spill the coffee she’d been sipping down her front, she’d still been in plenty worse situations. She unplugged the darn thing entirely, and then realized she didn’t want to be in this room anymore. There wasn’t any real reason, except that she just… didn’t like it. At all.
Diana was still barefaced as far as makeup, and she had tugged on a pair of jeans and another sweater she’d found in one of the drawers in her room. Her long, dark hair was brushed but hanging down around her face, and she shut the door behind her a little more firmly than she perhaps should have on her way out of the room. She was beginning to realize that she didn’t like the bedroom she’d been assigned, if only because of the odd occurrences therein.
She had a vague recollection of the room sshe’d seen the night before, when she’d wandered into the ballroom, and Diana made her way back to the game room she recalled seeing. Most of it was nonfunctional, because the power was out, but she liked it anyway. And besides, maybe someone else would be there. Even if Tony Stark was the only person that existed in this hotel, maybe he’d be there, then. Diana wasn’t sure of anything here, except that she was safe, and she probably shouldn’t have been too sure about that to begin with.