Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[The one dubious pro of imminent death was a reduction of worry. When you'd died once and were kind of fated to die again, it was just a matter of when, and therefore levels of carefulness of were relaxed. Other people needed to be careful because, conceivably, they could live to be in their 80s or 90s, if they took care of their bodies. Gwen didn't get that many years, and so she didn't need to exercise the caution others did. It wasn't that she wanted to die, nothing like that, but it was going to happen regardless.
She smiled when he groaned, cornflower blue and a perfect line of teeth that had cost her dad a lot of money.] It'll be easier if you're kind of used to it before. [It was an admission. She didn't want anyone suffering over her death the way Peter had back home, and communication before the fact seemed a good way to minimize the grieving period.
But then it was time for demos, and she was pretty good at theatrics these days. Webslinging kind of did that, and so did the whole mask thing, because people had problems understanding speech without exaggeration like whoa. Visual cues were way more important than she'd ever realized before Peter.
But, webs, right. Webs. Ooops!
At the very last minute, she snickt one of the webs up to the railing he was leaning against. Her accuracy wasn't so great, because of the whole falling thing and her lingering PTSD thing. She aimed the web for between his hands on the bannister, but she caught the old wood just to the left of his left hand. Sticky webbing that she used to swing back up in the open center of the stairs' twirling landscape. Swing, and she landed in a crouch on the railing beside him, only slightly winded. She really needed to work on the whole flip thing for theatrics.]