MJ (notmarijuana) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-01-02 19:35:00 |
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MJ was slowly becoming accustomed to the idea that she’d never really get used to everything that was going on in Atlantis. After the Halloween party where Harry Potter had gotten blind drunk and she’d ended up singing and dancing to Michael Jackson’s Thriller without any real conscious decision to do so, she decided that going with the flow in terms of what this place did was going to be a lot easier than resisting and trying to protest it. That being said, the fact that Peter was around definitely complicated things - even MJ hadn’t really accepted the fact that she had some kind of feelings for him, no matter what they actually were. She cared about him and the only way she knew how to react to that was to tease him and act as though she didn’t care at all, but that...wasn’t really the point here, was it? Right now, they were meeting for not-as-good-as-New-York Pizza in one of the many eateries around town so that they could...talk.
Hell, it wasn’t like he even owed her an explanation. He didn’t owe her anything, she was just pushy enough to demand one from him because what the hell, he was Spider-Man. He was a literal superhero, albeit a dorky, nerdy one that people were a little underwhelmed by purely because he was standing up besides the likes of literal nordic Gods and rich, privileged assholes playing with pretty toys. MJ tucked the boxes against her stomach as she walked down to sit on the edge of the harbor, shooting off a message to Peter to let him know where she was as she pulled out a slice and took a bite, musing over what exactly she was going to ask him. Red and black flannel worn over a black shirt, pair of jeans and his typical sneakers, Peter had his headphones sitting in his ears while he moved towards the harbor and where Michelle was currently sitting. He didn’t really know what he was going to say to her; he liked her, a lot really. She was fun, but he also knew very little about her. She was always seemingly around he and Ned, they talked to her, but they didn’t really hang out. Yet, she felt like an extremely close friend, despite knowing much about the girl. Marching towards her, he noted the boxes next to her and smirked, soon nearing her and nodding towards the pizzas, “What did you go with?” Dropping into a seat next to her then, the teen raised a brow, pulling out his headphones and turning off his music as he took his seat. Looking into her direction, he turned up a brow. “So this is all…” He gestured towards the ocean, “Kinda crazy, huh? Atlantis? Gods, wizards, a guy who used to be a fish? It’s like a D&D campaign come to life.” She let her legs dangle over the edge of the wall, kicking her heels against the bricks as she waited for Peter to get here - maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d just be too busy because it wasn’t like he wasn’t popular here. He seemed to have a lot more friends than any of them had ever had back at home. It was weird. This was all weird, even by her very high standards of weird. She heard his footsteps and glanced behind her to check, raising her eyebrows at his question. “Pepperoni, meat lovers and a veggie one so I can pretend I’m having a healthy day,” she offered a small smile as he sat down next to her, resting her forearms on the railing. “Y’know, I think I can accept all of it except the guy who used to be a fish. Gods, okay- they exist in our world anyway. Wizards, the Lost City of Atlantis- I always did like conspiracy theories and seeing them proven right in some shape or form, so I’m okay with that, but fish boy? Kind of cute fish boy, at that? I feel weird just saying it.” “Are you only going to eat the veggie one, because if not, then you’re absolutely going to be failing at pretending,” Offered Peter as he took his seat next to her, hazel eyes moving to scan the girl next to him, getting an understanding of someone he knew, but didn’t know well. All that well at least. Probably because he’d always been so caught up in the ‘Stark internship’, as well as his obsession, probably unhealthy obsession, with Liz Toomes. Peter blinked at her comment about Flounder being cute, “Man, you think he’s cute? You know if you take him home, chances are he probably changes right back into a fish? I don’t know how the magic here works, but I’m pretty sure it’d work that way in some fashion.” He then thought a moment, “But he seems cool. I can see it.” He joked, then snatched a slice of pizza, taking a quick bite from it, staring at the sea beneath them, “It took me a bit to accept the whole ‘Atlantis’ isn’t underwater thing.” “Having a vegetable is healthier than just the pepperoni,” she punched him lightly on the shoulder for the comment and flipped open the pizza boxes, taking a slice of the veggie so she could at least make a reasonable start. “As far as guys go, he could absolutely be worse for - again - a literal fish in a human body. I’m not particularly enamoured with men in general but I can admit that somebody’s nice to look at. I call it like I see it,” she shrugged as she took a bite herself. “It is kinda weird but I’m more surprised it exists in any capacity in the first place. Then again, some people here are surprised that you exist or surprised that the guys from Star Wars are present and accounted for. Pretty sure my mom would have a fit if she knew I had the opportunity to talk to Han Solo and I wasn’t actively taking it.” “I don’t know. Pizza already has most of the categories covered; you’ve got your carbs, your meats, dairy, veggies and fruit, really, pizza is the healthiest option at all times,” Offered as he took a drink, and then another bite. He shrugged then, looking around them, “I mean it’s still crazy to think about, but I guess, it’s no crazier than … well legit gods exist where we’re from, and they’re basically aliens? Thor, Loki… aliens come from portals in the sky. I’ve been to another planet, even…” Peter offered before looking back towards her, raising a brow, “I flew in a spaceship, fought with wizards and Tony Stark against actual aliens. And it was super not that weird. A alien girl tried to lay her eggs in me I think, even.” He took another drink, then shrugged, “So I suppose I shouldn’t be that weirded out Atlantis exists at all.” “Wasn’t there a thing a few years ago where pizza was declared a vegetable?” she asked curiously as she took another bite. “I’m pretty sure that happened, but- fuck knows. The past few years of American History have felt vaguely like a fever dream where everything goes wrong but then something out of Saint’s Row happens to distract everybody,” she looked over at him. “An alien girl tried to lay her eggs in you? You seem to have a lot of girls trying to do stuff to you here. You’re popular with the ladies,” she teased. “Uhh, not… sure? Was that a thing? Were people debating it?” Peter questioned, curious, a tiny bit confused, before finally clicking his tongue and looking away thinking about it for far longer than he should have. He finally then shook his head, looking back at her, “Are you equating the current political climate to be … Saints Row-esque?” He thought maybe that might not be too far off. Laughing at the next bit, he shrugged, “First of all, you know very well I am anything but a ladies man. Secondly, no, she didn’t try to lay her eggs in me here. She tried it on the planet Titan, Thanos’ homeworld.” “I think people were debating it,” she murmured, then looked at him at his question. “Of course I am. Minus the like- social movement forward in Saint’s Row. I guess it’s an anti-Saint’s Row in that sense, because everything’s just gone to shit and now half of the goddman world is gone,” she murmured, rubbing her forehead. “And- you might not think you are, but you’re still somehow ridiculously popular with the ladies. Everybody’s clamouring for your attention,” she snorted slightly. “Is it being a superhero? Do I need to get powers to be cool?” |