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Tweak says, "the north remembers"

Some Reality Mods (somerealitymods) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-06-15 08:08:00

Current mood:	chipper
Entry tags:	!gamewideplot, active: freddy freeman, active: natasha romanoff, active: nico di angelo, active: peter parker, active: rose hathaway, active: tony stark, inactive: cisco ramon, inactive: jughead jones, inactive: solona amell

OPENING POST
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Various NYC areas.
WHEN: June 15 - June 23
WARNINGS: Possible strong language, I imagine.
SPOILERS? Possible movie/book/show/comics, but I don't believe anything is newer than one month or so.

You can't use an old map to explore a new world.

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JUNE 15 - JUNE 23

ARRIVALS

Welcome to Goodland, a replica of Manhattan, New York, U.S.A. with one major difference → there is only ONE large apartment building (Ostrich's Villa) that magically adds floors when needed. Oh, my! Your awesome entity grew bored with his current ~~toys~~ and decided to invite more ~~play-things~~ friends so here you are. Exciting, yes? The magic is intense so Goodland is currently experiencing severe weather, including lightening, heavy rain, and intense wind. However, magically, your letter is dry when it floats to you.

Feel free to use one or more of the following ideas to get started:

◊ Utilize comments to either describe where, when, and how your character arrived or write a short one shot.

◊ Use the above details to write to

somerealityweb.

◊ Allow the above post to inspire threads in

somerealityrpg.

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Peter Parker -- Arrival One Shot (1/2)

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2019-06-15 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Why was he falling again? Why was this a thing? Was it some rule that to be a superhero, even a neighborhood one, you had to literally fall from great heights all the time? Was there some kind of fall quota he had to meet but didn’t know about it? Was it a yearly thing or a lifetime thing? And were there awards for those falls? Were points added for style and distance, taken away when one got tangled up in a parachute? Points for sticking the landing?

These questions and more raced through Peter Parker’s mind as he came back to consciousness in an utterly terrifying free fall.

There was no donut ship, and, was that rain? And why did his suit smell like a new car? And why was the ground coming so fast? (That last one was easy. He had to be going at least 120 mph, which was not a comforting thought.) Did this new suit not have a parachute? Surely the new suit had a parachute! His other one did. And Mr. Stark wasn’t likely to not include one, right? Why put one in one suit but not in another, clearly more advanced one that could literally materialize around him in the second (was it a second? It must have been no more than a second) he had blacked out. There was one. There had to be. He just had to figure out how to deploy it.

Just as panic was about to set in, Peter realized his descent had begun to slow. Oh, he thought, glancing around and noticing the fully extended parachute above him. And the lightning in the sky. The wind he supposed he could find a way to handle, but the lightning? The lightning made him nervous, especially as a guy in a metal suit drifting back down to earth. This was just all sorts of Not Good, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around any of it.

“Karen, where’d this storm come from,” he asked, fully expecting an answer. Surely his suit’s AI could tell him if this was some freak storm brought on by the aliens trying to kidnap that wizard--

The wizard! Was he okay? And where was the donut ship? He twisted around, trying to see if he could spot it in the sky above, but dark clouds blocked any sight he might have had on it. That didn’t stop him from worrying as his brain reminded him that he was still technically falling, even if he now had a parachute to help with that fall.

The problem with Manhattan, he decided, was that, from an aerial perspective, there weren’t a lot of good, open places for someone to land. There were just so many buildings, so many potential obstacles to get stuck on. It didn’t help that Peter had never actually skydived before, so he had no real frame of reference for how to stop himself from breaking a leg or an arm or smashing his face into the ground upon landing.

He tried again to talk to Karen, tried to ask her for help on how and where to land. Again, however, there was no response. Either she wasn’t in the suit, or this storm was interfering with his suit’s connection to her. What else could it be?

One good thing, he decided as he quickly looked around at the approaching buildings, was that he wasn’t a normal skydiver. (Hell, he wasn’t even really a skydiver, but that wasn’t the point.) There may not have been any easy to get to open fields from where his current path seemed to be leading him, but Peter didn’t really need a wide, open space. He just needed to get a little closer…

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Re: Peter Parker -- Arrival One Shot (2/2)

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2019-06-15 03:41 pm UTC (link)

There! It was tall and nearby with a flat roof, and he really didn’t have a lot of other options besides slamming into a building or the ground. Or being struck by lightning. (None of which were appealing, by the way.)

With a bit of twisting and a lot of help from his webbing (and only minimal amount of falling), Peter managed to land on the roof of a building he didn’t immediately recognize (though it had all the markings of a rooftop bar. Or restaurant. Either way, it was nice, and it was fancy). It was solid, and he sat down, the mask of his suit dematerializing to allow him to breathe. Rain splashed his face, and he took a few seconds to try to center himself.

A crash of thunder caused Peter to jump, his mask rematerializing. Looking around, he decided he really shouldn’t be out on a rooftop in the middle of a lightning storm in a metal suit (no matter how awesome the suit). He forced himself to his feet, not bothering to detach the parachute (he could do it once he was inside, he decided), and headed for the door on the far side that (hopefully) led inside. And to an elevator. There was just no way he was climbing down the side of the building, and he doubted swinging down was a smart idea in the rain.

His legs still shook a little from his attempt to hold onto the donut ship and his subsequent impromptu skydiving extravaganza. He didn’t know what was going on. Karen wasn’t responding, which unsettled him. And, once again, he didn’t really have any clothes on under his suit (except another suit, which, under any other circumstances would have been overkill in the superhero suit department. This circumstance was no different, really). Which was fine, except he was pretty sure he left his backpack with his normal clothes in a different part of the city. Outside. Where they were probably getting soaked right now (if someone hadn’t stolen the bag and clothes entirely. Again).

Sighing, Peter reached for the door handle just as a piece of paper floated into his face. Any other time, he’d have thrown it out, but he noticed that this paper was dry despite the heavy rain.

Brow furrowed, he read the letter three times. Goodland? What kind of stupid name was that? And what feathered friends? Peter looked around, swearing he felt eyes on him, before ducking inside the building. And--what? New home?! “I already have a home,” he said to no one in particular, looking at the provided map.

As Peter tried to take in the fact that maybe he wasn’t in Kansas anymore, he thought he should have just stayed on the bus. Or, better yet, he should have found a way to get out of that stupid field trip. (Nevermind that he liked MoMA and field trips in general.) May probably would have--

“May!”

He was gone, and she didn’t know where he was, and, oh God, he didn’t want her to worry! He quickly sprang into action, detaching the parachute before balling it up (he was not going to forget to reinstall it this time. Clearly he needed it since he kept falling from great heights), tucking it under one arm. Then he hurried to a marked exit door, racing down the stairs as fast as his shaky legs would take him (which was pretty fast. Panic and adrenaline pay off yet again).

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