WATSON; Ben // Ben Grimm (![]() ![]() @ 2011-10-08 15:32:00 |
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The Thing wanted to see the Baxter Building, and Ben Watson was in the habit of giving his reincarnate his way on any reasonable request. (Grimm had also wanted to go in costume, 'just in case' someone was around. The reasoning was sound - Grimm wanted to be sure they were recognized - but there was no way that his host wanted someone's first impression of him to be stretchy short pants. Not. Dignified.) It was Saturday and he wasn't working, so Ben wandered in around noon. Seeing the place was the strangest feeling; like deja-vu, except he knew that at least one-half of himself really had been there before. Ben took his time, wandering through the lower levels before heading upwards. Here was the spot where the Thing was punched down through the floor. There was his favorite window for looking out on the city. The tall, red-haired man had the air of a tourist looking over a favorite vacation spot. He clearly didn't belong, but he had a cheerful and almost proprietary look on his face, as if he'd been through the rooms on other occasions. Soon, it became clear that Ben wasn't the only person to feel a sort of ownership of the Baxter Building. Someone - at least one woman - was in residence. He found a pair of high heels carelessly discarded by a door, and what looked exactly like a replica of Thor's helmet sat propped on a nearby table. Weird. Well. Better not startle whoever it was. "Hello?" Ben called. "Anybody home?" He kept moving through the residential space. He'd either find the person or he'd finish his tour and go home. |