May 'Mayday' Parker (mayflowers) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-12-11 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | may parker / spider-woman (earth-982) |
Who: May Parker / Spider-Girl (mc2) and OPEN
What: Spider Girl's out to deliver cookies, because why not?
Where: Downtown Storybrooke
When: Early evening, December 11th
Rating: TBD, Low because May's in a Christmas mood
Status: Open, In Progress.
There was really only so much homework and Christmas Specials one could stand. May adored the season, even if she didn't have any of her family here to spend it with, and she found herself struggling to keep the spirit in check as she tapped her pencil against the desk in her room. She kind of wished she had another room mate, which was strange feeling in and of itself, but quickly shoved that idea from her mind. Having her own space to do, really, whatever she wanted was something she could get used to...eventually. Right now, however, it sucked. It sucked hard. It was too quiet, too empty, at a time of year when there should have been lights and parties. Even if she'd had the good luxury of not being by herself on Thanksgiving, May found herself greedily craving company, or at least some semblance of the holidays. Eventually, it had driven her to the kitchen to begin making a batch of cookies, just for something to do while she let her mind begin to roll over just what her plans were going to be for herself. Portals and strange people were bad enough and she hadn't quite decided just how she was going to go about dealing with the idea of livinghere in Storybrooke. She'd thought, pretty much since she first arrived, that eventually another portal would just show up and whisk her back home to Mom, Dad, Benji, and, evidently, her sister April. That hadn't happened, and there didn't really seem to be any crime to fight or wrongs to right, which kind of left May at a loss. Sure, she could buckle down, go to school, go to college if she was here long enough, but...what about the parts of her life she actually enjoyed? What about her powers and just how much was she wanted that part of her lineage to be in her life? Could she really just let that sit in a box, hidden in the back of her closet? She really didn't think so. Sure, she'd let herself have a few, random, romps through the town. Those were just for fun though and, near as she knew, nobody really seemed to care about her presence. May wasn't about to say she minded that, as it sure beat being yelled at or chased because of it, but she couldn't say she blamed them either. In a town populated by the likes of The Avengers, she was probably less of a spectacular sight, never mind the events that had brought everyone here in the first place. It was then that the idea came to her. It was Christmas, and everyone liked cookies, right? That was why she'd been making them up, to hand out to classmates, or even just the random people who she shared a floor with in the building, but how much cooler would it be to scamper around the town as Spider-Girl, handing out cookies? It seemed the perfect way to go about spreading some cheer, randomly and anonymously of course (May had never been one who really liked excessive credit), just to make people feel a bit more welcome when it was cold outside? It was a pretty brilliant plan, she thought, and she was going to do it. Within the next two hours, armed with a backpack full of fresh sugar cookies, shaped like Christmas trees no less, May slipped out off the patio of her apartment and carefully made her way down to the rooftops below. Sure, she could have been a bit more obvious, probably could have strolled right down the middle of the street handing out cookies and nobody would have batted an eye. Where was the theatrics in that though? She was a Parker, after all, Daughter of Spider-Man, she had a certain reputation to uphold. It was why she was waiting, very carefully, on a sidewalk overhang, near the clock. Why? Because if you were going to get Christmas cookies from Spider-Girl, she was going to gently dangle herself upside down when she gave them to you. It was exactly what she'd do too. One by one, as residents and pedestrians walked by, she'd gently, drop herself down to the street below. May was careful though, and tried to allow enough distance not to keep from startling anyone as she held her costumed hand out to them. Sometimes she said "Merry Christmas" sometimes "Happy Holidays" but, either way, anyone who wanted a warm cookie? They were more than welcome to have one. |