Blah, Blah, Blah, Something About Shelter From the Storm (Closed)

[toiletseat_girl]

Who: George Lass, Jo Harvelle, Pellaz Cevarro, Peter Parker
What: Riding out the storm, trying to not get on each other's nerves.
Where: Second Spiral, House 1402
When: The duration of the storm.
Warnings: Swearing, general crankiness, more swearing.



Prompts to come in comments!

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September 7th

[toiletseat_girl]

[now this was a storm. George sure hadn't seen anything like it in Seattle. no, Seattle rains were frequent and annoying, but they sure as fuck didn't produce winds or thunder or lightning like this.

so she curled up with her knees hugged to her chest on the couch, watching the storm out of the window. she looks up as she's joined on the couch and says]

So. Which fucking god do you think we should blame for this? Or is it just general island fuckery?

Re: September 7th

[knifecollecting]

[Jo is closer to the window, probably where she shouldn't be standing.]

It feels like a coastal storm. [She's only been in one, but...]

We haven't really been here long enough to know what this planet's weather is.

September 7th

[toiletseat_girl]

[yes, especially considering the lightning strike that just happened]

Like a hurricane or something?

I guess not. It's just that it's been so blah so far.

Re: September 7th

[pellameno]

Fear just had his fun with us, or I'd say maybe him. It feels like it's just the planet... but I'm starting to worry. Where I'm from, something this strong would have passed already.

[ Storms in the desert can be deadly, for certain, since the ground doesn't soak up the water. But they're fast and furious and then gone. If you didn't drown in the initial flood, you'll be alright.

Pell sits down beside George, tucking his legs under him and grabbing a pillow to cling to. It's no secret he's afraid of the water -- this is really pushing him. ]

What do you think is happening to those out at sea?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she nods] Where I'm from, we don't have weather like this in the first place. We had rain but it was like steady, soaking rain, not like crazy-ass hurricane rains.

[George scoots slightly closer to Pell and tries to seem comforting. she's bad at it, but she's trying]

...if they're lucky, this shit missed 'em completely.

September 9th

[toiletseat_girl]

[someone had unearthed a deck of playing cards and they were in the middle of a cutthroat game of Go Fish. George was down to her last three cards and victory was in sight! she could almost taste it. she flashes her game partners what's meant to be a winning smile, but probably comes across more as smarmy]

So, anybody got a two?

Re: September 9th

[knifecollecting]

[If Jo had gotten her way, they would be playing something more fun than Go Fish. Being inside is starting to wear on her.]

Go fish.

September 9th

[toiletseat_girl]

[muttered] Fucking hell.

[she draws a seven from the pile and curses as she doesn't have another one of those. and what's wrong with Go Fish?]

September 12th

[toiletseat_girl]

[looking at the pantry wasn't going to make more food magically appear, much as she might wish it otherwise. and the storm's rage only seemed to intensify as the days passed. but there was no way around it, a couple of them were going to have to brave the storm in order to go to the shops and get more food. it sucked, but there was no way around it.

she kind of figured she'd be one of the ones going out for the food given the whole Reaper indestructibility thing, but she didn't exactly want to go out by herself. she sighed, slapped her hands against her thighs, and walked out into the living room]

So, I'm going for food. Anyone wanna come with?

[she wasn't expecting anyone to volunteer, but who knows?]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter's hand immediately shoots into the air.]

Me. I'm going.

[This is the guy that's used to web slinging around friggen New York and bouncing from rooftop to rooftop. Can you imagine how bored he's been being stuck inside because of all this storm horseshit? SO BORED. Plus going out in this mess is more than likely the most dangerous thing ever and he doesn't want anything to happen to George.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George turns to Peter]

You sure? It's gonna suck out there.

[she's been bored as hell, too, plus she hasn't been able to make it to the Clinic or the Lab for nearly a week. which sucks. she has tried games of Solitaire, reading her books again, and listening to music on her headphones, and she has still wound up bored, too. but she doesn't want him to feel obligated or something]

come at me bros

[itsnotaonesie]

[By the end of the first day, Peter was already starting to go a little stir crazy. Watching the storm out the window had only been entertaining for so long, and he'd left most of the stuff he'd been tinkering with at the lab. Aside from hanging out with the housemates, he didn't have much to do to keep him busy. He needs something to do before he gets so bored that he starts taking kitchen appliances apart.]


Pretty much whenever

THING 1: No Internet and no PS4 make Peter go crazy

[Yeah he actually has found some appliance to take apart and he has the guts all spread out on a table. Sorry if you wanted to use this table for anything. But don't worry! He can totally put it back together, and he's even in the process of doing so. He's still bored, though, so he's going to launch into small talk with whoever happens to be hanging around.]

I feel like this is one of those situations where we should be sitting around and telling ghost stories and stuff? Like at a camp fire, only with less fire. And less camping. I dunno, I've never been camping.


THING 2: "Crazy" = just making poor choices

[He absolutely slipped out in the middle of the night a few times despite the weather. There could have been people stuck out in the rain, you never know. When he returns from his soggy island adventures, he usually comes back in through his own window and changes out of his Spidey suit. Once or twice though he just changes somewhere else and uses the front door like a civilized person, figuring nobody would be awake yet. Here's this asshole tracking water all over the floor WHAT UP.]


September 13thish

[Also he's been temporarily patching leaks in the ceiling and windows with webs, so random spider webs in weird places are totally a thing right now. Sorry if spider webs creep everyone else out.

After he thinks everyone else has gone to bed, he'll actually be up on the ceiling in the living room, hanging upside down from some webbing and trying to patch up a leaky window frame, so that's a thing. A perfectly normal thing that all humans do and it's not even weird.]

September 13thish

[toiletseat_girl]

[George doesn't technically need to sleep as a Grim Reaper, but it's a thing she does anyway, both to not weird people out and because she enjoys it. what? sleep is fun. turn off your brain for a few hours and when you wake up, there's usually something to eat waiting for you.

but sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night. not that it's easy to tell when the middle of the night is what with this storm straight from the armpit of hell.

when she wakes up, she usually wants a cup of hot chocolate. good thing they picked up a container of the stuff earlier. so she goes to the kitchen, prepares herself a mug of the stuff and begins her trek back to her room.

only to get an odd feeling that she's being watched. she slooooowly looks up.

to find Peter hanging upside down from something that looks like a spiderweb]

--the fuck!?

yaaas

[itsnotaonesie]

[He's so focused on what he's doing that he doesn't notice George going into the kitchen. Or coming out. The storm is really loud, okay. What he does notice is her swearing, which manages to startle the fuck out of him, which results in him fumbling whatever's in his hands, dropping it to the floor, and falling onto the floor himself while he attempts to catch it. It is not in the least bit graceful, but even less graceful is probably his attempt to act natural after he hops up off the floor.]

Oh! Hey! What's up? Just uh, just fixing the window! It was. Y'know. Leaking. It's good now.

[Oh god it's a disaster]

1

[knifecollecting]

You wouldn't want to hear our ghost stories. [Jo tries to make it sound like the rest of them are included in that. She's sure by now his new roommates have stories too.]

You've really never been camping?

[itsnotaonesie]

There's not much that spooks me these days. Aside from that thunder out there, maybe.

[It is crazy loud, like, which asshole thought that thunder that loud was acceptable? He's just gonna blame all the gods at once.]

But no, never been camping. I didn't get too many chances to get out of Queens.

september 13th

[pellameno]

[ Pell doesn't sleep particularly well in general, struggling with being alone and the nightmares that only company has ever soothed. Every now and then he'll room with Jo, but tonight even her presence doesn't help, the roaring storm outside just a little too much. He's just getting restless, too, trapped inside... but when he did venture out it was bad enough to make him decide inside was better. He nearly hadn't wanted to go back home, but riding it out at the clinic would've sucked too. There was no winning.

In the middle of the night the lightning starts up again, and he begins to feel downright twitchy... carefully, so as not to wake his sister, Pell eases out of bed and pulls her curtains shut to keep the flashes from disturbing her either, then heads down the stairs to make himself some tea.

He doesn't notice Peter's antics until another flash illuminates the living room, and the odd shadow at the top of the window. ]

So that's where the webs have been coming from...

[ That one answer has spawned about a dozen other questions, though. ]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter just freezes in the middle of whatever he was doing, and awkwardly glances over his shoulder. Ummmm yeah.]

So...uh.

[He just. Stares at Pell for a moment, and then looks back at the webbing he's been shooting all over the place, and then at the ceiling he's still suspended from... and then just looks at Pell again. Yeaaaah he's totally got this.]

...This is normal. Yeah. All of this? Totally normal, nothing weird here.

[He does not totally got this.]

After a few days

[knifecollecting]

[Jo has been leaving, but after two days she realizes it's almost impossible for a normal human out there. She's too small to fight against the wind, even if she can move pretty fast.

Eventually, she starts collecting food and supplies, trying to figure out what they have. When that's finished, she just starts pacing the house, checking windows and ceilings for any problems.]

arrivals day

[pellameno]

[ Pell is perfectly happy to hole up until the 10th -- he's scared of the water to start with, and although the water seems to be draining here rather than turning into floods like storms would have caused back home, he's not excited about going out in it. Until arrivals day, that is.

Nearly every month for the past two and a half years, by his count, he'd gone to help. Either at the clinic itself (which is where he's planning on struggling his way to today) or directly at the colosseum. If he missed an arrivals day, it was because he wasn't capable. Not because he was afraid. This storm won't win.

There's probably no chance he's going to manage to sneak past Jo, though, huh? Especially not in his cloak with his medical bag on his shoulder. ]

Re: arrivals day

[knifecollecting]

[Jo is heading past the stairs when he comes down, which definitely means he won't sneak by.

She looks at his bag and then up at his face.]

Were you thinking of going somewhere?

During that whole touchy feely butt grabby event or whatever

[itsnotaonesie]

[Usually when someone gets really hurt or something, by say, a crazy demon lady, they might pop into a hospital and have a doctor check that shit out and patch them up. Usually people aren't secretly a Spider-Man, though, and this secret spider guy has developed a bad habit of just going home any time he gets hurt and letting his body's accelerated healing do it's thing. It's worked out just fine in the past, but usually it was just scrapes, bruises, and the occasional inconvenient broken rib. A couple days of taking it easy and he was usually good to go.

He'd done the same thing back when he'd been crushed under a collapsed building, just went back to his apartment and slept it off like it was nothing. He intended to do the same thing this time, just slip past everyone before any questions came up and crash for the next couple days. The adrenaline was starting to wear off though, and it felt like every inch of his body was starting to ache. He couldn't remember just how many times that lady had blasted him with... he had no idea, magic lasers? Either way, he didn't need to see the bruising to know how bad it was. That shit hurt. He remembers being nicked by her sword at one point, but hadn't slowed down since he retreated to check the damage. It's probably not that bad.

Except it actually is that bad, maybe worse, and the only reason he hasn't noticed the red stain that's growing across the side of his hoodie and jeans yet is the fact that it's just rainy and kinda shitty out. Also the hoodie is a dark color, so its not immediately obvious to him that he's bleeding kind of a lot of blood out. Get your shit together, Parker.

Bloody, bruised and soggy, he basically looks like shit in every way. BUT, since he doesn't see anyone immediately upon peeking in the front door, he thinks he's clear to get to his room without worrying anyone. So he's gonna. Come in. And start sneaking his ass to his room.]

Peter!!

[knifecollecting]

[Unfortunately for Peter, as he attempts to sneak up the stairs, Jo is headed out of her room and down them.]

Hey, Pete- [He looks wet, maybe she should go grab her makeshift rain jacket. She spares a second look and notices how pale he looks.]

Are you okay?

[toiletseat_girl]

[he would've gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for those darned kids if it wasn't for George coming out of her room just as he's trying to sneak into his. busted]

...okay, mind if I ask what the fuck? 'Cause what the fuck? No offense or anything, but you look like shit.

[pellameno]

[ Look Peter, you may be super sneaky, but an injury this dramatic isn't easy to hide. Especially from three people who work at the clinic.

Pell isn't visible from the front door, no, but when he hears it close he comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. Peter will have to pass on the way to his room... ]

Peter, dinner's almost ready, do you--

[ ...which means that he's caught red-sided, as it were. Pell's expression shifts to concern immediately, as he takes in the sight of the boy. Not only is he bleeding, someone beat him to hell. ]

What happened?!

[ He's already stepping forward to take action, so if Peter wants to dodge he'd better do it quickly or he's going to get fussed. ]