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[construing]

CHARACTERS: gwen + you
LOCATION: around
DATE: vague calendar noises here
CONTENT: catch-all covering intro season.
WARNINGS: spiders.

First step to dropping into another universe: find food because a girl is eating for two. Step two: get the lay of the land. Step three: socialize? Yes? That probably needs to be bumped up a priority, but with Gwen an eensy bit mad about not waking up to her dad yelling about Venom getting into his shoes, actually talking to people can stay a distant third.

The symbiote feeds off her wariness. Wherever she goes, she drops spiders: tiny little things, black as tar, their appearance shiny like rubber. They hang on the countertop in the kitchen as she attempts to make homemade—station-made?—corn dogs. They explore boxes in the tech storage room as Gwen blankly stares at the mess and hopes the pieces she needs, as well as the knowledge to use them, simply materialize in front of her. Pick a book in the common room and it might come festooned with the little guys—or it is impossible to notice them over Gwen crouching upside down on the ceiling, comfortably listening to music like gravity owes her a personal favor. (It does.)

She does not don a mask—no identity to protect—but she keeps one article of clothing always on her: a Spider-Woman hoodie. It made the trip with her, along with her favorite, beat up pair of Chucks.

It’s the little things Gwen’s grateful for lately.

( OOC note: max. 2 people per specific prompt, please! feel free to wildcard and have your character run into her basically anywhere. I'll happily write a tailored prompt too, pm for one ♥ prose or brackets welcome, I’ll write to match! )

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[construing]

[ gwen blinks. ]

Are you taking attendance?

[coordination]

Attendance? No!

I just want your name! You're here, so that means you're part of this team. It's important to facilitate camaraderie!

[construing]

Wait, wait— [ she waves her hands in stop. ] This is you trying to facilitate camaraderie?

[ holy. forking. shirt. eyes wide and lips pressed together, gwen stares at a point to her left. without looking, she fishes another corn dog out of the oil before it burns. ]

I gotta be honest… I did not get that at all.

[coordination]

[ This is him trying to facilitate camaraderie and he makes zero apologizes for this talent that is clearly too powerful to comprehend.

(soRRY GWEN,)

He stares at her. ??? ]

I just asked you your name!

[ After trying to kill something that (he doesn't know) is technically part of her and yelling a lot. Welcome to Yzak. ]

[construing]

[ now armed with a respectable pile of corn dogs (not enough; no amount is ever enough), gwen turns off the heat before there is an accident. she would love nothing more than to immediately dig in, but somehow she has been tapped into…whatever this is. life's not fair, the pope is catholic, gwen stacys tend to die, etc. ]

Okay. [ she takes a breath before facing him. ] It's not what you said, it's the way you did it.

[ she motions at everything he is. ]

You're putting off a very intense energy, and I do not have the blood sugar levels to match you right now. So, will you please let me eat?

[coordination]

I'm ... not stopping you from eating! You can eat!

[ He does take a step back, though, looking down at himself, as if wondering, is it me? Am I the (intense) drama? ]

Maybe if there weren't spiders crawling around in cups in here...