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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! )

Comments

[anthropophagite]

You weren't asked? [ Kaneki was. At least he remembers the voice asking him.

And he agreed to it, although truthfully, everything sounded like a dream at the time and something that wasn't actually real. And yet, even if he were awake, kaneki would have still said yes. ]

Ah- definitively. And with space. And with magic. [ he meant what he said about being "normal", at least in the sense that this current setting is extremely alien to him ]

[construing]

[ drily: ] Pretty sure being asked while I'm dreaming and thus not fully alert and not being told what accepting would actually entail violates a few ethics codes. [ probably some laws too at least in her neck of the universe. ]

[anthropophagite]

[ well. yes.

But also: ] I would still say yes even if I hadn't been asked in a dream...

[construing]

[ gwen softens. ] That bad, huh?

[ she addresses all distressing situations, whether minor inconveniences or traumatic situations, with a heaping dose of sarcasm, bad puns, and worse jokes, but only when they are her own. she cannot make light of anyone else's hurt.

her blue eyes regard kaneki kindly. ] You don't have to explain if you don't want. [ unspoken is the other half: if he does, she will listen.

gwen sits up. ]

Let's do this. I'm very weird and constantly changing universes. So, if you ever need something, you can text me. Even if I can't help, I have a wealth of shitty dad jokes sure to get a whole "ha" out of you. [ she points to the spiders. ] I'll bring them too.

[ because venom is literally bonded to her and depends on her for its very survival, but shh. details. ]

[anthropophagite]

[ kaneki can not bring himself to tell her what he wants to change. "I don't want to go on a date" sounds silly, but it was the catalysis to everything that happened to him. To being turned into a ghoul, to becoming inhuman... had he not met that woman and gone on a date with her, kaneki would still be leading his boring and yet peaceful life.

he wants that boring and yet peaceful life back. ]

I think it's bad for everyone. [ he forces a smile since that's how he addresses his own distressing situations. However, that smile softens at her offer, glancing back at the spiders next. ]

Well... I can't refuse if they look at me like that. [ a small little joke, he can make them too. ] I can bring cupcakes. I found out I'm good at making them.

puts a pretty finishing bow on this

[construing]

Perfect. You get dessert, I've got the entrée, now we just need someone to assign the drinks to and we've got our oddball space trio. It'll air for two seasons and be abruptly canceled.

[ gwen aims finger guns at him with a click of her tongue before settling back into the seat, her feet on the cushions like a monster, and her earbuds in. it doesn't take her long to sink into the music, her fingers sometimes drumming against her thigh to the beat. ]