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closed action starters ][ deerington
mostly for when it's too late to post to an event log
or when a tdm prompt that i like comes up
mostly for when it's too late to post to an event log
or when a tdm prompt that i like comes up
mostly for when it's too late to post to an event log
or when a tdm prompt that i like comes up
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Huh.
Well, as long as you're all enjoying yourselves...! But hey, I'm not anti-party! I'm just... you know. Making sure nothing weird happens. So everyone can have a good time! That's my job, making sure people get to party without inhibitions.
[... Note to self, check the candy.
Maybe he's a smidge paranoid about anything in Deerington.
And hey, even back home, the last party he was at ended in really big trouble.]
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[ oh, peter parker, taking on the responsibility of- the whole world and everything ever. it's fine. she has her webshooters on her wrists, ready to rumble, so. yeah. she gets it. however, he took her drink and is inspecting it, so that gets him a look. ]
Next time I'll suit up, so you can be- you. And enjoy the party. Deal?
[ she's reaching up to take her glass back thank you very much but she doesn't seem too ruffled about him taking it to begin with ]
Which will probably be- what? [ think think ] Valentines. Aw. [ aw?! gwen does not say aw ] I'm okay with suiting up for Valentines Day. I don't want to think about how this place could turn the lovey-dovey holiday of shmoopery into a horror show.
[ SO SHE WON'T. she's not too concerned about anything right now. ]
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[Not that he sounds particularly concerned yet; as long as nobody's getting killed, he'll just deal with whatever comes their way. Makes him sad he can't use the subsystem in his spider mask, that helps him get a read on things...
Stupid Deerington. Note to self, get that working again.
He cocks his head to the side and relents, though.]
Alright, alright. Deal, though. Party-time Peter, totally on reserve. [He looks up at the New Years counter nearby — not much longer now, actually. And that leaves him wondering aloud-] I wonder if Deerington's going to pull any weird stuff this holiday, too; it's uuusually the town M.O.
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[ he's really not being a party pooper at all, but it's fun to tease him anyway. there'd be shoulder bumping going on if he wasn't hanging from a web right now. which looks a little funny, she's realizing, as people keep turning their heads to do a double-take as they walk by. but it's kind of great? okay, everything seems great right now, but the next person that looks back at them to make sure they actually saw what they saw gets a little wave and a ]
-- Just thanking him for helping me get down from a really tall tree the other day. I climbed too high. Crazy, huh? The hero we all deserve, right? Spider-Man's the best, tell your friends-
[ they're already gone before she even finishes, but she thought it was amusing. the girl wandering off makes her realize that everyone is heading towards the front of the room, the giant countdown clock ticking down the seconds until the new year. not low enough for the room to start shouting numbers yet, but close. and then Peter says that ]
Dude, you can't say that out loud, you're going to jinx it. Maybe the monsters are having their own fiesta, and they won't have time to ruin our fun. [ she snaps with her free hand, then takes another big sip of her drink ] That's what I'm going with.
[ she's giving him another big grin before she's interrupted by the shouts of people counting down, and it's- it's interesting. peter's like, right there already, she's standing close because it's easier to talk over the music that way, but she's suddenly feeling kind of antsy about it. like he's too far away now? she knows it doesn't make sense.
8, 7, 6, 5..
she finishes off her drink, and luckily everyone ( including the waiters wandering around ) is too distracted by the time to rush to refill her glass, so she just moves to put it down on the table behind her. however, she's so damn caught up in- whatever she's feeling that she doesn't even notice that she misses the table, and the glasses shatters with a cute tinkling sound on the floor. whatever. it's fine.
4, 3, 2..
oh, whoa, there's peter. is he lower now? he seems a little lower. but that's actually really okay. it's perfect. he's exactly where he needs to be. ..whatever that means.
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oh, okay.
gwen doesn't have a lot of experience in this department, technically speaking, but it clicks into place all at once, what exactly it is she needs to be doing right now, why she feels so jittery and why she needs peter to be right there. and it's tough because peter's got his mask on and she knows he needs to keep it on as long as he's wearing the suit, but he's right there and if she's wrong he can stop her but she's really, very sure she's not wrong about what needs to happen right now. which is why she feels perfectly comfortable reaching up to peel his mask down ( up, depending on how you think about it ), just enough so she can kiss him.
and you'd think it might be weird or tricky, kissing someone that's upside down, but it's not actually. she doesn't seem too concerned about it, anyway. the logistics. she just knows she needs to keep kissing him, that's all. even her spider-sense is just a dull thrum in the back of her mind ( probably all the violence that struck around the same time as her urge to kiss him ) compared to the frantic need for a good make-out sesh with her friend. this is probably normal. ]
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His spider senses don't alert him to the glass, because it's not like he gets a memo for everything that breaks — but as it smashes, he looks to it with a huff.]
Okay, you're totally lying about the... uh... the...
[Whoa. Whoa?! Wait, she's peeling his mask down. There's a kneejerk panic at being seen without it, and if he could bring himself to speak up, he'd — well, he'd make sure to set her straight on what a no-no that is. But she doesn't take off the mask. She just reveals a pair of slightly parted lips that belong to a clearly confused spider-guy. But by the time her lips are meeting his, it kind of just... washes away. This is nice. Really, really nice. What was he going on about in his head a minute ago? He couldn't tell ya.
What he does instead is bow his neck back a little so it's easier to kiss her.
Which. That's what he wants? And he knows he still is pining for MJ, and that he hadn't really looked at Gwen like that even if she's pretty, and he's really not here for this kind of thing — but he would love to keep kissing her, y'know? It feels better than anything he's done the last two months. Maybe longer than that. It's like he's been waiting for it. That kind of touch, where you feel like you're not quite alone, and everything's okay?
Oh, his mind is buzzing.
(This isn't... a good... idea...)
(Yeah it is.
Under the same interesting effects, Peter forgets everything else for a moment; he reaches to cradle the back of her head, gloved fingers lacing into her hair, and helps keep them connected as he presses his lips back into hers and closes his eyes behind the mask. (This isn't good.) Yes it is. (It's the town doing it.) Who cares? (This is gonna make things really awkward later!) It sure will, but oh well.
Everyone around them shouts and cheers in their own little worlds, as he's in his with her, and it's frankly a relief. He pulls his lips back from hers, now shiny, and seems unsure of what to even say.]
Um.
Happy new year?
[This is your suave choice in kissing partner, Gwen.
Whether you wanted it or totally absolutely not.]
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but kissing peter parker is so awesome.
( no, it's not )
oh, it definitely is. she's sure it is. he's a great kisser, and his lips are just really kissable, how did she not notice that until just now? this is great. god, she didn't realize she actually missed kissing someone, but she totally has. wow. she'll have to unpack that later.
( there's going to be a LOT to unpack later, idiot )
shhh.
peter breaks the kiss but gwen's still up on her toes a bit, not totally willing to move away just yet. it's not suave, but it's sweet, and gwen ends up smiling ]
Yeah. You, too. [ a beat. did she want it? that was an interesting question. something she still isn't totally in the right mind to figure out just yet ] We should go somewhere.
[ we should go somewhatnow? this place is really loud all of a sudden, okay, and she's not done with this whole kissing peter thing. that's a thing she wants to do more of. but not here, and not with peter's nose smushed under the mask where it's bunched up, and with people yelling and her spider-sense freaking out like a mild headache. ugh. so many inconveniences. like the two guys who just crashed into the table she tried to put her glass on before. can they not? she's still got her eyes on peter ( ok, his mouth, just his mouth ) when she reaches a hand out to shoot two, three webs in their direction. no finesse, but now they're just squirming around instead of actively trying to hurt each other. see? she can still be a good superhero even while wanting to make out with somebody. she's totally got this. ]
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Yeah! [He doesn't even look as he also webs someone to a wall. What? They had a machete. They could really poke their own eye out, and that'd ruin the moment. Also, their eyesight. Which even in his foggy brain is a big concern.] I mean yes. Yes, let's get outta here.
[It's been a long while since he's 'gone somewhere' with someone else in some romantic way. But that's not important to dwell on. He clasps her hands and looks at the door. He licks his lips, backing up a little in his head.] I mean, if you want to, I'd like to. Too. Kinda noisy in here.
[(WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER.)
Her hand in his, Spider-Kisser starts leading them out and to the door, casually webbing and tripping and side-stepping the more violent hoards of people in here. Maybe they should hang out on the roof; nice and quiet up on the roof; but it's just kissing, right? Totally just make-outs. Nothing else! Right? Right. This isn't weird, not weird at all. Not even an inkling of it being off crosses his mind.
How annoying, he'll think, way later.
It wouldn't be his first time he's coasting under a villainous influence, but this is just downright mean of Deerington.]
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[ she brightens when he says he wants to leave too, because yes, awesome. there's too many loud people in here. who keep like, coming after them. which is absolutely unacceptable - spider-kisser is her kissing buddy, they need to accept that and back off. but they're holding hands now, sooo, she's pretty sure the message is clear. she doesn't seemed really worried about it anyway. their hands might even be swinging a little bit between them as they web people who happen to fight too close to them, or worse, actually try to attack them directly. rude, much? most people just get webbed, but those people get kicked and webbed. it's much worse.
when she gets shoved from the side she almost immediately turns to web them up too, but it sent her stumbling into peter, who still has a very kissable mouth, and she's totally distracted all over again. like an idiot.
they're so damn close to the door it's actually kind of comical, but gwen is taking it upon herself to pause their forward momentum, for just a second, to reach up to hook her finger in the collar of his costume and pull him in for another kiss.
just a little one, though.
well, it starts that way.
she at least starts to step backwards, towards the door, even while she keeps kissing him.
there isn't a strong enough word for the amount of embarrassing guilt she's going to feel in about seven seconds, but for now she's riding the high of this, too. she feels good. she's felt good all night, but now it's better because she's sharing it with somebody that means a lot to her.
her back finally bumps into something and she pauses, smiling into the kiss and catching his lip between her teeth before she rests back against the door just to look up at him for a moment. and to shoot someone nearby in the face with a web. but honestly, above all the other crap going on around them, whatever that's about, she kind of likes the feeling of being between peter parker and the solid surface of the door behind her. in a totally dirty way, she won't lie. sorry, between peter parker in spandex and the solid surface of the door behind her. yeah. important distinction.
but eventually she gets moving again, uses her butt to open it behind her, pulling him along with her with a laugh ]
yup that's it that's the second part
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He nearly whines in complaint when she butts the door open too literally, lurching forward into the cold air outside—]
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He's not even. Sure. What to say. What should he say? Oh, god.
Um.
Uh— He opens his mouth? Tries words? No words, okay, nevermind, no words. Improvise. What does Spider-Man do when he has no words? Is that even a thing that happens?
Gwen, say something. You first. C'mon.]
... Oh.
[Oh.
Oh, shit.]
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what just happened? how could she let that happen?
it's around now that she realizes she's still holding peter's hand, he gives her an oh and she slowly slips her fingers out from his. she just looks shocked, still. until- she's not. she blinks a couple times, full-on stammering- ]
I, um- That- Wuh-
[ shit, since when can't she find words? it's the mental whiplash, that's all, it's going from the giddy excitement of- a PARTY, right, the party, to this. to hearing screams and yelling when a second ago she really didn't hear anything at all, too caught up in her own head and peter's mmmnothing let's not think about that.
her hand moves again, but it's not to take his back- she's touching the mask, just kind of pawing at it while she stares at him because she still can't piece together when their conversation led to full on making out. it feels like it just- happened. how? not that she hated it-
oh god, gwen, focus. ]
Your mask, Pete. [ nobody's out here with them yet, but when her eyes move past him to see what's going on back in that room, that distracted pawing turns into a full hey, hey, hey pat on his hand, his arm, then his shoulder while she moves by him ]
--ohmygod- [ she's going to give herself physical whiplash, with the way she keeps looking between peter and the room they just left. but she's honestly torn - she needs to fix this, whatever just happened with peter they need to talk about it and figure out what the hell happened and fix it because that- wasn't- they should not have- but there's people screaming in rage in the ballroom so ] We- Later. Later? [ she's touching her wrists to turn on her webshooters, walking backwards because she needs to talk to him, right, she can't just run back in there without saying something ] I mean, not [ here's a vague gesture back and forth between the two of them ] -not that again later. I meant talk later. [ wow ] Thrilling heroics now, talk later. Right.
[ her expression definitely shifts into yes, i'm aware i sound like an idiot, let's just pretend i don't, please? real fast before she turns back around, running back into the fray. and of course, the intention was to team up with spider-man and help keep all those people in there safe from each other. however! she runs in there and she gets hit with the worst level of kill-kill-kill this place can throw at her, and she starts off without looking back. so.
that's cool. ]
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That was fucked up, Deerington.
He's going to do his best not to focus on what just happened and get everyone roped up and out of harm's way. In a way, it's almost a good thing that people are going bonkers, since it gives them something to do! Right? Right? Okay no, it's not good, it's a mess, this is a mess. Time to swing, swing, thwip, no quips actively available; heroics now, talk later. Much later, after he melts into the earth to die a horrible, embarrassed death.
As Gwen vanishes into the fray and his lower lip aches and his spider senses warn him of a flying hammer, he can only think—]
Hello, 2019.