( OPEN ) FEBRUARY CATCH-ALL

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Who: peter parker & carmilla karnstein & hopefully you!!!
When: the month of february (i am a little early)
Where: all over!
What: just a catch all for my two running through the month! check inside for open prompts.
Warnings: carmilla can think about some dark stuff on occasion but nothing planned at the moment. warnings will be in toplevel comments if they come up!




PETER PARKER.
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CARMILLA KARNSTEIN.
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peter parker. tasm.

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OPEN PROMPTS. (FEB)

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AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD.

( A. Peter does spend a good part of his time around his house. it's not that it's familiar or it feels like home, but it's at least a little more removed from town proper. there's a good bit of overly friendly neighbors, but Peter finds those easier to wrap his head around than the obvious dated fixtures and finishes of town.

most of the time, he's motoring around on his skateboard. it feels like years since he properly just rode. tried out tricks just because. did it because it was fun and he liked it, not as means to an end or to get around. honestly back in New York he's more likely to websling around than skateboard anymore, so it feels like a nice return to form.

sadly, though, this return to form is paired with the same amount of slips, fumbles, and catastrophes. his senses might be back but he can't move quite as fast so they don't help him much and he still eats concrete a good part of the time. maybe you caught him straight after a complete wipeout, and he's mildly dazed on the sidewalk and his board spiraling a good few feet away. ) I'm good, ( he informs, though you can practically see the birds spinning around his head. maybe he's not so good.

B. which is not to say he is crashing every attempt. he's determined enough to regain his old skill that he'll eat any injury and bruises to keep on trying. eventually, he'll land his kickflip or grind and his enthusiasm is palapble. he wavers in his balance for a few seconds that seem entirely too long, before he shoots both arms above his head with an excited hoot. ) You see that? Yes!

WORKING HARD.

( A. it took some doing (and some unpaid intern work), but Peter has managed to score a job at the Santa Rosita Report and thusly, is occasionally out aiming a vintage camera at something. usually it's fluff stuff, like new puppies up for adoption or the local diner had a pie eating contest. he's trying to aim the camera and realizes he's being stared at, and pauses. )

Oh. Sorry. I work for the paper. Do you mind? ( he can point it slightly to the left if you do. no big deal.

B. or, perhaps, he's been sent for a purpose. new family to Santa Rosita, or someone doing exemplary at their new job. either way, he's Awkwardly here to Take Your Picture. ) Uh, any spot in particular? ( Peter asks, fussing with the tie he's expected to wear on the clock. it does not take skill in reading people to note he is uncomfortable in it. )

HARDLY WORKING.

( A. of course, Peter has downtime too. most of the time, you can catch him at the library, reading... well, all sorts of things. the only thing in specific is that it all seems to be nonfiction. he manages to look enthralled with dense and dated manuals about mechanics and engineering, even stopping to make chicken scratch notes on occasion.

and yeah you can catch him reading a physics text book on purpose. maybe not for fun, but, clearly for a determined purpose.

perhaps you're sitting next to him and brush something a little too far off the table with your elbow, or maybe it's someone else that does the knocking. the result is the same, Peter seamlessly catches the book before it can clatter loudly to the floor. )

Ah... phew. Good catch, huh? ( don't worry, he's whispering. he knows it's a library.

B. Peter is a curious kid, so of course he snoops around town, too. usually distant, far out and remote places. should he be spooking around the quarry? probably not. frowning distantly at the lake like the wheels in that dumb head are turning? ehhh maybe that one's fine. the old growth? hmm should he really be heading in there on his own? spooking around at a comfortable distance of the police perimeter at the tunnel? probably doesn't belong there.

and it's only the more obvious when the second someone approaches, Peter stiffens like a board and turns in their direction, hands up like he's at gunpoint. ) Whoa, uh — hey. Nice day for a walk, right? ( because that's what he's doing. just... walking around. not a big deal. it's totally innocent. not that anybody asked. )

( prompt: working hard, b. )

[inpersonation]

Anywhere is fine with me! [ she beams at him, doing her best to look cheerful and upbeat about this whole arrangement. ] I don't mind at all.

[ spoilers: noelle minds very much. something about the way people have been addressing her skills in math - how precious! she knows her numbers! a girl who knows her math and is clearly the best in her class? so soon? how amazing! - is irritating her and it'll keep irritating her until this little photoshoot is over.

but she keeps her smile pleasant and sweet, doing her best to keep her discontent from being too obvious. even with the terribly condescending teacher right behind her - new to her class and already she scored perfect in her assignments, her homework, and her quizzes! did you know blossom came to school on the day a quiz was being done? aced that perfectly! this little lady knows her way around equations.

... it is so trying, doing her best to not lose her cool. ]

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( yeah, Peter can hear the oh-so-proud teacher behind them, going on and on how it's remarkable to see a girl with such studious habits, treating the concept of a female intelligence like something quaint and charming, almost unbelievable.

it bothers Peter too. the smartest person he knew was a girl, and she'd also squirmed under the expectation she wasn't as smart as her male cohorts. he frowns under the tie that's a little too tight and the conversation behind them that's a little too sexist. )

Maybe the hallway? Do you have any student work posted out there? ( he glances back at the teacher, who doesn't even seem to be listening. too busy yawning on, and on, about how unusual it was for girls to show academic strength like boys did, and that was about enough. woof. those two weren't listening so Peter nods toward the hall. ) Or the library, maybe.

( aka, not in this room anymore. )

[inpersonation]

[ oh holy fuck is this an opening to get out of this sexist shit? yes please-

she straightens up at the suggestion of finding a new venue/ditching the asshole, enthusiastically nodding in agreement without trying to look too eager to the teacher. ]

Of course! I would hate to make your work harder than it is. [ she faintly recalls rea's interest in photography, when she brought it up now and then. noelle has a good idea that photography can be a finicky and tricky thing so she is speaking with a measure of sincerity here. ] If it'll be better for your photography that we find a better location, let's do it!

In fact- [ she turns to the teacher, beaming up innocently and sweetly as possible. ] Teacher! Why don't you let us go ahead and scout for the best shooting locations? You work so hard as is as and you deserve to take a break. We'll call for you when we find the perfect spot. Promise!

[ and though noelle needs to endure more condescending praise from the ass for the 'thoughtful and sweet gesture', it allows her and the photographer to leave the room by themselves. thank the fucking lord- she needs to bite down her tongue to keep an expletive of relief firmly in her mouth, needing to remind herself that she's blossom here, not noelle.

she turns to the photographer with that in mind and sports a sheepish smile on her face. ] I'm so sorry that that happened! I-I guess they were so enthusiastic about this being in the papers that they got carried away, mister.

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( it's true, taking pictures in 1961 is a little more difficult than whipping out a smartphone with smart filters and automatic flash. still, Peter is uniquely prepared for his position, considering he was tooling around with a vintage camera on purpose in the year of our lord 2013. he's that kind of nerd, so being presented with another camera of the same era hasn't left too much of a learning curve.

which does not mean he will not take any excuse to get out of this room. it's suffocating, and he's not even the subject of the article.

without the obvious eyes of his boss, Peter does loosen his tie a little bit more. while he does wear what the dress code expects, getting used to ties is difficult. he's only ever worn ties to funerals, which makes the distaste for them even greater. ) Peter's fine. Mister makes me feel about 80 years old. ( and he doesn't think he's... that much older than her, though, honestly he can't totally tell. ) You gotta deal with that all day, huh? My sympathies. ( he couldn't handle it for even fifteen minutes. )

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[ so his name is peter- gotcha.

at his question, noelle has to hold back an exasperated groan at being reminded of what they had just gotten away from. instead, she makes sure to give him him a patiently and clearly long-suffering look that's accompanied by a gentle smile, giving the appearance of a girl who seems used to this sort of bullshit. ]

I’m not surprised. With how... Hm? What's the word? [ ass-backwards is the best way to describe it. not that blossom will say that to someone, though. that'll be way too crass. ] With how this is in the far past, I expected these sorts of attitudes.

I mean-! [ and this is where she puts on a brave face here, trying to look like she's making herself visibly perk back up for both their sake. ] 1961 is a far cry from 2072.

hardly working! (the tunnel)

[grice]

[ oh— well, peter has himself a guest, one that equally goes rigid with his back erect when the older boy turns to him. everything's . . . a little creepy here, so he hardly knows what to expect until it happens. what gets falco to blink a few times and adjust the woolly red cloth wrapped around the bottom half of his face was the reaction. jumpy.

(not that falco was any better) ]

The chill's nice. [ right? it's wonderfully chilly. the blond is packed to his neck in winter clothes, from jacket to scarf, and— oh, make it to his head, he's got one of those peruvian beanies with the little poms on top. after a pause that he's certain was appropriate enough, he gestures (innocently, mostly) to the tunnel with a mitten before it falls back to his side with a muffled clap. ] Do you know what's in there?

[ his eyes are bright and expecting. maybe it's different from the police response. ]

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( of all things to send alarm bells off in his spider senses. a tiny kid that probably hadn't made it to 6th grade yet. sadly his super senses don't warn him of what is approaching, just that something is — and Peter distinctly gets the impression that he's not supposed to be here, what with the armed police guard and everything. anything approaching could be bad. however, this kid is obviously not a member of law enforcement, so Peter obviously and instantly relaxes a little.

and the fact he's out here also doesn't strike as one of the townie kids, either. Peter is slightly bemused — does that mean someone this young had been taken, too? if so, doesn't he have anyone to look after him? — but shakes it off, for now. )

No. And it sure seems like they don't want us to know, either. ( he stuffs his hands deeper in his pockets and frowns in that direction. it's possibly too obvious, if he were some nefarious villain taking people hostage, he wouldn't broadcast an area of interest with a huge armed presence. but still it's curious and seems to be the only place in Santa Rosita with that kind of open restriction, it's hard not to be curious. ) I wonder if they're here all night, too.

[grice]

[ at night— now that’s a catch. falco knows better in that there should probably be night shifts, as all guards of any kind (including the ones in front of his true home) would switch amongst each other to continue the watch.

none of the townspeople question any of this, either. it puts him at ease that peter was more than possibly the same way he was: trapped.

the boy glances expectantly and from afar at the stout officers, and wonders at the very least if they could get the time in witch they switch if that were the case . . . it’s clear that he’s trying to use his head. ]

. . . Can we wait to see?

[ it might be a long shot, but it wasn’t as if he hasn’t gone a night’s sleep with eyes alert and open. trenches aren’t the ideal place for rest, he’s gotten used to barracks— “peaceful” places like these were a sudden cherry pie. ]

And if they turn out, we can see what time they do. Can’t we?

[ he gestures, subtly as one of the officers begin to stare too hard at his presence. there could be an opening. ]

dw you didn't give me this notif girl and that's really rude

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( can we wait and see? that should be an immediate no, right? if it was just a singular thing, then the answer is most assuredly yes. maybe his "parents" would notice him being gone, maybe they wouldn't. either way Peter is more than willing to freeze himself a little bit for information. they're all pretty short on details and despite the fact it probably wouldn't get him anywhere, it'd feel better to do something over nothing.

Peter shouldn't agree to helping a little kid stay out here though. right? especially when the guards seem to be Noting their Presence in a way he distinctly doesn't like. the fact he's here already does indicate that he's probably going to get into trouble all on his own given the opportunity. maybe it's better he has a companion for his troublemaking.

that said, he's pretty sure the armed lineup is only going to get more riled to have them visibly around, so they're gonna have to compromise. ) I dunno. We should probably head back, huh? ( he even waves his hand in that direction, back towards town, back towards houses, in a clear broadcast to the many eyes on them that they're going. it's only after he's turned around and there's no chance of reading what he's saying that he adds, ) I've got some binoculars. We can climb a tree and watch em' awhile.

( maybe not all night. but long enough to see a pattern? possibly. )

around the neighborhood b

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[Does Takame have any idea what a skateboard is? No. In fact it was just an aimless stroll through the neighborhood that had him catch wind of Peter practicing his tricks on it. But just because Takame didn't know what it was Peter was doing, he could still appreciate a good show of acrobatic skill. Major or minor though it may be.

He was watching the entire time, but he looks a bit different from that time at the Christmas party. At least he sounded the same.]

Very impressive. [Said with an arms crossed nod of approval.]

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( the stunts he can pull are admittedly limited right about now, though perhaps that's because he's comparing himself to himself, but add superhuman powers. Peter is pretty decent at skateboarding, and has plenty of tricks and skills. it's just weird relearning how to do them now that he's not on super powered cruise control. his super senses have returned, but not with the speed or strength or agility he needs to make them particularly helpful. instead he knows he's gonna eat shit shortly before he does, which isn't that helpful.

but he used to practice tricks over and over and over again to master them, and it's just a matter of remembering how that felt. like riding a bicycle, only a lot more time eating the cement. he's still proud of the accomplishment, even though he hadn't necessarily expected anyone to pay attention or congratulate his antics. )

Thanks. ( Peter recognizes the voice but doesn't instantly turn around — he showboats a little more by balancing on one foot at the back of the board, kicking up the front wheels to hover the board in the air, his forward foot barely touching the front. ) I haven't practiced like this in years, so I'm pretty rust— ( it's then he looks and then he notices Takame looks incredibly different. and promptly loses his balance and stumbles off his board, sending it spinning off down the sidewalk. ) Whoa. You look... you look different.

( Peter closes his eyes, realizing that definitely came out ruder than intended. okay, try again. ) Not... not a bad different, just — what happened?

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[Quite a confident lad with all those added tricks to flaunt the talent. Feats of great balance never ceased to interest Takame. Of course when Peter lost said balance after seeing him, well. He wasn't surprised, but that was a new reaction.

He tilted his head as he watched the skateboard drift down the sidewalk and past his feet, moving one of them out so the wheels would catch and the board would come to a full stop.]

'Tis my true appearance. I woke early last month to find myself looking like this again.

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Oh. Okay.

( his true appearance. all right. well... nothing wrong with that, right? Takame is much taller and... uh... cat like, than Peter would have anticipated. frankly he hadn't had any mind that what he looked like before wasn't what he looked like all the time, but maybe he should have guessed. Takame's world certainly sounded different from his own. it's not bad, though, just unexpected. he can handle it.

Peter approaches and toes the board back in his direction, just enough that it's clear to kick up the back and catch the end of it in his fingertips. ) Thanks. ( for catching the skateboard. also, ) The townies haven't been bugging you or anything, have they?

( Peter sounds concerned. it's because he is. Santa Rosita is not the most forgiving of differences and going against the norm. thanks, 1960s mindset... )

around the neighborhood, A

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[All these picturesque houses look too much the same in a way that ensures Sayori spends a lot of time walking down the wrong streets. Still, she doesn't mind a little adventure, and everyone being stuffed into one charming little neighborhood means she's never terribly far from home (if she can even call it that.)

So she's just wandering, as she does, when the distinct commotion of someone completely wiping out across the street catches her attention. She reacts quickly and with some alarm, rushing across the way to approach the boy on the sidewalk.

He says I'm good, but...] Are you sure? That looked like it hurt!

[She bends down to offer him a hand once she's close enough. Only then does she realize that his face is familiar, and her eyes light up with recognition.] Hey, it's you!

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It did. For sure. Ow. ( Peter feels a little cowed by the fact he's this rattled by falling off a skateboard when he's definitely been thrown through brick walls by supervillains before, but without the super endurance even a normal impact leaves his head spinning. he hadn't thought he'd been abnormal long enough to forget what it was really like, but, apparently superpowers do change how you react to injury and pain. who would have thought.

he's at least managed to prop himself up on elbows, glasses akimbo, as Sayori approaches. if this was a cartoon, there would probably be birds floating around his head in lazy circles. ) Thanks, ( he says to the slightly out of focus hand hovering in his face, accepting it before she recognizes him properly. )

Yeah, it's me... Peter, uh, Winchester? ( the recognition is not shared just yet, between his head spinning and his glasses knocked kitty-whompus. but he does fix them once he's made it to his feet, even if his balance seems a little more wobbly than usual. it's then that he connects the orange-blonde bob and sweet face as one he's maybe seen before. ) Wait, you, we... ( Sayori does look familiar, though in a fuzzy way that doesn't make a lot of sense. sort of like his blurry memories of Lorna that were all in the wrong month. ) Snowball fight. It was a snowball fight. Right?

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[She almost asks did you hit your head so hard you forgot your name? before she remembers that his name could be anything according to Santa Rosita. As far as the townspeople are all concerned, she's Sayori Undertale now. So she lets it slide without teasing him, happy just to tug him to his feet and set a hand on his shoulder to steady him once he's up.

She grins and nods with some excitement.] Yeah, snowball fight! We totally got our butts kicked by those kids!

[As planned, of course. Team Big Kids was never meant to be victorious.] I'm glad the fall didn't knock that out of your head, ahaha~

[That's definitely not what would have caused him to forget, if anything did, but she's coping with the dubiousness of this reality through jokes.]

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( honestly, Peter is so bad at remembering who the townies think he's supposed to be, that one bonk on the head might just be enough to entirely forget. Peter Winchester sounds like a stranger. Peter is so attached to his last name that half the time back home he'd ask people to call him Parker, so remembering he's supposed to be a Winchester requires thought, it doesn't come through on instinct. )

Completely. Outnumbered and overrun. I think one of them put a snowball down my shirt.

( he laughs, because even if there's weirdness around the memory — fuzzy and far away, like something he watched on TV rather than something he lived — it's still a good memory. Santa Rosita was the sort of place where he really needed to hold onto the good when he got the chance. )

I'm fine. Definitely. The world is gonna stop spinning any minute now, I bet. ( he shakes his head, a little like a dog that had been out in the rain, as if that was the best cure for a head injury. but he does manage a smile after, to soften what might have been concerning with the assurance he's joking. not really about the world spinning, because it is a little. perhaps just an assurance he's not concerned about that fact. ) I'm just rusty, I guess. Don't worry, falling off is half the fun.

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Nicely done.

[ lorna's never been big into skateboarding herself, but she'd hung around the kids who did it when she was a teenager and no one else in her school wanted to talk to the bipolar mutant girl with no parents. they hadn't talked to her a whole lot either, but they'd let her be and wouldn't dismiss her on the rare occasion she did try to engage them in conversation and that had honestly been better.

she smiles as she approaches peter, having witnessed the trick from a distance and nodding towards him as she comes closer. ] What's it called? What you just did.

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An ollie. I used to be really good at it, but uh... I guess I haven't really practiced in awhile.

( really practiced, as in tried without superpowers pulling his every motion into cruise control. Peter has found that missing all his powers is both a blessing and a curse. he had kinda forgot what being a normal guy was like, even though he's always tried to stay levelheaded about saving the entirety of New York on multiple occasions.

it's both nice to have some of the stress and responsibility and overwhelming expectations relieved... and it's also not nice, when he spends so much time falling off his board because he forgot how hard it was to skate once spider senses kicked in and did all the heavy lifting. )

It wasn't my best, but, landing one again feels good. ( he kicks the back of the board to jut the front of it up, catching it lazily in his fingers. ) Something to do around here is nice, even if I'm eating asphault for most of it. How's things with you?

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It looked pretty impressive to me. [ and she's not just being nice because he was assigned to be her son at one point, he's not the only one who's made a habit of relying on his abilities to perform fun party tricks. she reaches him as he kicks the board into his hand, crossing her arms as she looks him over. it's been a little while since she's seen him and she feels bad for not looking out for him as much as she should have.

(in her defense, she does have a new assigned kid.) ]

They're as okay as being here gets. Our house has a new arrival, a girl named Sayori. What about you?

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It's not the easiest trick, but if you practice it isn't so bad. I just haven't really practiced.

( it used to be something he did all the time. his body had the movements memorized. it was the punctuation point of all sorts of grinds and tricks. and somewhere in the sudden onset of superpowers, his muscle memory seems to have gotten a little faded. it's sad to think about it like that, but it also makes it empowering to finally make the old trick stick. )

Sayori... I think we've met. Both... recently, and not recently. ( Peter grimaces, because it's so hard to explain, but of all people, Lorna would understand. ) I met her like I met you. Only not when I met you. But she seems nice, it's cool she's got you to look after her.

( is that presumptive?? ?? ?? maybe. but Lorna seems like the protective type, and Sayori seems like someone who could really use that. ) I'm okay. I got a job. ( he kicks a pebble along the sidewalk, before adding, ) My not-dad disappeared. Nobody in town seems to remember he ever existed.

OPEN PROMPTS. (MAR)

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CLOSED PROMPTS & WILDCARDS.

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