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voidtreckerexpress2021-04-19 12:47 am
hashtagparkerluck) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-04-19 12:47 am
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Peter Parker around the train doing things
Who: Peter Parker &&& YOU!
Where: Various.
When: Kazoo, various.
What: Peter is just hanging around places and not sleeping. Why would he do that?
Warnings: Will warn via starter but past childhood trauma is probably the main one.
{ a. Lab time. Day 23 - mid afternoon }
Peter's in the lab working on his web fluid. There will be another mission next month, so he's gotta make sure his webs are good to go plus extra. He's carefully mixing the fluids and stirs until concoction sort of congeals and looks far more like his webs. Perfect.
He's left the door open so anyone is free to wander in while he works. They'll see him possibly making more fluid or transferring the mixture to tubes that attach to his web shooters. He's concentrating so hard he's sticking his tongue out slightly while gently biting it. He's not paying too much attention to much else so try not to startle him.
{ b. Lab time with Mr Stark. - Day 24 - Evening. - Closed to Tony }
Today, Peter's back in the lab but this time, instead of his webs he's working on the webshooters themselves. He'd noticed a slight delay in their response when he was testing the fluid earlier and so he's back in his stool, a screw driver in hand and looking at the inner workings of his webshooters to see what might be be causing with issue. The look okay to him-nothing is obviously broken. Maybe one of the tiny blades that sheers the fluid is damaged?
He looks around the lab briefly in search of a magnifying glass or something and then startles himself out of his chair when he notices he's got company. He crashes to the floor, taking the stool with him and then hops back up again.
"Mr Stark!" He squeaks more than he'd really meant to. "What are you doing-uh I mean-uh-hey. what's up?"
{ c. Club Insomnia Meeting. CW. Childhood trauma, potential mentions of death, guilt and poor coping mechanisms. | Day 25 - late night }
Peter Parker and Sleep are not great friends. It's fairly well known fact to those that he considers himself close to and anyone else that happens to be a member of club insomnia and Peter's been a platinum card carrying member since he was eleven. He hasn't even tried to sleep tonight but he gets the feeling it'd be useless to try anyway. And if he's gonna be awake he might as well do something productive. Like maybe something in the lab? There's plenty for him to do-plenty of notes to make, plenty projects for him to consider. Why sleep when you can be productive? The Train will make him sleep later anyway.
He stops by the diner car as he usually does and makes a pot of coffee, sitting down on the bench to play his DS while he waits for it to brew. He's sure that someone will wander in soon enough as this is a pretty popular hangout for those with chronic insomnia. This and the game car. Peter might head that way later but right now, there's more things he wants to do in the lab.
Where: Various.
When: Kazoo, various.
What: Peter is just hanging around places and not sleeping. Why would he do that?
Warnings: Will warn via starter but past childhood trauma is probably the main one.
{ a. Lab time. Day 23 - mid afternoon }
Peter's in the lab working on his web fluid. There will be another mission next month, so he's gotta make sure his webs are good to go plus extra. He's carefully mixing the fluids and stirs until concoction sort of congeals and looks far more like his webs. Perfect.
He's left the door open so anyone is free to wander in while he works. They'll see him possibly making more fluid or transferring the mixture to tubes that attach to his web shooters. He's concentrating so hard he's sticking his tongue out slightly while gently biting it. He's not paying too much attention to much else so try not to startle him.
{ b. Lab time with Mr Stark. - Day 24 - Evening. - Closed to Tony }
Today, Peter's back in the lab but this time, instead of his webs he's working on the webshooters themselves. He'd noticed a slight delay in their response when he was testing the fluid earlier and so he's back in his stool, a screw driver in hand and looking at the inner workings of his webshooters to see what might be be causing with issue. The look okay to him-nothing is obviously broken. Maybe one of the tiny blades that sheers the fluid is damaged?
He looks around the lab briefly in search of a magnifying glass or something and then startles himself out of his chair when he notices he's got company. He crashes to the floor, taking the stool with him and then hops back up again.
"Mr Stark!" He squeaks more than he'd really meant to. "What are you doing-uh I mean-uh-hey. what's up?"
{ c. Club Insomnia Meeting. CW. Childhood trauma, potential mentions of death, guilt and poor coping mechanisms. | Day 25 - late night }
Peter Parker and Sleep are not great friends. It's fairly well known fact to those that he considers himself close to and anyone else that happens to be a member of club insomnia and Peter's been a platinum card carrying member since he was eleven. He hasn't even tried to sleep tonight but he gets the feeling it'd be useless to try anyway. And if he's gonna be awake he might as well do something productive. Like maybe something in the lab? There's plenty for him to do-plenty of notes to make, plenty projects for him to consider. Why sleep when you can be productive? The Train will make him sleep later anyway.
He stops by the diner car as he usually does and makes a pot of coffee, sitting down on the bench to play his DS while he waits for it to brew. He's sure that someone will wander in soon enough as this is a pretty popular hangout for those with chronic insomnia. This and the game car. Peter might head that way later but right now, there's more things he wants to do in the lab.
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"Can't say I'm familiar," Ghost says. It sounds specialty, but - "You formulate things yourself?" His curiosity is attracted, now, and he settles onto the bench next to Peter in kind of a flop. Science nerds will not be tamed.