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Who: Peter and OTA
Where: Varies
When: Apple Day 19 - 23
What: Peter ~~moping~~ wandering about the train, doing spider-kid stuff.
Warnings: Language?? Warnings will be added as needed.

{ Dining Car - Mornings }

Peter misses breakfast prep as he'd done the other week but he'll be around for lunch and dinner. In the mornings he makes his way into the dinning car for breakfast by late morning. He's a mess-his hair is uncombed, he's still in his pajamas and not bothering to wear socks or shoes. He puts entirely too much sugar in his coffee but the train still doesn't have energy drinks and he's gotta wake up somehow so a whole lot of sugar-coated caffeine it is.

He lets out long yawn and rubs at his face before taking a drink of of his coffee flavored sugar and then lays his head on the table, in a matter of minutes he's dozing lightly. Feel free to wake him.

{ Dining Car - Afternoon }

Peter's got a deck of cards to keep him entertained while they're on the train for who knows how long again. He gets bored easily so as a way to pass the time he's just sitting up in the dining car playing solitaire. He frowns at some of the face cards because they're not your typical King, Queen and Jack. He might be reading too much into it, but do these cards provide some kind of clue as to who put them on this train.

"Boiler man..." He turns the card over. Is there another part of the train they haven't gotten to? These cards suggest there's a driver and a conductor and here they were all thinking they were one and the same. "...Where would be boiler be? Near the engine?"

{ Dressing Car - Afternoon after lunch }

Having eaten plenty for lunch, Peter can be found in the dressing car in hammock made out of his webfluid. Not the best use of his webshooters when he's only got so much fluid left but he missed his hammocks. He's up in a corner of the ceiling, one leg hanging off the side as he reads a book. It's a lot better than he'd expected it to be but then again, maybe he should judge books just because some weird train store gave it to him as a random book.

{ Tony's Work Space - Later afternoon (Might Feature Tony Stark himself!) }

After a nice nap in his web hammock, Peter's made his way to the car Tony's taken over. He's not allowed in the work space without Tony being present-not since the incident back home so Tony himself is somewhere in the room while Peter tried to work on a new web fluid.

He's got his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrates on mixing chemicals together. So far, all he's managed to make is a mess. There's a few splotches on his side of something that looks like it might be wet toilet paper on the counter and a vial has been knocked over but it was empty so it's fine.

He adds a couple of drops to his concoction only to have it change colors. He frowns. "Well that's not gonna work." He dumps it out in the sink and then scribbles in his notebook where he has 'Web Fluid 4.0' written at the top.

{ Cabin 1A - Early, Early in the morning on the 21st day | CW: Claustrophobia, Mentions of Skip Westcott and past abuse but nothing graphic }

Peter's hit what he refers to as a 'crash day' which means pretty much right after dinner he crawled into his bunk and crashed. It's the first crash day he's really had since they started this journey so he's happy to just let sleep happen.

That is, until a familiar nightmare hits. He's back under that warehouse, facing Toomes again with those wings crashing into the support pillars and the whole thing comes crashing down on top of him. He can't move. He can't breathe-he struggles against the cement blocks pinning him into place but they feel heavier than he remembers.

He calls out for help-someone's gotta be nearby, right? Someone will come help. He tries again, still struggling to try and get free. He hears someone approaching and lets out sigh of relief.

'What did I tell you about shouting like that, Einstein?'

The nightmare doesn't go any further as his eyes snap open and he takes a large gasp of air. Where-he takes in several breaths, just glancing around the cabin.

"Oh god..." He mutters to himself as he starts to realise it was just a nightmare. "Oh god..." He rubs his watering eyes with his hand. "Shit..."

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She's not sure if she's disappointed or impressed that his webs come from equipment rather than innate freakishness, but she pats the web approvingly once more and then backs off to start slinging thread into a larger hammock beside and under his. His gets some extra supports, because wow, it was rocking pretty badly there. Of course, this is all done with a faint air of superiority.

She'd avoided making a web home anywhere but her bunk so far, unsure how the train would take it, but if he could do it..!

Hmm, this is gonna take a while if it's going to be a permanent second home.

He sits up a little to watch what she's doing, book in hand-though he's certainly lost his place. He raises an eyebrow and watches her spin her webs. He catches that air of superiority and just rolls his eyes.

"Of course yours are better-yours is the real thing. Mine's a cheap imitation-and I mean cheap 'cause I made it and I don't have a whole lot in the way of money. Well, I did kinda steal all the supplies from the chemistry lab so maybe not actually that cheap." Not that a giant Spider would understand being poor.

"Also, yours probably don't dissolve so like-try not to block off the whole dressing car? Some people might need to get to the luggage car." He says calmly before leaning back in his hammock and trying to find where he'd left off. Then he gets an idea though-she probably can't read books on her own and so far this one's actually been really good.

He flips back to page one and starts reading out loud.

Good idea. She leaves a big gap for people to pass through on their way to luggage, but mysteriously the gap is only about six foot high? What a shame if you were taller than six foot. Seven foot, say. That would suck. Oh, is the arch super sticky? Man, what if you got your pretty hair stuck and had to shave it all off--

Whoops, got a little malicious there. Tone it down, girl.

Oh, hey, he started reading. Is that a novel? She finishes the basic structure and 'floor' quickly, and jumps up to sit in her hammock and keep weaving while he reads. After a page or so, she remembers something, and pulls a freshly-melted marshmallow from her Tony-supplied stash for him. Rent, this is rent!

She works fast. Peter notes, glancing up from the book to see the web... fort? Hopefully he doesn't manage to get stuck in it again. He turns his attention back to reading aloud until the Spider is trying to give him something.

"Oh-is that a marshmallow?" Where did she pull it from. Should he be concerned? It looks safe enough. He takes it carefully before slowly tasting it. Tastes fine-he'll eat the whole thing and then pull his bag of candy out of his pocket.

"Here." He offers one of his sour gummies.

She receives the gummy with suitable gravitas, takes a small bite to savour it, then prods at the book. Keep reading, she doesn't care if you talk with your mouth full! Like a large family dog in a feelgood anime, she flops down again next to him and waits to hear more about the two girls in the story.

(Ugh, this gummy is wonderful. She needs more points so she can get some of her own.)

Peter doesn't really want to share his candy but he's got enough points to get more so even if he doesn't particularly want to, will because it's the nice thing to do so he moves his bag over so she can reach it before taking a gummie for himself and then turning back to the book.

Now... where was he? Page three... Uh...

"The sky had changed to a vibrant orange as the three suns seemed to settle in the distance and the single moon their planet had been allowed took the stage high up in the sky. Kresa sat with her arms tucked around her legs as she and Valal continued to watch the sunset. It was truly a site to behold, Kresa thought as she scooted a little closer Valal..."