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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-10 10:15 am
hibana_incursa) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-10 10:15 am
Apple - early morning day 22 - closed for now. Other starters coming later.
Who: Gwen and Peter, Gwen and others later
What: Gwen has returned! From where? No stinkin’ clue
Where: Gwen and Peters sleeper cabin
When: Early morning day 22
Warnings: It’s gonna get super cute plus swearing.
[Closed to Peter]
Waking up in a suitcase was weird. Waking up because said suitcase fell off the shelf it was on? It was also weird. And painful. And the suitcase is in pieces because a certain Spider fought her way out. It left her with a million questions, all of which she was sure the conductor could answer but as she made her way to the front car to demand he start talking, she stops outside her own cabin and listens.
It was mostly empty. Mostly. But the breathing inside and the soft snoring she knew and the second she heard it, she realized she’d been afraid he wasn’t going to be here. But he was. Her boyfriend was on the other side of the door and Gwen is quick to get inside, swiping her card and kicking off her boots and silently jumping up to the ceiling. Upside down, one hand and both feet flat on the surface, Gwen watches Peter for a second before reaching over to touch his shoulder.
“Peter. Peter, hey.”
Another gentle shake, not quite as soft as she’d done before. She wants him to know before anyone else that she was back. That seemed to matter the most.
[Hey, Asshole! - OTA - Mid Afternoon - Confronting the Conductor and getting hurt.]
Gwen had gotten a few hours of rest with Peter. She was usually a lot better about being on time to her shifts, but so far only Peter knew. And that meant that probably Mr Stark knew. Peter was practically his kid, so why wouldn't he have told Mr Stark that Gwen was back? But the point is, Gwen hadn't reported to the kitchen for breakfast, and she sure didn't show up for lunch. Instead, she headed right through the train to the first car, staring at the impossible barrier that separated the rest of the train from the asshole driving it.
Somehow, this just makes Gwen angrier. She'd had words ready, all of her words in a good speech that demanded answers and took no bullshit. But there was this weird barrier, and Gwen's small fist balled up and before she knew it, she'd punched the barrier.
She was no weak little one, no. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and she'd punched that barrier with the fullest extent of her Spider-Strength and came up...
with nothing. Oh, sure, it made an awesome and resonant BANG when she punched it. But there was nothing to show for it. Not even a dent had been made in the stupid barrier, but her hand sure hurt like fuck.
The knuckles were bloody, there was swelling and bruises lower than that.
Oh, she could tell already that she broke something. That's not going to stop the angry, foul-mouthed and very unladylike string of swearing that Gwen can probably be heard launching at that stupid barrier.
She's not really trying to keep that quiet, nor is she trying to pay much attention to her bleeding knuckles and broken fingers, either.
Little help?
[ The stomach is making demands that Gwen can't afford to ignore.]
She can't ignore the loud rumbling in her stomach some time later, so Gwen, with her hand now wrapped and bandaged despite her protests that her hand will be FINE OH MY GOD YOU'RE WASTING RESOURCES! makes it to the kitchen and is very dismayed to see it's the same egg-based dinner. She has half a mind to tell the conductor to shove all eggs up his...
Anyway.
She's looking for food and checking on her sourdough starter. It'd only been a couple days, so it should be okay, right?
Adding another cup of flour and cup of water and giving the thing a gentle stir, she turns when she hears someone walk into the kitchen. Is it a new face? Because there were several of those. Was it someone she knew? Because that'd be amazing, too.
She's going to set about with hard-boiling some eggs while she waits to see who came in.
What: Gwen has returned! From where? No stinkin’ clue
Where: Gwen and Peters sleeper cabin
When: Early morning day 22
Warnings: It’s gonna get super cute plus swearing.
[Closed to Peter]
Waking up in a suitcase was weird. Waking up because said suitcase fell off the shelf it was on? It was also weird. And painful. And the suitcase is in pieces because a certain Spider fought her way out. It left her with a million questions, all of which she was sure the conductor could answer but as she made her way to the front car to demand he start talking, she stops outside her own cabin and listens.
It was mostly empty. Mostly. But the breathing inside and the soft snoring she knew and the second she heard it, she realized she’d been afraid he wasn’t going to be here. But he was. Her boyfriend was on the other side of the door and Gwen is quick to get inside, swiping her card and kicking off her boots and silently jumping up to the ceiling. Upside down, one hand and both feet flat on the surface, Gwen watches Peter for a second before reaching over to touch his shoulder.
“Peter. Peter, hey.”
Another gentle shake, not quite as soft as she’d done before. She wants him to know before anyone else that she was back. That seemed to matter the most.
[Hey, Asshole! - OTA - Mid Afternoon - Confronting the Conductor and getting hurt.]
Gwen had gotten a few hours of rest with Peter. She was usually a lot better about being on time to her shifts, but so far only Peter knew. And that meant that probably Mr Stark knew. Peter was practically his kid, so why wouldn't he have told Mr Stark that Gwen was back? But the point is, Gwen hadn't reported to the kitchen for breakfast, and she sure didn't show up for lunch. Instead, she headed right through the train to the first car, staring at the impossible barrier that separated the rest of the train from the asshole driving it.
Somehow, this just makes Gwen angrier. She'd had words ready, all of her words in a good speech that demanded answers and took no bullshit. But there was this weird barrier, and Gwen's small fist balled up and before she knew it, she'd punched the barrier.
She was no weak little one, no. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and she'd punched that barrier with the fullest extent of her Spider-Strength and came up...
with nothing. Oh, sure, it made an awesome and resonant BANG when she punched it. But there was nothing to show for it. Not even a dent had been made in the stupid barrier, but her hand sure hurt like fuck.
The knuckles were bloody, there was swelling and bruises lower than that.
Oh, she could tell already that she broke something. That's not going to stop the angry, foul-mouthed and very unladylike string of swearing that Gwen can probably be heard launching at that stupid barrier.
She's not really trying to keep that quiet, nor is she trying to pay much attention to her bleeding knuckles and broken fingers, either.
Little help?
[ The stomach is making demands that Gwen can't afford to ignore.]
She can't ignore the loud rumbling in her stomach some time later, so Gwen, with her hand now wrapped and bandaged despite her protests that her hand will be FINE OH MY GOD YOU'RE WASTING RESOURCES! makes it to the kitchen and is very dismayed to see it's the same egg-based dinner. She has half a mind to tell the conductor to shove all eggs up his...
Anyway.
She's looking for food and checking on her sourdough starter. It'd only been a couple days, so it should be okay, right?
Adding another cup of flour and cup of water and giving the thing a gentle stir, she turns when she hears someone walk into the kitchen. Is it a new face? Because there were several of those. Was it someone she knew? Because that'd be amazing, too.
She's going to set about with hard-boiling some eggs while she waits to see who came in.
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She's trolling, here. Renee has never even met her world's version of Tony Stark, she only knows what she's seen on TV. Which isn't that much, either. So yeah, so far, this Stark is the cooler version. But his head is also big enough as it is.
"But yeah I did. Show up after. And apparently punched the train too. I'd shake hands, but...yeah, no. Probably not the best idea in the world at this point. But I can help you clean up the blood. I've got brothers. I think I can clean up anything, after that..."