Pizza and Mild Treason
Roleplaying Log: Pizza and Mild Treason
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

After being down Hammerhead and his goons Jess and Gwen get back to Jess's pizza and have a serious talk.

Other Characters Referenced: Miles Morales
IC Date: February 05, 2019
IC Location: Pizza Bar
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 11 Feb 2019 02:50
Rating & Warnings: PG-13
NPC & GM Credits:
Associated Plots

After the whole take-down of Hammerhead Jessica stayed right in sight and waited for the police to arrive. She flashed a government issue ID, because that idiot was surely wrong about SHIELD's jurisdiction. The cops proceeded to take everyone into custody.

If Gwen faded away or anything Jessica made no mention of her and no attempt to get her to make a statement, and in her statement she referred to a couple of SpiderVigilantes.

Once they are gone though Jess slow walks back towards the Pizza Bar "Man they had best not moved or touched my pizza. You still coming?"

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Gwen had thought it wisest to exercise discretion, and vanish onto a nearby rooftop to make sure nothing else went down. Nothing else did, apparently; or if it did, it didn't wake her up from any of the several brief drifts off into sleep that took her before the aching cold of the bricks her body was resting on became dangerous enough to trigger her spider-sense. Hugging herself, teeth chattering, penetrated to the bone by New York winter cold, Gwen is forced to admit: this can't work. Not the way it is. This misery is intolerable.
But at least there's an offer of pizza to replace some of the fat the cold is stealing from her.
Spider-Woman hops down from her perch at Red Spider's invitation. She's so tired she lands unevenly, right leg buckling a bit, threatening to topple before spider strength reasserts itself and she straightens back up with a little hop. "Yeah. Thanks again for the offer. We haven't met, by the way. I'm Spider-Woman. You are?"

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Jessica is not exhausted and malnourished, her hand shooting out when you land unevenly and buckle steadying you a bit and then the hand is gone. The introduction makes her blink. Then the lady tilts her head to the side. "Well. Spider-Woman actually." there is a look of bemusement, not amusement and she looks Gwen over. "Ok.. sure lets get warm and talk." opening the door to the Pizza bar she gestures you in.

Yelling across the bar, most people have gone home or settled back in with the show and cops done. Also any lingering gawkers did not want to be in Gwen or Jessica's way when Jess came back with company after the street show. "Okay .. Can you " she gestures to the corner booth open and says to the hostess. "Can you bring the cold pizza and my beer from the bar, which should not have been bussed. Get another warm one and…" she looks to Gwen "What do you want to drink?"

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Gwen considers telling Spider-Woman she's already gone over the name thing with SHIELD, but inside jokes just aren't funny, so she keeps it to herself. She strolls into the bar without much worry about how out of place she looksyou don't wear a white, black, and pink body condom if you're shy about attentionand answers gratefully, "Just water would be nice. Room temperature tap water."

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"Okay also some of the hot wings." to the hostess like she is a waitress. Honestly after pulling a Captain America and taking down Hammerhead.. Jess just doesn't care. She heads over to the corner booth and settles in leaning back and watching Gwen. "So Spider-Woman.. I suppose it serves me right for not having merch like those Teen Titan kids. SHIELD Agents just don't have good publicists… like the Avengers. So, thank you for the assist with Hammerhead and those thugs. Are you new in town?"

That is when one water, one warm beer, and the cold pizza arrive transferred from the bar. Hot food will take a few.

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Gwen manages not to chatter her teeth (why is that a harder urge to suppress indoors, when warm, than outside, when cold? is it because you've reached the end and you just want to stop fighting?) as she answers, "Not really. I was raised here, but it's… changed since I was here last." Her accent does sound local, anyway. "What about you?" she asks as she peels her mask up to the bridge of her nose, revealing a white girl's face beneath, no shock there, before taking a long drink of water. The warmth is so welcome.

* * *

"I was born in London then lived in Wundagore. I came here to work for SHIELD." well that is all technically true though Jess leaves out piles of the classified materials in between. "Never heard of another Spider-woman is all." she takes a slice of pizza and nudges it closer to Gwen in the same motion.

"What has changed, you don't strike me as old enough for NYC to have changed a lot unless you left when you were five?" says the lady who looks in her early to mid-twenties. Age is complicated when it comes to Jessica.

* * *

I didn't know about you either," Gwen points out fairly enough. "And… just little things, I guess. Names. That pawn shop is supposed to be a bodega, that tower is supposed to be smaller. Stuff like that."
It's true, as far as it goes. Lies are always better when they're true; that's one of the things you learn when your dad is a cop. It cuts down on tells. Whether that trick combines with her obvious exhaustion to cover her lies to a trained spy is another thing.

* * *

Jess looks thoughtful and works on her slice of cold pizza. Hungry after the fight. "I see." she is a trained superspy it is true. "Supposed to be." second slice, same verse as the first. "So radioactive spider serum or something else?"

* * *

"Radioactive spider? That's pretty silly, no offense. No, I was playing a cover of 'Spiders and Vinegaroons' on Guitar Hero, when the spirit of Josh Homme appeared before me and told me I was worthy of his powers. I thought he was gonna make me a better singer, but turns out he's been a crimefighting spider since 1998. True story."

* * *

There is a snort of amusement from Jessica and she snags her beer, with a fingertip and pulls it into her whole hand before drinking. Yeah she has that spider wall cling thing going on. "Okay thanks for that sass. To be fair there are potentially other ways we got spider powers. Jesus." a gesture "Not hungry?" then another sip of her beer. "So you sleeping on rooftops and alleys or you got crashspace?" it doesn't take a superspy to get a clue Gwen may be in no crash space mode.

* * *

Gwen has no chance to be anything other than honest here; she can't afford to be cute or coy. "I've been sleeping where I can. Mostly, that's alleys right now. I tried a few shelters, but they want to be able to search my stuff. I don't have to tell you why that doesn't work. I sneak in long enough to wash up and maybe steal a sandwich, but staying there isn't an option."
Then, with that explanation given and her mouth presumably not going to need to talk for a minute or two, she snatches a slice and crams half of it into her mouth. She's actually not as hungry as it looks from the way she's eating, but stuffing your face like that lets you eat more before you notice you're full. Maybe she's been storing calories to make up for lack of access.

* * *

Jessica lets Gwen settle into eating right now as she settles into thinking. The order of wings and second, hot pizza, arrives in the meantime. Jessica indicates the cold one "Can you box that please?" to the waitress.

All of that business done and a warm slice finally in her hand she looks back to Gwen. "You've heard of SHIELD right?" inquires Jess.

* * *

"The name's come up once or twice," Gwen allows wryly. She's a little surprised that eating isn't helping with the sleepiness. Apparently calories do not override the diurnal sleep cycle. Who knew?
These are probably not the things she should be focusing on. Knuckle down, Gwen.

* * *

"Okay well. No one with your skills should be crashing in alleys or surfing shelters." now a time for chicken wing. "I can give you some cash, but that will only go so far. What do you want to do with your life?" Jessica may be a super spy but she isn't great at this. There is a reason she is on assassinations and espionage and not HR.

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* OOC Time: Sun Feb 10 19:30:58 2019 *

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"I haven't thought about that much. I just assume someone will kill me before it can matter," Gwen says bluntly. She lets the slice of pizza down onto the table, finishes chewing, and looks straight at Jessica (at least presumably; who can tell, through those lenses in her mask). "I want to be a good example for people. I'm not sure that includes working for an organization that enforces registration of human beings as if they're weapons of mass destruction who have fewer rights than 'normal' people do, but maybe I'm wrong about registration. Tell me what you think."

* * *

There is a big inhale from Jessica and then a slow letting out of a deep sigh as she toys with her beer glass. She sticks her finger to the rim and slowly rolls it in front of her while she watches it and thinks about that question. "I wasn't really trying to recruit you with that Spiderchick. I was more worrying about you living in alleys and your pessimism about dying. You had really good hero instincts out there and the fact you are doing it to help people is noble. to be a good example."

There is another thoughtful noise and Jessica looks up. "The registration thing is complicated. Aslo things have not gone into effect yet so maybe something will change in the three weeks we have." a light shrug. "I kind of hope they do change to be honest. I know why the law passed, because people are scared, and super villains, demonic invasions, and well… people like us are different."

Jess breaks for a sip of beer and continues though, not done. "Maybe it will lead to something bad happening, slippery slopes. I get why most normal people though think that good guys should have no worry about registration in a secure system. Bad guys will be easier to spot. All that PR about it. I don't have any ground here, I am already registered in a secure system that knows everything about me. Some of the vigilantes though, maybe they are protecting their families. They have made dangerous enemies of the supervillains and criminal enterprises. That puts them at risk if there was ever a hack. Most SHIELD agents… we don't have families. We don't have anyone but other Agents for a family. SHIELD is the only family I got so I don't think it is fair for me to judge other people for not wanting to register."

Jessica has been thinking about this a whole hell of a lot.

* * *

Gwen snarfs cold pizza while Jessica talks. She's picked up on a few homeless habits pretty quickly, including stuffing your face while you can, when you can. She listens as best she can over her own shameless eating, though, and when Jessica is done, she nods. "Well, I don't have ID or a phone, so I can't get a job. That kind of just leaves the one option. I'm finding places to sleep as best I can. There are more options when you can climb walls."

* * *

Neutron heads to the FRP Room Hub.

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Jess tilts her head a bit and pick up another chicken wing watching Gwen snarf down the pizza. "Definitely makes infiltrating buildings easier. Also changing lightbulbs." amusement, trying for a joke there to lighten some of the whole mood for a moment.

Then it gets darker again. "Why no ID?" the phone well someone is living in an alley or on a rooftop if they had money they might not be doing phone recharges. "Also I can help with this."

* * *

"Mask stuff," Gwen says shortly. "Let's just say I don't legally exist." And that's another tell a good spy would pick up on: how short her answer is compared to her usual, more flowery speech pattern.

* * *

Jessica leans back a bit and studies you. "From here but things have changed and you don't exist. That leaves me thinking Alien, Time Travel, or something weirder." she starts on another chicken wing as she watches your reactions closely. This is her job after all. Not HR but this.

Jess will toss out an extra "I can help with this as well for the record."

* * *

The urge to sass is strong, but in the end, Gwen can't waste time with it. She has to be vulneable if she's going to get through this. "Let's say I do need help. What kind of help are you offering?"
She reaches for a chicken wing, then remembers she's wearing white gloves, and leans back in disgust.

* * *

Jess gestures with her own chicken wing. "Take the gloves off.. not going to steal them or your thwippers." though she isn't sure if it is a one piece. "I can order some chicken strips you can fork if those aren't gloves" squints at them thoughtfully.

"Help I can offer. I guess a range really. I can give you some money, though you are still going to hit the no ID and don't exist. I can get you a new identity, though that means I'll know who you are in the system since I'll be putting you in the system. I can do that with or without SHIELD knowing why I am creating an identity. I can probably set you up with an interview about a job, but that is the end of the spectrum if you decide we don't all suck in our pro-registration government enforcement outfit." a light shrug about that.

* * *

Gwen thinks about this. "So, you can help with a job, but not a time machine or a space ship to send me home to my own people?" she asks first.

* * *

"Jesus if I had a time machine I would go back to ninety thirty two and slap my dad senseless for taking money from the Nazis and wanting to move to a radioactive mountainside. Maybe also kill Hitlet." she licks a finger clean. "We do have some of the best scientists on earth though, if you have a problem that involves something like that I am sure we can sic a couple of them on it. Long as you aren't an advanced spy for a planet full of spiderpeople." she can't help makke another joke.

* * *

"Not a spy, a food critic. I want to make sure your people are worth our effort to eat." Gwen takes another long pull of water; she's warm enough now that the water itself being warm has lost a lot of its charm. Oh well. "But seriously… right now, I have a lot of reasons to distrust anyone who works for the government, and it will take me time to get past that. I'd love your help existing"
Gwen pauses for a moment as the weirdness of that sentence hits her. Then, determinedly, she rolls on.
"
and maybe somewhere along the way, you and I can learn to trust each other?"

* * *

"Which is why I said a spectrum of options from here is some cash and food all the way to job." with that Jess shrugs a bit. "I set you up with existing so you can do your thing and not be blocked by that and yeah… we can work on trusting each other. Also I imagine most humans taste horrible. I mean look at our diet." she gestures to the pizzas and chicken wings.

"So yeah after this we hit a Duane Reade and get you a prepaid burner phone so I can call you. Who do you want to be in the system anyways, name of choice? Birthdate of choice. Town of birth that shit or do I make it all up?" honestly Jess seems fine either way.

* * *

Cautiously, Gwen asks, "Are you offering to take notes?"

* * *

Jess laughs and pulls out a tablet from her jacket "Yeah I should probably right it down if you aren't going with the me just making stuff up." she looks to Gwen.

* * *

For a second, Gwen is tempted to lie. Why give any of her personal info to this strange cop who supports registration? Then she scowls impatiently at herself (visible, since her mask is half-up for eating; a gesture she probably wouldn't waste if she was less tired) as she realizes, what the hell is the harm? What will Jessica do, run her name and SSN through interdimensional databases? God.
"Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy," she begins, and from there recites the rest of her info.

* * *

This was a big moment, Jess can feel it. She notes down everything on her tablet. "Great. Next step finish eating. Get you a phone so I can get a hold of you when the docs are ready." the tablet is slide away. "Don't know if you heard earlier with the cops. I'm Jessica Drew, though most people call me Jess. Pleased to meet you Gwen."

* * *

Gwen reaches across the table to shake hands, smiling a little. "Pleased to meet you too, Spider-Jess."

* * *

The hand is shaken. "I'm keeping Spider Woman, for the record." there is a lopsided grin though from Jess now.

* * *

"I'd fight you for it, but I think it would just end up on YouTube." Gwen yawns prodigiously, then shakes her head vigorously. "Sorry. I think we should probably get moving on this while I can still stand."

* * *

Jess raises her hand and waves down the waitress to get the pizza and a half boxed up in one box though. "Take the pizza with you." she slides up to her feet, throwing down cash for the food and heading to a 24/7 Duane Read with you to get you a burner phone so she can call you, or vice versa.

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