Gwenplications
Roleplaying Log: Gwenplications
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Jessica Drew meets Gwen Stacy for a serious talk about life

Other Characters Referenced: Sloane and Daisy
IC Date: February 20, 2019
IC Location: Rooftop in Time's Square
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 21 Feb 2019 05:29
Rating & Warnings: PG-13
NPC & GM Credits:
Associated Plots

Jess has been having a pretty wild couple of weeks. SHIELD has been up in arms, both praise and concern over their intergalatic field trip. Sure it was all authorized to retrieve the kidnapping victims and also the critical SHIELD agent but wow the footage and her life since getting back.

Also registration is coming like a freight train and that isn't sititng well, the whole building is going nuts as some people prep and others just mourn.

So when Jess came across something keeping an eye on on more mundane friend matters, she figured this is a good reason to get away from the Trisk and talk to Gwen.

Phone call placed, location setup,

Which means Jessica is sitting on a building looking down at Time Square, pretty attached to building so she doesn't get tossed if a high wind at a weird angle hits.

* * *

Jessica is in costume, sort of, I mean she is often in costume since she just zips up her leather jacket and puts on her shades really. She doesn't necessarily have much of a secret identity.

Net to Jess is a carry case with some starkbuck coffee and a bag with some pastries.

* * *

It would be nice to meet Spider-Jess not in costume more often than she does, but spies probably have rules about this stuff, and Gwen isn't going to press. She tries to swing casually, like, 'Ho hum, just another spider going about spider business, nothing to see here,' which is all probably sending very obvious signs to anyone watching that something is up. An actor Gwen is not.

She lands on the appointed building at the appointed time, landing in spider-pose. She thinks distractedly about starting a spider-themed yoga regimen. "Hey, Agent," she greets from her corner of the roof. "Fancy meeting you here! How are you?"

* * *

Ironically, Jess worries Gwen wouldn't want to meet her out and about just as Gwen or anything. It would be very nice though to just go somewhere normal without roof top meetings.

"Hey Gwen" a quirk of a smile and she offers up one of the coffees. "Thanks for coming out to meet me. Hopefully it was easy to find?" she has no idea how much is different, Gwen did say landmarks and buidlings aren't the same. Then again the skyscraper in timesquare with the giant Pixar movie billboard on it does narrow it down.

"I'm.. mmmm" there is a thoughtful pause from Jess. "I'm okay I guess. Life has been chaotic."

* * *

Gwen nearly spider-pounces toward the coffee, but remembers her dignity at the last moment and rises to walk over instead, peeling up the lower half of her mask as she does so Jess can see her smile of thanks as she accepts the coffee. She doesn't drink it, at first, just cupping it in her hands, letting it warm her fingers. "It wasn't bad," she allows. "Plus internet maps are a thing, so that's great." She sits down near Jess and takes a sip. Meh; it's coffee. "What's so chaotic?"

* * *

There is a tilt of Jess's head and then she offers up the bag of random pastries with a smile. "You should tell me your drink of choice if we are to keep meeting like this all clandestine." amusement in her tone, maybe it's spy jokes.

"Chaotic… well had a case where an alien asshole kidnapped a bunch of people and another alien offered SHIELD transport as earth authorities… someone approved it so Agent May and I ended up on an Alien Space Colony and freed a bunch of people.. it was.. a trip. Almost died in orbit but we did it. Now I am wondering why we don't have some sort of space defense thing…. and that isn't even the worst chaotic part of this week."

* * *

Gwen shakes her head. "Coffee's fine, but I should introduce you to klava some time. Doesn't matter." She sips again and listens. "Yeah, seems like leaving space stuff up to spiders is a bad idea," she allows. "But it got worse than that?"

* * *

Jessica wobbles her hand "I mean .. we were super successful saving everyone even though I can't help but wonder what the repercussions will be of stealing back all those stolen people. One of the .. I think mutants totally threw a bunch of .. food in the asshole who did it's face and insulted him as we split. I mean this guy beamed humans across the galaxy… and now he is probably ticked off. Meh."

"But yeah successful. Really I can't shake the feeling, which is slowly forming into dread that the registration Act at the end of the month is going to end up super shitty. Most people at work are just bustling to prep in case of the worst but … this is not going to go well and I know it in my bones…"

* * *

Gwen regards Jess inscrutably through her mask, and nods when she's done talking. "Probably," she agrees. "When you make people's lives the property of the government because the government fears their power, you can expect those people use the power they have to protect themselves. I hope the government realizes that soon."

* * *

There is a big, deep sigh and Jess just collapses back sprawling on the roof with her legs still dangling off it. "No one wants to own people. The people behind this just want to protect society and feel safe. Is it likely to go poorly.. yes.. but no one is forcing people to register and then go fight a war or work in Government labs." she just sounds pained. "Would I have passed this.. no… do I think it is utterly nefarious or evil… no. I think it is stupid and reactionary and it is going to cause more people like Sloane to get hurt and fuck me if I know what to do about it."

* * *

"They don't think it's about owning people's lives because they don't think it through," Gwen says quietly. "My powers are in my body, and my body is my life. Literally, you can't live without it. When the government wants to control my powers, not because of anything I've done but because of what my body can do, they're saying the only way they can feel safe in the face of my life is if they own it and can weaponize it against me at a moment's notice." Gwen shrugs. "Who's Sloane?"

* * *

"That isn't wrong.." muses Jess quietly as she stares at the sky, no real stars due to the light pollution. Space was so strange. "This is just a mess. Sloane.. oh an Agent who was jumped by the Brotherhood in Mutant Town. They tried to kill her… speared her to the side of the Trisk to send us all a message that this is war now." she sounds, just so damn sad right now. "She pulled through but I pulled her logs.. she left the other day and hasn't come back to work. Not sure she ever will.. she was our best metahuman laison expert too."

* * *

"Was she your friend, or just a coworker?" Gwen asks.

* * *

Jess just stares up at the night sky. "I don't know if I have any friends. I mean work people are friends if I learned anything from sitcoms. I'd like Sloane to be a friend and Daisy as well. Maybe they are. They are the only family I have though." for someone who seems so on top of it and older, Jess sounds pretty young in this moment.

* * *

"If Sloane is your friend, then have you checked in on her since she left work?" Gwen asks. "Gone to her house, brought her coffee and doughnuts, watched bad movies together?"

* * *

"I suppose that is what friends do.. and no. I don't know where she lives. I guess I could look it up but no I don't know where anyone lives or see them outside work." a frown. "I'm a very bad friend. I imagine no one actually thinks of me as a friend." Jess just reaches up and rubs her face. "Fuck I don't know what to do…. Gwen all I know how to do is kill bad people and …. spy shit. That is all I've done my whole life."

* * *

"I like you," Gwen interjects mildly, trying not to sound argumentative.

* * *

There is a sow sigh "Thank you… I like you too." like it helps. Maybe it does help. Jess just sighs. "I found something… I'm not sure you want to see it but I found it and thought I should show it to you."

* * *

Gwen shakes her head. "I'm not trying to change the subject, or roll over you. We can keep talking about you. It sounds a little like you need to. Am I wrong?"

* * *

"Oh… um.. I just don't even know what to say. It's easier to wear the role of perfect Agent than deal with all this. Why do you like me?" Jess turn her head to peer at the other spider from behind her yellow lensed glasses.

* * *

"Why wouldn't I?" Gwen asks, honestly confused. "You protect people who can't protect themselves. You take risks to help others, even when it's not life or death. You're brave, you're determined, you're fierce. You're kind and generous and thoughtful. I see what you do, Jess."

* * *

"Yeah.. okay…. sorry just having a moment of dread I think." well some sort of moment of crisis and she is still having it. "Did you know I thought I was a spider turned into a person when I woke up. I'm not but wow for a couple years I was totally convinced he turned a spider into a person Gwen."

* * *

Gwen nods. "Oh, sure. Everyone thinks that. It's why the government puts fluoride in the drinking water, to mind control us into thinking we're mammals." She sips her coffee, subtly leaning away from Jessica and what she suspects is an impending punch to the shoulder.

* * *

Good spidersense, Jess takes a swing and a miss, not really going for it though. "The guy who woke me up called himself the High Evolutionary Gwen… he literally turned animals into people animals for a living." she smiles though, the mood broken. "So yeah, my childhood is messed up. I tend to just ask myself.. what would Captain America do… or what would the hero in a TV show or movie do. I like helping people though and making the world safer. I think I am a good person an I rejected the evil brainwashing but yeah… fuck this whole mess.

"SHIELD is my family and I know people say that about their job and don't mean it.. but they took me in and gave me a home .. they trusted me when they had no reason to considering who tried to turn me into a weapon against them.. and now this mess and I know I won't be arresting the heroes or vigilantes in the city. I just won't. The villains. Them I will keep taking down."

* * *

Gwen listens quietly to all this, not following much of it except in the broad strokes. It's enough to know Jess is hurting but feeling better. She can't help shaking her head at one point, though: "Captain America. I still can't my head around the idea Captain America is a white man."

* * *

Which brings it all back around in a way. "Wait.. what was Captain America like where you are from?" Jess turns her head to look at Gwen again. Sitting up and turning to face her, taking a donut out of the bag.

* * *

"I guess she's like here," Gwen says, shrugging. "Everyone agrees she's a symbol, but we argue a lot about what she's a symbol of. She's America at her best, is what I think. And she's a black woman, so… it's really weird to see the costume on someone like him."

* * *

"Woah." that is all Jess can imagine for a very long moment of silence that follows. "I wish Captain America here was a strong black woman who represented Freedom and America. Damn… that would have been even better with the Hydra and Nazi punching back in WW2…" a grin. "Things are definitely different here. I wonder if I existed back where you were from."

* * *

Gwen sips her coffee. "Maybe. Things are mostly the same, I've noticed. It reminds me of a something I heard in high school that I can't quite remember (shut up, I know how that sounds), something about how all lotus flowers look alike because that's the nature of a lotus, and all worlds look alike because that's the nature of a world. Maybe whoever said that knew what they were talking about."

* * *

"I imagine it is closer to that whole we are on a branch of infinite realities.. everything near us is very like us and if we got further away then you get to mantis people." she seems to be kidding, a smile as she eats her pastry.

* * *

"Remind me to stay away from there, then," Gwen says comfortably as she sips her coffee. "I've had enough of giant bugs, thanks." Her legs have finally healed from the last fight. "And maybe that's racist of me, but you know what, I'm sick of the PC Police expecting me to bend over backward for mantis aliens you just made up. I'm just saying what everyone's thinking because I'm edgy and I speak truth to power."

* * *

There is a laugh, muffled by donut, and Jess is quite glad now that she wasn't drinking her coffee. "Well.. I did see something that looked like a Mantis Alien on that alien mining colony.. NoWhere.. not a good name.. not a good name…" Jess sips her coffee now cautiously.

* * *

Gwen takes pity on Jess and lets her drink her coffee. "Yeah, I wouldn't like to be nowhere," she agrees. "What was it like?"

* * *

"Wild. It reminded me of some of the lawless places I've had to work.. markets in some cities in third world countries. But everyone are different alien species and they all have a lot of weapons. It was supposedly a mining colony but it seemed like a lawless refuge full of mercs and weirdos…" Jess grins and sets her coffee down.

* * *

"Maybe it was both," Gwen suggests. "I mean, the aliens at Mos Eisley probably had jobs too."

* * *

"Maybe. considering the equivalent of alien gang colors and weapons I am pretty sure some were just criminals.. okay many were… but I could be projecting my bias on them." amusement still from Jess. "Also I think the aliens in Mos Eisley's job were things like bounty hunting.. smuggling.. musician."

* * *

"Eh, maybe," Gwen admits. "It's been so many years since I've seen that movie. Seventies cinema isn't really my thing. Do you like it?"

* * *

"Space Travel… 70s Cinema.. or movies in general?" there is another smile from Jess as she watches Gwen. "I think I liked all three to head off any pedantic moments on my part."

* * *

Gwen nods. "I won't badmouth the production design, then." She looks at Jess. "Did you call me out here just to help you feel better? If you did, I'm glad. I'm happy to help you."

* * *

"So.. yeah… I don't want to forget but I did find something I wanted to talk to you about Gwen. I appreciate you listeing to me.. and this was nice.. but yeah. Your dad where your from was he a George Stacy?"

* * *

Cautiously, Gwen nods. "Yeah… why?" Her next question is bizarre bordering on stupid, but hope can do that to you: "Did he come here to find me?"

* * *

Jessica winces and holds up her hands in the slow down mode. "No..sorry no. I" she trails off a moment and thinks. "They existed here." past tense. "I was checking to see if there would be any conflicts or you running into your self here… and no.. They both died."

* * *

Gwen sits quietly with that thought for a long time. The other Gwen's death is easier to process: that Gwen isn't her and never was. Her dad, though… her dad…

He was not my dad. He never carried me to bed, or blew pipe smoke in my ear when I was sick, or cried with me about Mom. He was a stranger with my dad's name, that's all. I will not mourn my father while he's still alive. I will not.

Gwen clears her throat huskily. "Okay. Thanks for checking."

* * *

Jessica leans and puts her hand on your arm. "Far as I can tell George Stacy was a cop and he died saving a small child from rubble when a supervillain collapsed a building fighting Spider-man. According to the police reports the Gwen here died due to the Green Goblin fighting Spider-man." she squeezes your arm. "I don't know if she had spider powers like us though.. but they aren't you or your dad… " her brow furrows "It does make me think that spider-man maybe knew her though."

* * *

"Why, how old was she? I met Spider-Man, and I don't think he's even out of high school." That's another useless observation, but Gwen's off-balance right now, and she's trying to talk her way back to her center.

* * *

"I'm not sure.. I could pull all that. Not the Spider-man with the black suit.. the one whose suit is blue and red and has been around for a lot longer doing the wole spider thing." she wobbles her gloved hand. "I think she was in college though. It wasn't a long long time ago." Jess is trying to help.

* * *

"There are two?" Gwen asks, nonplussed. "Okay, I guess that makes sense."

* * *

"At least two and yeah your right that one in black is definitely in High School or younger.. still haven't run into him again but I wager I will eventually."

* * *

There's probably a word for whatever Jessica's personality is. Goal-oriented, maybe, or regimented, or something like that. She won't ask the question, and it probably won't even occur to her to do so, so Gwen just blurts it out: "What are you doing later this week after work?"

* * *

"I uh… um" Jessica blinks a little bit. "Nothing?" then she blinks "Did you want to do something" and both those terms apply, also maybe never had a normal life. Let alone outside work.

* * *

"Yeah," Gwen says simply. "We can do… I don't know, something. What do people do when they're not fighting crime or at band practice? Go jogging? Listen to music? Something. We'll figure it out. We're smart."

* * *

Then it dawns on Jessica that Gwen means like, out of costume, not crime fighting, or anything. "I think they eat food or watch movies or something…" is what Jess finally offers "But yeah..sure we are smart and will figure this out and won't furiously google it later." that was meant as a joke it seems.

* * *

"Cards! People play card games. We could do that. Do you have cards?"

* * *

"Nooo.. but we can get some. I'll stop by a store and ask what people play." and Jess grins. "I'm glad you want to hang out." there is a stretch. "Though I should probably get back to it.. we can text and setup a time?" and Jess is getting up leaving the bag of pastries but holding her coffee.

* * *

Gwen stands up too, leaving her coffee behind and tugging her mask down. "Yeah, text me some time. We should do something." She makes no move toward the bag of pastries; apparently her pride stops her after accepting the hundreds of dollars Jess has already given her. "I still have no job, so my schedule's open. I'll wait to hear from you." With that, she dives off the building and thwips away.

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