Interwebs
Roleplaying Log: Interwebs
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Spider-Woman & Spider-Man Too get their banter on.

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IC Date: May 05, 2019
IC Location: Brooklyn!
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 05 May 2019 13:43
Rating & Warnings: G
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It's early. So early that it's still dark. There have probably been at least twenty muggings stopped. And the likes of Spider-Man Too aka Spider-Man II aka Spider-Man: Remix is doing his best to make his way back to the borough that he knows way too well: Brooklyn.

He swings through and up onto the rooftop of some random act of building and perches there for a moment. He pulls the hood up on his hoodie and shrugs into the jacket he wears over his costume for style purposes. His red and white sneakers are dirtier than usual.

He really hates fighting mud monsters. That was gross.

Anyway, Lil Thwip (he has a lot of nicknames) is taking a second to go over the nights festivities before heading home and having to relay every nick and scratch on his body to his Mom. She worries. It's a whole thing.

* * *

Spider-Woman, for various reasons, has no idea there was a Spider-Man prior to or concurrent with the one she's met. Her ignorance has probably saved her a lot of emotional trauma. She's in much better shape than the last time Spider-Man saw her, less bony from malnutrition and less sloppy with exhaustion, and also, on a personal note, much warmer. Thank god for spring. It's dangerous to be webswinging in New York these days unless you've signed your life over to SHIELD, but Gwen decided a long time ago it's important to be out there in the mask, letting people know she's not afraid of registration.

One day, her luck will run out, but today isn't that day.

Spider-Woman swings down the street fifty feet above when something (it doesn't feel like spider-sense, exactly) compels her to glance over in Spider-Man's direction. Spotting him perched there, she tips him a little salute and, instead of going from one swing to the next, lets the one she's taking end. She flies up through the air feet first as she completes the pendulum arc of her swing and, upside-down, fires a webline at Spider-Man's perch to yank herself toward him, pivoting in the air so her feet will strike the wall before her head. She lands with a relatively light thud on the wall next to him, and greets, "Hey, Spider-Man. Haven't seen you since Christmas. Get anything good under tree?"

* * *

"The world's a lot worse since then. Soooo… not anything I wanted."

Spider-Man may or may not recognize the Spider-Woman with the choice flippy and thwippy antics. It's hard to say. He's from a dimension or two to the left and down the Spider-Hall so it's kind of hard to keep up with who or what he already knows.

This taking someone else's place but it also being his place while still being a different person's place is complicated and he tries his hardest not to think about it. It's not like he asked to be saved and given a second chance. He just had a cheeseburger.

It was from Frankie's though. And Frankie's makes some serious cheeseburgers. The secret is in the grilled onions.

Spider-Man: Remix hops up to his feet and does a balancing act of his own as he gives a playful salute in Spider-Woman's direction. "What about you? Punch any cool animal themed villains lately?" At the very least he can make conversation. Spider-Manners 101!

* * *

"Nah, I'm more about facekicking. My girlfriend got mind controlled by Kraven - or, one of them, I guess - but I wasn't around for that. There was the giant millipede I punched in the back of the head, if that counts." She shrugs. Not really one for beating people up is Spider-Woman. She walks up the wall, doing a credible impression of someone walking normally (it's all in keeping the right amount of tension in the calves and exaggerating the knee bends) until she's on the roof near Spider-Man. "Everything okay over here? You staking anyone out?"

* * *

"Nah. Just taking a breather. A rare moment of quiet in the City That Never Sleeps But Really Should Because They All Have Work In The Morning." Spider-Miles grins beneath his mask and offers a playful shrug. He can talk about New York because he's from New York! It's allowed! "Sorry I wasn't around to help with the Kravening or like terrifying millipedes of death. We should like get a Spider-Signal or something. For when we need back up."

* * *

"What are you thinking, an app? Because I am broke-ass broke. I'm using a flip phone you have to buy minutes for until I get a job," Spider-Woman admits uncomfortably but frankly. She feels herself wanting to fold her arms defensively, and forces herself not to. She also forces herself not to ask the next question that's on her mind.

* * *

"Whoooooa. An app would be sweet." Spider-Miles is having this realization as he says it. "We could get you a phone. Or maybe… maybe we could sell ad space on the app. And we could make some extra cash from that. That'll help pay for the app, maybe some suit laundering costs." He looks down at his sneakers. "… Shoes." He must be making mental notes with the way he's just kind of wandering back and forth across the ledge. "We could be like… heroes. Heroes for hire." Spider-Man shrugs and gives a dismissive wave of his gloved hand. "Wait, no, that's lame. Spiders… Spiders For Sale?" This is going to take a minute.

* * *

"Venomous Vendors? Transactional Tarantulas? Arachnids on Auction?" Spider-Woman pauses for a moment to keep thinking of alliterative names. "Uh… Buy A Bassiana?"

* * *

"Making an app is harder than I thought. But I'm sure we can make it work." Spider-Miles taps the side of his head like that meme that's definitely gone out of style but he's just going to bring it back anyway. "Maybe it should be something more related to 'Web' or something. I mean, if we're all going to be on it. A bunch of spiders sharing the same web. There's gotta' be a name in there somewhere." Spider-Miles just takes a second to THWIP! out a random web shot at the nearest wall. Maybe it'll help him think.

* * *

Spider-Woman observes the webshot with some surprise. "Wait, are you serious about this? I thought we were bantering."

* * *

Another web-shot. THWIP! "Some of the best ideas come from banter. Did you know that Edison bantered with Tesla before they — okay, I'm lying. But this could be a good idea! I think. Maybe?" Miles is so unsure that he's just kind of rambling at this point. "We can't exactly always be everywhere at once. We're not Superman, y'know. But maybe we could split the city up and do some kind of collective protective agreement?"

* * *

Spider-Woman holds up both hands wardingly. "Whoa, whoa. I'm not trying to make money off people trapped under cars or who just got attacked by a lunatic in a costume. I guess splitting up the city sounds okay, but that's as far as I want to take it."

* * *

"Oh! Oh yeah, forget the money part. That's irresponsible. I meant more like we can just make a collective network of connections for all us Spiders. We can use it to keep tabs on each other, share information and maybe do a vlog or two. I dunno." There's another shrug from the Spider of Miles. "It's late. Early? I'm probably speaking eighty percent delirious right now. Heh."

* * *

"So one-fifth of all that was a good idea," Spider-Woman observes, miming taking down notes on the conversation and, presumably, doing the math to sort out which bits were good. Something about her posture, head bent studiously over the palm she pretends is her notepad, really sells it; she should be wearing glasses. As she continues to do imaginary math, she asks, "Why're you up so late?"

* * *

"There was a mud monster thing. It was gross. I took care of it before it got farther than the harbor." Better excuse than the full on truth. Can't just be telling people he doesn't want to go home and face the Mom Music. Ever since she found out he's (a) Spider-Man the worry and maternal smothering has increased exponentially. It's exhausting. "It'll be fine. It's fine. Mostly fine. At least until it rains again, probably."

* * *

Spider-Woman cocks her head since cocking an eyebrow wouldn't make much difference behind her mask. "Uh huh. What'll be fine, the mud monster you beat up, or the magic harbor mud it came from that will make more monsters in the rain?"

* * *

Spider-Miles turns to look in the Spider-Woman's direction. "Uhhhhhhhhhh… both?" He's actually not sure it'll be fine but he's going to just go out on a limb and hope that he did a good enough job at destroying the mud creature that certainly won't return at a later date to ruin his life.

* * *

Spider-Woman sighs, not at Spider-Man but at life in general, maybe. "This job, huh?" she asks in disgruntled, philosophical tones. "There's so much you don't know, and couldn't possibly know, and have to take on faith won't get worse because of whatever you just did."

* * *

"Preachin' to the choir, Spider-Sister. This job is insane. It's dangerous. It's hard. It's gives you five thousand reasons a day to stop doing it. Yet…" Spider-Man shrugs as though he's been defeated by his own brain or something. His own heart. "… I don't think I could ever give it up." A helpless addict to helping others, this one!

* * *

"I know what you mean," Spider-Woman says quietly. For her, it's perhaps less noble than it is for Spider-Man, but the drive is there all the same. She shakes her head to clear it. "Anyway, gotta swing. People waiting on me. See you around, Spider-Man." She tips a salute and dives backward off the roof before thwipping off into the night. Or morning. Whatever it is. She should put a watch on her webshooters.

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