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[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

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[That makes him pause, slightly surprised.]

Saviors?? Seriously?

Yes. That is why we have been brought here.

Do take care of your damage, the details, as much as they have been known, can be discussed at a later time.

My name is Damian Wayne, in case the discussion should be wanted with me.

Oh... Wow. [ Way to put on the pressure. ] And, uh, thanks. I'll do that.

I'm Peter. Peter Parker.

>Tt.< It is not something that is demanded of us this instant. For one thing, there is not enough information, yet, some of us have been here for nearly a year and three months.

So you can attend to yourself.

I hope this place treats you reasonably, Parker.

A year and... Wow. I-- I'm sorry. [~~That you're dead.~~]

Yeah, I- I can. Thanks again. I hope so, too.

>Tt.< It has been frustrating and, at times, unpleasant, but hardly something to be that regretful about. People who have come here from an earlier time do not recall having been here at all.

[Spoiler: ain't dead.]

Of course. I shall leave you to get started on that.

[Oh man. He has so many questions about what he just said there--]

Hey- Wait. What do you mean, "come here from an earlier time"? You don't mean like, time travel, do you?

No, not exactly. But people have been brought here from different times. For example, my Father and brother are both from an earlier time than I am. They have not been missing for as long as they have been here - and they would have mentioned if they remembered a place such as this, back home.

... does that clarify what I mean, or should I be more specific?

[He's quiet for a moment, just absorbing the information.]

... So... Is it kind of like we're copies of ourselves that are pulled here? Does life just keep going back home?

[... and Damian is a little impressed.]

That seems to be... fitting the facts. There has been at least one cloning facility that was found, a few months back.

[That has him letting out a sigh. Clones. Why did it have to be clones?]

That kind of explains the fish tank we were pulled out of... If it's true, anyway.

Indeed.

[Sorry?]

[ :| ]

Do we- Does anybody know where the clone machines are?

Currently, there is only a guess.

In the beginning, people arrived waking up in the ocean by the shore. Then the cloning facility was found - undersea. It was destroyed by kedan.

After that, people began appearing within the Palace of Landed Sky.

[ Which kind of narrows it down, right? ]

Soooo... they had back up systems. And I'll bet they've got a bunch of them...

Perhaps.

Then again, there are few more defensible places than the Palace.

[Damian pauses, then resumes.]

You should go take care of yourself. We can continue the conversation at a later time - and you can find more sources of data.

[He's about to ask more questions, but-- Damian's suggestion stops him in his tracks.]

... Yeah, that's true. And I'm sorry I kept you.

>Tt.< Physical damage needs to be attended to. Knowing where you are from the start is a wise decision, too. I can respect that.

One thing at a time, right?

... until you can handle more.

Right.

Yes.

[Social awkwardness, thy name is Damian.]

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