tushanshu | Entries tagged with † peter parker (animated)

[Here's a familiar face that hasn't shown up on the network in a while now. Santo is hanging out in front of the monitor, still flexing his hand and making sure that he can move it without any problems. He's still to afraid to try to reassemble himself.]

Hey, nerds! Long time, no see!

Do you wanna know what really sucks? I'll tell you anyway. It's being totally unable to move, so you're stuck on a couch for weeks without any TV to watch. I mean, come on, there's aren't even any old episodes of Law & Order to kill time with.

None of you probably get that though, since you were off having adventures and saving turtles or whatever. Lucky jerks.

Anyway, I've been bored forever now, and really need some kind of entertainment. Anybody wanna spar and see if I die when I break apart? Come on, it'll be fun on a bun.

Or, you know, tell me a story about what's been going on here. Or something from your home. I'm totally good for anything. I mostly just want to make sure everyone isn't dead, so check in, guys. You know... The important ones... Which is everybody, cool?

[He starts to shut off the feed, but then stops for a moment, looking a bit unsure.]

Oh, and... Witch- I mean, Wanda? There's something I need to talk to you about. I kind of meant to do it a while ago, but... Yeah, forced to become a couch boulder.

[OOC: And with this, Santo is officially off hiatus!]

firestars

[ the video's on and look!! there's liz!! she looks a little more pumped than she did the last time she did a video. she's wearing a baggy shirt that hangs off her shoulders and shorts and she waves. ]

-- H-hi! Hi, everyone! Sorry for like, bothering you guys and making a video again, but I --

Okay, so this probably isn't that big of a deal to everyone. And I mean like, I was a little happy for them to be gone for a while too, but I realized that... like... not... having them kind of sucked, you know? Because I couldn't fly anymore and I really like flying --

[ she cuts herself off. ]

Okay. Um. Just watch!

[ she closes her eyes and after a moment, from her shoulders up to her head, it completely sets on fire. her face is engulfed in flames and her shoulders are burning. however, it's pretty obvious that she's not burning very hot and it goes out a few seconds after. ]

My fire's back! Well. Sort of. I mean, like, I can flame on all the way, but I can't fly for that long and I get tired really easily but! It's back! [ and she grins. the biggest she has since she's gotten here. ]

Anyways, um. Yeah! I just wanted to show you guys. [ she blushes a little now, embararssed. and there's another pause as she shifts, debating on leaving a section just for her team: toro and black widow and black canary. but then she realizes she would want that private and she doesn't know how to so....

the feed cuts! ]

bonvivant

It seems as if the immediate danger has ceased somewhat and furthermore I've gotten more settled in, so, as of today I will be taking appointments for therapy. The price will be fifteen juulan per session and both day and evening times will be available.

While I was unfortunately not brought here with my degrees and certifications, I assure you that I have many years of experience in this field and take the matter of patient confidentiality very seriously. Nothing said to me during these sessions will be repeated anywhere else.

All sessions will be held on the first floor of my suite in the fire sector - in building FI-3C. If you would like to make an appointment I suggest that you contact me privately. Any questions or concerns you might have are of course welcome, as well.

kungfood

[The image displayed is of nothing human. It is, in fact, nothing more than a panda in a pair of darned pants standing straight up as if he knows no other way to stand. He’s obviously in the new “home” he’s been given, and if it’s possible for him to seem even more out of place, he somehow manages it. It’s similar but it’s not, and he’s never seen anything like the kedan before.

He’s entirely out of his element, and if it was ever doubted that a panda could display that much with expression, he’s living, standing, awkward proof that a panda can do just that.]

Uh. [Brief, something that was almost a word but never quite made it. He has no idea about these devices except for what he’s been told, and he still finds it difficult to believe. Others can see him, he can see them, and they can speak that way. How is that possible?] So. Hi. This showing a picture, right? A…a moving one, I guess. I don’t really understand, but that’s what those guys told me, so it probably does, right?

[He’s blathering. This is hardly anything new with him, and he realizes it, and that also shows. He runs a paw over his face, ears popping right back into place when it passes over them.]

Yeah, so, the introduction thing, I guess. I’m, uh, [awkward] Po [still awkward] and I’m from a place called the Valley of Peace, and [little less awkward] I never really thought that when you ascended, it was to another city. Thought of it more like another plane. But that’s okay, because you can’t ascend anything when you’re asleep, but you can apparently get trapped, and that’s pretty, uh. That really sucks. Like. It sucks a lot.

[He’s still obviously out of his element, but he stands up a little straight and stops fidgeting.]

Is there anything that whoever else here can tell me that doesn’t suck?

[Things that suck less are also wanted, and it’s after a close-up of a bear paw that the image disconnects.]

supremefaith

Some training retreat, first I get shanghaied climbing a mountain…now this? [Technology, oh why technology!?] This is…not normal…you have to be a magician to work one of these things…

[As the video cuts on a youngish girl, perhaps in her mid teens can be seen fiddling around with the computer almost as if it were some kind of death trap, or worse…in this case technology does seem to be worse than a death trap.

After several moments devoted to playing with the camera, a camera intent on catching her in various odd angles…most of them are probably not very flattering given the faces she’s currently pulling…she surrenders. It'll be what it'll be apparently.

Judging by her attire, which consists of a basic karate uniform and a black belt, she must be some kind of martial artist…either that or a vagrant.]

Gah…this thing is evil and it must be destroyed…[her blatant irritation is followed by a huff]…where’s Ami-chan when you need her, this is supposed to be her area of expertise. Oh well, at least it’s on and that should count for something.

[Yes turning the computer on is a personal triumph. You must learn to see the positive in the negative.]

I hope I’ve got this set up right otherwise I’m going to look awfully stupid just talking to myself…well…if I am talking to myself no one else would know so that’s a moot point…[oh right…she’s on the air…or whatever. She’ll just straighten herself up abruptly]…konnichiwa! I guess an introduction is proper social conduct, huh? My name is Kino Makoto, but you can call me Mako-chan, or just Mako…I’m not all that picky.

[A beat]

So, I guess I'll get to the point…[she’ll go ahead and scratch the back of her head nervously]…well I know that several things were explained to me when I got here, though I’m still not sure exactly how I got here. I’m trying to digest it all…ah…I guess what I’m asking is for is any more information, whatever you got, or if you just want to say "hi," I’m fine with that too! I’m actually trying to keep myself grounded until I can get my bearings straight…

wallcrawler

[So, normally, Pete was more than willing to respect the level of semi-secrecy that Batgirl--well, one of them, anyway--had been careful to set up for the young super-team she'd been putting together.

However, considering how bad things were getting now with the power loss? He was willing to put that aside for the moment. Especially with all the new supers who'd shown up since he last checked in. He only knew of a small handful of confirmed cases, but frankly? He was beginning to suspect that the odds were good that anyone coming from a place that had superheroes happened to be one. Or at least have powers of some kind. So a blind broadcast seemed more than worth the risk.]

I'm gonna go ahead and spare you guys the whole "help, help, my powers are missing" thing, and just get right to the point. Yes, I know it's happening to a lot of us, and I know some of us are having minor existential crises over it. I'm not here about that part of it. Besides, certain people way more photogenic than myself already got that covered. Me, I'm more concerned about what we're gonna do next. Kinda like that space-case we picked up a while back.

[Oh god don't hate him Kirk and Spock it's just the Spidey persona talking]

I know plenty of us younger Turtle-nauts had special powers, or experience dressing up in snazzy outfits to go around fighting the bad guys back home. And I definitely know not all of us are used to working with other people. But for those of us who are still kinda new at this, or just happen to be young enough we haven't had time to create seventeen different contingency plans for this particular scenario. So I think we should pool our efforts, and do whatever we can to make sure we don't get ourselves killed.

Especially because in my experience? Bad things on this scale tend to be followed by more bad things. And bad people getting a little more confident. So let's follow the lead of that rocket jockey and start figuring out what kind of skills we can all bring to the table. If you're up for it, let me know. The sooner we can get together and start helping each other out, the better.

[At least if anybody got too upset, he could always brush this off as organizing in the wake of the power loss. Which was technically true, so it wasn't like he'd be outright lying about this little recruitment drive.]

[ooc note: anyone paying attention to things like location broadcast, etc., would notice this is coming from Pete's home console. He'll be more than happy to ~~lie about~~ explain that too, considering even though reconstruction has started, the place is still pretty thoroughly destroyed. Never know who could creep in.]

firestars

[ the video clicks on with a flash of something bright and red and orange before it clears and there's a blonde-haired girl wearing a black bodysuit and looking very worried and confused. she's speaking, muttering to herself: ]

Is this on -- I think so... I can see myself, but I don't know if it's even pla -- Oh. Oh. I can see the like, little red -- oh god, that means they can --

[ she cuts herself off and yelps a little before putting a hand to her chest, taking slow deep breaths, furrowing her brows and trying to calm down. she's wigged out and she's scared and she wants out. ]

Oh my god. I -- uhm. [ gulp ] Hi. My name is Liz Allan. Lizzie, I guess. I'm -- I'm new. I have -- [ she counts on her fingers ] -- four questions.

One. Is this... like, computer thing fireproof? Two. Are we --- are we really, seriously on a turtle? I guess I saw since no one actually told me, but... There are no turtles that like, grow this big. Otherwise it'd be all over the news on something.

Three, has anyone seen -- er... two of my friends? Jea -- Karen Grant [ she still doesn't know which to refer to her as ] and Derek Morgan? Please let them know I'm here. [ not that Jean won't figure out herself if she's here too ]

And finally, this... has to be a dream, right? A hallucination? Because this is so crazy and unreal that it can't --

[ and the feed cuts ]

spiderkid

[The video opens on a young black teen in local-looking garb. He has a bundle of black and red fabric in his lap.]

Um, hey. So I guess this is the best way to ask questions? Like a live Yelp or Yahoo answers or something? Basically I need a seamstress or someone who can fix my... clothes that I came in which are pretty torn up. Someone who is like, private or something. I... [He takes a deep breath. It's clear he's torn up about something, maybe even has been crying.]

I'm also looking for my mom. I was with her before I came here, and she was hurt. She needs help. Her name is Rio Morales.

Yeah. That's what I need to know. Thanks. [And he ends the feed.]

atomicpink

[The video starts to a woman in her twenties looking...well, rather upset. She takes a deep breath, brushing some hair aside before speaking.]

Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to say hello. I'm...[lost, confused, upset] Eve, and I can't say this is what I was expecting.

[And considering the kind of stuff she deals with on a daily basis running Invincible Inc., expecting the unexpected is what she does.]

Death, dreaming, and life right? So that means that pretty much anyone ever can be here.

[She needs this affirmation, and it's with another deep breath and a tremble of her lips that she continues. She doesn't know what he's been up to - it's been so long, and she's been so worried, but she has to ask.]

Is a man named Mark here? Mark Grayson? If there is, can you...just tell me if he's been doing okay?

subject223

[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.

definingfuture

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

emasculates

[Her tone is blunt, sharp, faintly accented. No preamble.]

We are here to fight a war. How many of you are remotely prepared?

[She's guessing like three. But then again, she has high standards for preparedness.]

notdreaming

Hello everyone. It's been a while since the last time I recorded a message. I'm Kara Zor-el, from Krypton. [ She smiles politely at the screen. It has been four months, and she hasn't been able to talk to every newcomer since then. And things have been busy. ]

I've been trying to get a lab together myself, but I'm just not familiar with the technology available here. I meant to ask earlier, but then... well, you know. [ Electric death fell from the sky! Not you, Livewire. ]

I know there are several people with access to labs already in place. I was hoping one of you might have an opening for a lab assistant. I was just finishing school on Krypton before [ it exploded ] I came here, but I come from a family of renowned scientists and I have worked in labs before. I want to help with the biological research, figuring out what's wrong with the turtle and working to find a cure.

I was given a few names by friends... Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner?

selfsacrificing

[ It's a little too late to adhere to that whole non-interference clause of the Prime Directive, being the subject of an alien-napping and all, so here is Spock in all his pointy-eared glory. Looking as straight-faced as possible. Unlike Kirk, he didn't part from their meeting and then drink himself under a table, he stayed up all night watching network conversations and Sciencing. It would be illogical to... wallow, and he refuses to acknowledge that he even has the urge. ] ... Fascinating.

[ For such ancient technology, this thing appears remarkably serviceable. ] Greetings. I am Commander Spock, of the United Federation of Planets. If I understand correctly, then you are my fellow... detainees. [ There, that's politic enough. ] I would like to request information on what is being done with the crashed satellite debris. In return, I may be of some assistance in constructing something useful from it, as I am familiar with this level of technology.

In addition, any information on the turtle itself would be appreciated; the scans I have taken of the creature only tell me so much, and the indigenous people seem... disinclined to reply to my queries.

[ Aaaand he'll just give a sharp nod and the Vulcan Salute on his way out. ]

wallcrawler

[Well, despite looking incredibly worse for wear, at least it's obvious Peter Parker didn't get himself killed during the latest...everything, despite having largely disappeared since the satellite dropped. He's got a few cuts and bruises, and his clothes are looking pretty trashed ~~dropping burning space debris on your house will do that~~, but beyond that, he's looking pretty alright. Well, save for the fact his hands are completely bandaged. Technically the bandages go all the way up to just short of his elbows, but the long sleeve shirt he wears as an undershirt is doing a good job of hiding that fact.]

So...that wasn't the greatest week of my life.

[To put it mildly. House destroyed, most of his possessions gone, didn't find much in the way of good salvage, overworked himself during the rescues, and to top it all off he learned about the "do not touch" rule with the specters the hard way. And briefly got himself possessed in the process.]

I don't suppose anyone's got a couch I could use, do they? My place is sort of...everywhere, right now. So I sort of need a place to stay for a little while. Just until my old suite has more than two walls again, anyway.

[Yeah, he's still not used to asking for help.]

dustonmyfeet

[The girl on the screen is tiny, likely barely more than 12. Her arms are folded across her chest, and her eyes, pale, seem to glare at the screen.]

[. . . Kind of. There’s also something a little off about that glare. It doesn’t quite seem to focus like a glare should.]

Okay, so whose bright idea was it to put dirt on some of the turtle shell, but not all of it? If you’re going to put dirt on a turtle in the first place, you should at least not be stupid about it and finish it off.

Also, what kind of turtle are we talking about here? Is this a turtle-duck, or a lion-turtle, or what? I tried to ask one of those kedan guys, but they wouldn’t tell me.

[A small smirk, highly self-satisfied.]

Guess they were still sore.

[She shrugs.] Anyway, name’s Toph for anyone who cares. You’ll learn it soon enough.

stagethreeclinger

[ So here's Roy Harper, with costume, mask and trucker hat all assembled on his carrot topped little head, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed in a way that might be bordering on neurotic, considering he'd huddled in a mess of tools and arrow shafts scattered on his suite floor. Ignore that. ] So, guessing by now everyone's gotten well acquainted with the crazy ghost-like pod people with the possession special ability? Vanessa, you can kick me for thinking that precaution was lame.

It's probably overdue by now but don't try to hit them. It makes us end up needing an Exorcist and I am so not hanging around to watch if your head spins around and you crawl up a wall. [ Hold on, going on a tangent. ] Side note: Is anyone else weirdly reminded of that one Doctor Who episode where the space thing possessed people and David Tennant almost got tossed off the ship? Merlin was there? It was during the Donna times. Point being - if people start getting bug-eyed and copying everything I say, I will not hesitate to pistol whip them. Bow whip them. Guns are so Red Hood, I'm classier than that.

[ Pause. Cough. It was important, okay. Anyway. ]

Uh. Point being.

Arsenal to the rescue! I got your back, guys, and please, hold your applause until the Turtle McGuyer demonstration is complete, but I tried pretty much every trick arrow I had on me until I got one that works. [ See Roy holding an arrow aloft with a sort of jury rigged looking electronic device on the arrow tip. ] Void points for aesthetics, please, I'm working on a time crunch. I call it... The Eletcro Space-Ghost Zapper. If that's not informative enough - basically, I fire this at the Doctor Who rejects, it sets off what's basically an electric shock pulse as it's passing through them, ouch, it's super effective. Because this is a weird universe where electric pokemon are weak to other eletric pokemon, I don't even now.

[ This is making so much sense. He might have had a lot of sugar today. And it sort of weirdly looks like he's having fun with this whole chaos thing. Ah, smells like home. ]

Bring me your shit. I'll see what I can do to hook you up with something similar.

Vive la révolution.

[[ ooc; i will be responding really slow because my laptop is completely crapped out and i'm working from an ipad :| so bare with me. i just wanted to get this event post up before it had to be lame and backdated /o/ ]]

remake

[ Peter's face is banged up when it slides into view. He has a split lip and a gash on his cheek; there's blood dripping down from somewhere in his hairline, and his normally poofy hair is slicked down with sweat. He huffs out a breath to blow some of it off of his face. ] I've had a long day, so I can't say I didn't appreciate the nap on a palace floor - nice place - but usually I'm not really into being kidnapped.

I mean don't get me wrong, the apartment is, uh, more than I can afford, but still very thoughtful. I guess. Hey, does anyone out there have the Emperor's phone number? Because apparently I have a lot of questions for her.

[ He looks like he's trying to laugh at his own joke, for a second, but he gives up and trails off to stare blankly down at the screen. He is still a little shell-shocked from taking out his first super-villain. Eventually, he shrugs off his backpack and holds up a rather rough looking carton of eggs; it's dripping from one corner onto the floor. He finally manages to force out a little snort, but even that looks like it hurts. ] ... Anyone want scrambled eggs?

alphatar

Hey, does anyone have any woodcutting equipment and/or extra logs? I don't have a lot of money left and I'm not even going to bother trying to get a reasonable price from the kedan. If it's already sanded down, even better.

[Taps her chin thoughtfully.]

While I'm at it, I'm also looking for both a large and small strong cut of cloth. Maybe leather or something stronger? Has to be very durable.

Current Music: Too good, too bad.

seriouslytwisted

[All right Raph has had enough of Leo crawling all over his shell about this so he's going to do a Thing, both to piss off his brother and make a point. They're finally in a place where they can walk around in broad daylight -like they should be allowed to do in the first place- and Leo still insists on meeting people in the middle of the night and skulking around and using FUCKING TEXT OF ALL THINGS RAPH IS NOT USING TEXT THE KEYS ARE TOO SMALL FOR HIS HUGE FINGERS, LEO

So he's just going to. Pose a question.]

Okay people, show of hands. How many of you actually care about the fact that there's a ton of us mutants here?

-Except for Dan, I don't care what you think. [Sorry Dean, he still doesn't remember your stupid name.]

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