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fluxscape2021-04-10 11:11 pm
hibana_incursa) wrote in fluxscape2021-04-10 11:11 pm
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Hello, welcome home
What: Gwen's out of the hospital and home. She's hanging with her roommates/YOU!
Where: TheSpider Mad-House on Leedits.
When: All day Saturday
Warnings: Will warn as needed.
Gwen was home. Finally. It felt like she was in the hospital forever, but that's just a teenager being a teenager. Over-dramatic. Prone to exaggerating just a bit.
She'd been picked up by Miles, and they stopped for breakfast at one of their favorite small cafes, Gwen eating a plate of peaches and cream waffles and turkey bacon like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Technically, this was kind of true? But logically, that doesn't count because statues can't eat. Still, her spider-metabolism was starting to amp up to where it used to be, so all the food is the best food.
Peaches and cream waffles, specifically.
But now she's home and people can find her a variety of places, having many a wonderous adventure.
Like playing vide games on the living room couch. Much excite, very adventure, wow.
This literally lasts maybe twenty minutes before she turns off Uncharted and decides instead to go to the kitchen for more food. So if anyone wants nachos, this is the time to come get some. She's pulling out some pre-cooked steak, onions, jalapenos, all the good stuff so she can make these nachos. And it's a good sized plate of them, too.
If you're nearby enough, she'll speak to you directly, oh housemate.
"You know what I saw a family do on FluxTok? They covered their entire kitchen table in tin foil, and then dumped tortilla chips all over it. And then they had all these cooked meats, and all these nacho toppings. I think we should do that for dinner some night. One giant nacho table. What do you think?"
This is a serious question that needs serious answers.
Later on, she can be found in the garage doing one of two things:
The first thing she might be doing is, from the comfort of a lawn chair, she's sketching the interior of the garage, designing a cat trail to go on the walls. It's SuperMario themed. There are warp tunnels in her design, and a lot of treasure boxes and enemies, too. She's going to have fun with this and make a thing of creating these designs, and is completely okay with people coming to offer advice.
The second thing she might be doing is drumming. There's music playing from her iPhone, and Gwen is drumming along. Not only to that song, but something a little older, too.
About two thirds of the way of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, Gwen gets tired and stops drumming, resting her elbows on her knees and her forehead in her hands with a sigh and a small groan. If she could go for a bit without feeling like crap, that'd be amazing.
[Closed Prompt for Hawk: ]
With all that tiring her out, Gwen takes a nap. She's asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of a door opening down the hall wakes her up. She recognizes the way one of the hingest squeaks just slightly. That was Peter's room. Now it's Hawks, and Gwen would like to see him. Just to say hi.
So, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders because she's feeling cold again, she heads down the hall. Her hair is a touch wild from her nap, but Gwen isn't thinking about that. She's thinking of her friend. She wants to make sure Hawk is settling in alright and that the guys from school aren't harassing him just yet.
Knocking on his bedroom door carefully, Gwen straightens up and pulls the blanket around her shoulders more, waiting for him to answer.
Where: The
When: All day Saturday
Warnings: Will warn as needed.
Gwen was home. Finally. It felt like she was in the hospital forever, but that's just a teenager being a teenager. Over-dramatic. Prone to exaggerating just a bit.
She'd been picked up by Miles, and they stopped for breakfast at one of their favorite small cafes, Gwen eating a plate of peaches and cream waffles and turkey bacon like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Technically, this was kind of true? But logically, that doesn't count because statues can't eat. Still, her spider-metabolism was starting to amp up to where it used to be, so all the food is the best food.
Peaches and cream waffles, specifically.
But now she's home and people can find her a variety of places, having many a wonderous adventure.
Like playing vide games on the living room couch. Much excite, very adventure, wow.
This literally lasts maybe twenty minutes before she turns off Uncharted and decides instead to go to the kitchen for more food. So if anyone wants nachos, this is the time to come get some. She's pulling out some pre-cooked steak, onions, jalapenos, all the good stuff so she can make these nachos. And it's a good sized plate of them, too.
If you're nearby enough, she'll speak to you directly, oh housemate.
"You know what I saw a family do on FluxTok? They covered their entire kitchen table in tin foil, and then dumped tortilla chips all over it. And then they had all these cooked meats, and all these nacho toppings. I think we should do that for dinner some night. One giant nacho table. What do you think?"
This is a serious question that needs serious answers.
Later on, she can be found in the garage doing one of two things:
The first thing she might be doing is, from the comfort of a lawn chair, she's sketching the interior of the garage, designing a cat trail to go on the walls. It's SuperMario themed. There are warp tunnels in her design, and a lot of treasure boxes and enemies, too. She's going to have fun with this and make a thing of creating these designs, and is completely okay with people coming to offer advice.
The second thing she might be doing is drumming. There's music playing from her iPhone, and Gwen is drumming along. Not only to that song, but something a little older, too.
About two thirds of the way of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, Gwen gets tired and stops drumming, resting her elbows on her knees and her forehead in her hands with a sigh and a small groan. If she could go for a bit without feeling like crap, that'd be amazing.
[Closed Prompt for Hawk: ]
With all that tiring her out, Gwen takes a nap. She's asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of a door opening down the hall wakes her up. She recognizes the way one of the hingest squeaks just slightly. That was Peter's room. Now it's Hawks, and Gwen would like to see him. Just to say hi.
So, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders because she's feeling cold again, she heads down the hall. Her hair is a touch wild from her nap, but Gwen isn't thinking about that. She's thinking of her friend. She wants to make sure Hawk is settling in alright and that the guys from school aren't harassing him just yet.
Knocking on his bedroom door carefully, Gwen straightens up and pulls the blanket around her shoulders more, waiting for him to answer.
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Gwen probably couldn’t get a tattoo. Not with her healing factor. It wasn’t super quick, but she’d hate to see what it would do to someone’s hard work.
She shifts the blanket on her shoulders again, shivering slightly and letting out a soft sigh before shrugging.
“I dunno. If I did, I’d want to design it myself. But...I’m not sure it’s quite me.”