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[made_up_names]

[ So here's a new kid on the network tonight. Trying to find an angle that lets him hide at least some of his nervousness. Or at least lets him use it to channel his best impression of a Definitely Normal Team, No Superheroics Here Honest. He mostly just looks awkward and nerdy, which is … accurate anyway, so let’s go with that. ]

Hey - um, so I’m Peter. Peter Parker. And I just got here, and -

[ He’s read through what’s left of his files, he’s read through the last couple weeks of posts just to get a feel for things. After that, he has one incredibly important question: ]

Did I seriously just barely miss out on a Death Star being here? For real? That’s not fair. Please tell me it’s coming back at some point.

[ That’s probably an objectively incorrect thing to want, but. Look. That would have made his entire life. He could die happy. For the second time. Well, the second time dying, first time dying happy. Anyway, he turns reluctantly to the list of actual serious questions he made. Not enough time to ask them all (unless he just takes in a breath and rapid fire asks all of them in thirty seconds) so he’ll just pick one for now. ]

So, school. How is that working out for people who still hafta go? And can you like … argue with it at all? Because I’m all for finishing high school, but this is my third time going into sophomore year and I’m starting to feel like that movie with the Ghostbuster being depressed in Pennsylvania.

(( OOC: Spoilers for Far From Home are likely, but I can avoid them if necessary! ))

Comments

[nightmarist]

Gold star for effort.

[made_up_names]

You're seriously still not gonna tell me?

[nightmarist]

It won't make sense to you anyway.

[made_up_names]

[ The blandest look. ]

Try me.

[nightmarist]

[ WHY are you forcing him to say this word, Peter. ]

Demiurge.

[made_up_names]

[ He brightens a little. ]

Oh, hey, cool man. I have some classmates who are asexual.

[nightmarist]

[nightmarist]

Different kind of demi.

[made_up_names]

Really? What kind is it?

[ Genuinely curious! ]

[nightmarist]

It's a fancy way of saying Creator with a capital C.

[made_up_names]

Whoa. Okay. I think I get what you mean now.

[nightmarist]

Do you, though?

[made_up_names]

Sure I do. I'm pretty sure you're like an RPG summon.

[nightmarist]

Yeah, you get it.

[made_up_names]

Awesome. So. That's pretty neat. All I can do is stick to stuff, so I'm a little jealous.

[nightmarist]

You don't have to be. I'm not exclusive.

[made_up_names]

What do you mean?

[nightmarist]

Other people can use me. Like a bonus superpower.

[made_up_names]

... Wait, really? How does that even work?

[nightmarist]

Kind of like possession in reverse.

[made_up_names]

Me possessing you?

[nightmarist]

Yes and no. I possess you, but that means you control me. Like a genie, but the magic lamp is your brain and there's infinite wishes.

[made_up_names]

[ Oh. That. Peter flinches involuntarily, some of that happy nerd façade cracking visibly. ]

No thanks.

[nightmarist]

I know. Creepy shit, huh.

[made_up_names]

Yeah, uh. No offense. I think I'll pass.