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come_sailaway2023-09-12 02:23 am
thismaskismybadge) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-12 02:23 am
You ask me "how are you?" [OPEN]
Who: Gwen Stacy & you!
What: Flowers and stuff
When: September
Where: Around the ship
Warnings: Likely superhero typical child endangerment talk, other stuff marked as we go.
Notes: Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. I don't wanna say what's on my mind [sundries]
Darcy warned Gwen about the packages pretty early on, so there's a healthy mix of apprehension and excitement when she gets her first summons to pick something up. New powers or other similar changes? No thank you, she would really rather not, but the more mundane things?
When the first package is blatantly her drums she almost squeals. Almost. She manages to rein it in to a single, excited bounce before shamelessly ripping the wrapping off then and there to confirm that yes, it is her drums. Blue-purple and with the Mary Janes logo stamped on the front.
The second package, though, that's... it can't be what it looks like, right? Except yes, yes it is what it looks like. It's an over 6ft wide white spider plush, bigger than she is and all gangly limbs. Gwen blinks at it.
"Okay you have got to be kidding me. This is twice now—" she mutters to herself, already trying to figure out how to pick the thing up. Weight isn't an issue, but the size is just unwieldy, and...
Shoot. How is she supposed to move this and her drums? Help?
2. I know if I tell you, you won't look at me the same [Redbud, homesickness]
The first time Gwen encounters the newly sprouting flowers, she doesn't know better. You don't get a lot of time to stop and smell the flowers in the life she'd led for the last few years and this place is so devoid of life that she can't resist giving some pretty little pink blooms a sniff. She even plucks some from where they're growing, even though she has no idea what she'd ever do with them.
When the homesickness hits, she... honestly just thinks it's her. That it's finally hitting her that home is even further out of reach than it already had been for months, since she left 65B for the Spider-Society.
She misses her world. She misses her dad. She misses it all and there's nothing she can do about it because she's never going to see them again. She's not even going to ever see 928B or 138B, her homes away from home, again. She's detached from everything she knows and if she hadn't so much practice dragging herself out of bed when she thought the guilt of killing Peter was gonna kill her, she wouldn't even make it out of bed on the days she's affected.
But even when she does, it's like she's going through the motions. And sometimes she just can't. Sometimes she ends up crying in a corner of the library, or behind a piece of equipment in the gym, or whilst floating in the pool staring up at the sky.
She hates it. She even tries to hide it when someone comes near, but it's not much use.
3. That's why it's bottled up inside [Dandelions, flight]
She blows her first dandelion on what feels like a childish whim. She blows the rest on purpose. There's something comforting about twisting through the air again, when she's been relatively grounded since getting here; it's not the same as swinging through the city, but she can twist and flip and propel herself along, so it's good enough.
Catch her floating around on any of the outside decks, waving at anyone below, or occasionally through the halls or parts of the ship like the atrium or promenade with high ceilings.
"You should give it a try," she might comment to anyone not floating, "this is fun."
4. I think I'm the worst, criticize everything 'til it hurts [Poppy, dreams]
She could be just about anywhere when the effect of a nearby poppy hits and she drifts into a heavy, dreamful sleep. The lounge, the theatre, anywhere on the promenade, out by the pool or up in the gym. It's the deepest sleep she's had in months, sometimes she even looks peaceful.
But find yourself affected by the same flower, and you might find yourself in the vibrant, watercolour dreams that fill her mind as she sleeps. You're in a city, towering buildings covered in warm-toned gradients of purples, oranges, pinks, surrounded by people that seem just a little blurry. Or you're in a theatre, the stage awash in vivid technicolour that changes with the beat of the music around you. Or you're in what must be a building, for the way it's filled with rubble, but you couldn't know what kind from looking; everything is painted a pinkish red.
Welcome to Gwen's world.
5. If you knew me better you'd like me worse [bellona's theatre]
One way or another, she gets her drums to the theatre. And so multiple times a week here she is, drumming away, no care for the volume. Even some days when the Redbud's effects linger, she manages to drag herself out there to beat away until she feels a little better. Like she's releasing all her grief through the rhythm.
You can get her attention, though she might look a little blankly at you for a moment before she catches up to reality.
6. It's T.M.I, T.M.I, T.M.I [wildcard]
Find me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
bluecitrine or at artisticblueteam/in the discord, or just throw something at her. Open to other flowers if you've got an idea.
What: Flowers and stuff
When: September
Where: Around the ship
Warnings: Likely superhero typical child endangerment talk, other stuff marked as we go.
Notes: Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style.
1. I don't wanna say what's on my mind [sundries]
Darcy warned Gwen about the packages pretty early on, so there's a healthy mix of apprehension and excitement when she gets her first summons to pick something up. New powers or other similar changes? No thank you, she would really rather not, but the more mundane things?
When the first package is blatantly her drums she almost squeals. Almost. She manages to rein it in to a single, excited bounce before shamelessly ripping the wrapping off then and there to confirm that yes, it is her drums. Blue-purple and with the Mary Janes logo stamped on the front.
The second package, though, that's... it can't be what it looks like, right? Except yes, yes it is what it looks like. It's an over 6ft wide white spider plush, bigger than she is and all gangly limbs. Gwen blinks at it.
"Okay you have got to be kidding me. This is twice now—" she mutters to herself, already trying to figure out how to pick the thing up. Weight isn't an issue, but the size is just unwieldy, and...
Shoot. How is she supposed to move this and her drums? Help?
2. I know if I tell you, you won't look at me the same [Redbud, homesickness]
The first time Gwen encounters the newly sprouting flowers, she doesn't know better. You don't get a lot of time to stop and smell the flowers in the life she'd led for the last few years and this place is so devoid of life that she can't resist giving some pretty little pink blooms a sniff. She even plucks some from where they're growing, even though she has no idea what she'd ever do with them.
When the homesickness hits, she... honestly just thinks it's her. That it's finally hitting her that home is even further out of reach than it already had been for months, since she left 65B for the Spider-Society.
She misses her world. She misses her dad. She misses it all and there's nothing she can do about it because she's never going to see them again. She's not even going to ever see 928B or 138B, her homes away from home, again. She's detached from everything she knows and if she hadn't so much practice dragging herself out of bed when she thought the guilt of killing Peter was gonna kill her, she wouldn't even make it out of bed on the days she's affected.
But even when she does, it's like she's going through the motions. And sometimes she just can't. Sometimes she ends up crying in a corner of the library, or behind a piece of equipment in the gym, or whilst floating in the pool staring up at the sky.
She hates it. She even tries to hide it when someone comes near, but it's not much use.
3. That's why it's bottled up inside [Dandelions, flight]
She blows her first dandelion on what feels like a childish whim. She blows the rest on purpose. There's something comforting about twisting through the air again, when she's been relatively grounded since getting here; it's not the same as swinging through the city, but she can twist and flip and propel herself along, so it's good enough.
Catch her floating around on any of the outside decks, waving at anyone below, or occasionally through the halls or parts of the ship like the atrium or promenade with high ceilings.
"You should give it a try," she might comment to anyone not floating, "this is fun."
4. I think I'm the worst, criticize everything 'til it hurts [Poppy, dreams]
She could be just about anywhere when the effect of a nearby poppy hits and she drifts into a heavy, dreamful sleep. The lounge, the theatre, anywhere on the promenade, out by the pool or up in the gym. It's the deepest sleep she's had in months, sometimes she even looks peaceful.
But find yourself affected by the same flower, and you might find yourself in the vibrant, watercolour dreams that fill her mind as she sleeps. You're in a city, towering buildings covered in warm-toned gradients of purples, oranges, pinks, surrounded by people that seem just a little blurry. Or you're in a theatre, the stage awash in vivid technicolour that changes with the beat of the music around you. Or you're in what must be a building, for the way it's filled with rubble, but you couldn't know what kind from looking; everything is painted a pinkish red.
Welcome to Gwen's world.
5. If you knew me better you'd like me worse [bellona's theatre]
One way or another, she gets her drums to the theatre. And so multiple times a week here she is, drumming away, no care for the volume. Even some days when the Redbud's effects linger, she manages to drag herself out there to beat away until she feels a little better. Like she's releasing all her grief through the rhythm.
You can get her attention, though she might look a little blankly at you for a moment before she catches up to reality.
6. It's T.M.I, T.M.I, T.M.I [wildcard]
Find me at