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PLAYER
NAME: June.
JOURNAL: neontehsheep
IM: neont3hs3cks
E-MAIL: the.amberholic@gmail.com
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Peter Parker/Spider-Man.
FANDOM: Ultimate Spider-Man.
BACKGROUND: In short: this.
In more detail, his latest adventures include dealing with clones of himself, having his girlfriend, MJ, turned into a big hairy red monster and his dead friend, Gwen, show up on his doorstep alive and well with the addition of being able to turn into Carnage [and then having her get taken away by SHIELD], having his friend Harry killed in front of his eyes by Harry's own father, and facing his childhood friend, Eddie Brock, who was possessed by the Venom suit - originally created by Peter and Eddie's fathers in attempt to find a solution to cancer - and thought to be dead, only to get possessed by the suit himself, have his superhero outfit and web-shooters destroyed and nearly eat Captain America. Luckily, Nick Fury and the rest of the Ultimates were there to zap him with something extra-powerful, knock him unconscious and revert him back to normal -- at least, for now.
POWER: Spider powers - including increased strength, agility and reflexes, the ability to cling to walls, and a "spider sense" which alerts him whenever danger's nearby. Other than that, he's got webshooters that he built himself - except he'll have to make new ones since his current ones were ruined and he only has one spare.
CLASS: Hero.
SUPERHERO NAME: Spider-Man.
ALTER EGO: Peter Parker, and whatever job he can get.
FIRST PERSON:
Okay, hi. I just got here, my name's Spider-Man. Some of you may know me, some of you may not - in which case, I'm sure we'll all have a jolly good time getting to know each other until I find a way to get the heck out of here. But for now, I've been doing some reading in this communicator thingy, trying to get some information, and this is what I managed to make out so far:
-This city's police force disappeared a few weeks ago, and it doesn't look like the people here ever had any masked wonders running around and keeping things in check for them. So basically, they're screwed, which is why Iron Man brought us here -- which brings us to the questions, how did he even get here? What is here? There is also the obvious, how do we get out? --but I guess none of us would've been here if we knew that.
-People here are from different worlds. Different universes, even. Freaky.
-The closest thing this place has got right now to someone being in charge is - uh - that guy who writes a lot.
-Some people seem to have disappeared? Uh, do you still need help with that?
-Blue Beetle is a useful guy.
-Iron Man is watching our every move.
-Iron Man is not very talkative. Or informative. But he's a busy person, there's a lot of us, that makes sense, right? He's probably preoccupied with how to fix this situation. And. Stuff.
-The general consensus is that people here do not like Iron Man. This is horrible, you guys. It's Iron Man! I mean, yeah, he has been acting kind of like an unreasonable, uncaring jerk, but he's one of the good guys - the really good good guys! He's one of the Ultimates! I'm sure he's got a reason for doing all this, for the greater good and all. And it's, you know, IRON MAN.
--So uh, that's all I've got. Yes? No? Maybe? Anything I miss? Help would be really appreciated right now. Besides, I figure this sort of thing could be useful in case more people get here in the future.
THIRD PERSON:
Peter was not having a good week.
See, when he woke up in the morning, he thought to himself - "Hey. I'm in my bed? I'm in my bed. In my pajamas. It's the weekend. Everything's normal?" And for the entirety of three and a half minutes, everything seemed to indeed be normal - that is, with the exception of Peter becoming a big black slimy monster and fighting the Avengers and nearly eating Captain America, which might or might not have actually happened and was, either way, creepy beyond words.
But if it was just a dream, he could get over it and go on with his usual web-slinging, crime-fighting, getting-his-butt-into-incredibly-freaky-situations-he-didn't-know-how-to-solve-half-the-time routine. So he checked his computer, see if he was, in fact, running around in a symbiote suit trying to eat people with his enormous tongue and fighting the Avengers - and there it was. An e-mail from Nick Fury.
And then Peter thought, Crap.
His superhero costume was gone, so he had to put on his spare one - the one with the badly patched hole in the butt from the fight with Dock Ock. His web-shooters were wrecked, too, and he only had one spare. Wonderful. But Fury wanted him to show up, and Peter needed some answers - answers he knew there was no one else he'd be able to get them from.
So there he was, just swinging along on his way to the Triskelion, minding his own business, internally ranting to himself the whole time - and then, without warning, not even your typical blinding flash of light or anything, he found himself in some lab.
With Iron Man.
That shouldn't have been a bad thing. It was Iron Man. Iron Man was awesome. Peter loved Iron man. But it was a bad thing. In fact, it was probably one of the worst things that had ever happened to him, and all things considered, that was saying a whole damn lot. He had been stuck on an island before, and that, that was bad - but getting stuck in an entirely different dimension?? What was he supposed to do now? There was no way he could just hop a plane and get back home, was there? He had a family! He had a home! He had a life! He couldn't be here! And he sort of accidentally yelled all that at Iron Man in what might have been a minor hysteric fit! He yelled at Iron Man! He was stuck in another dimension! He still had no idea what happened to Eddie and the suit and he was probably not going to find out anytime soon either because he was stuck in another dimension!! Oh my god!!
When he was done freaking out - or at least, being as vocal about it, Iron Man handed him what he called his "dog tags". While Peter did not particularly like the sound of that at all, at that time he could really use a place to stay, at least for a little bit. So that he could curl up into a ball in the corner and weep. Or curl up into a ball on the bed and weep. Or just stand there and scream a whole lot.
Peter was not having a good week. No.