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hey, so, full disclosure: this is super weird for me. i've never done this before. like, classically when i tell people bad stuff happens so i sorta don't tell anyone, but uh, here goes:

so i've got... superpowers. it feels like?? that's not that big a deal around here. some people are like 9 ft tall and can do magic (???) and have full robotic wings so it's just nbd but also for me it kinda is a big deal so it's a little scary to be upfront about this but i super duper did just liveblog my spider wall-crawling to the entire team during the last mission pandora's box is way open so yeah i have superpowers

( and apparently he's no better at trying to send brain messages, RIP friendos, his brain is just Like This )

but anyway, uh... since there are a lot of us, maybe if you wanna, we can... share??? nothing more than you are comfortable with, obviously, and trust me if you wanna hang back and stay quiet i get it. back home, i can't share this stuff. it gets people hurt. i was just thinking here, maybe... and since there's a ton of you like me or not even like me but different too, i don't know. maybe it'd be good for us to know who can do what? what we're all capable of? things we should look out for?

i guess i should go first. i, uh... can crawl on walls. everybody saw that (SIDEBAR that is my bad for that shaky camera work if i gave you motion sickness i am so so so sorry). i'm pretty strong too. and maybe be careful trying to touch me or throw things at me bc my senses make me react if it seems like a threat and i'm not super good at turning it off. i'm trying though. i have webslingers too, for flyin around?? so that's cool

uh... that's it? ama? i'll try and answer... or you can tell me anything, if you wanna talk shop. if you wanna keep things dl, private works. trust that i get it, this feels so viscerally uncomfortable, like those went to school in ur underwear dreams, only i really did it, holy snickerdoodle, i really hope this does not blow up in my face

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Hey. You gotta practice. Work up your upper arm strength. ( he admits that probably she should save the push-ups for after the stab wounds have healed up some. he's clearly approaching the med bay, if she remembers the route to how she got there. ) Maybe start on the holodeck and work your way up to mid mission webslinging. It's harder than it looks, you don't wanna know how many times I've bellyflopped a building.

( without much warning, Peter zwoops through the medbay door and skitters across the floor, like a dog that took a corner full tilt and didn't realize how much momentum they had. he recovers admirably, though. )

Twenty seven. It's 27. ( he's been... keeping a running total? apparently so. also, hi. no vid feed needed -- here he is, in the flesh. Peter skirts closer to take the chair next to Ziggy, expression apologetic and concerned despite his attempts to keep it normal and not heavy for the girl in a hospital bed. ) Look, I'm guessing you don't wanna talk about it? But uh, if you do. You can. Otherwise I can tell you more about Dip'n Dots. The future of ice cream is bleak.

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[She watches this scene — the dramatic dog skidding, that is — with raised eyebrows and thinks: Ah. So he's a cute idiot. Honestly not the worst thing to be in life, and at least he doesn't totally eat shit and hit a wall at 60 mph.

She's not sure if she's smiling at the almost-wall-faceplant or imagining 27 belly flops; maybe both, now that she thinks about it.]

Glad to know you're good at math. [But then he says that, and her smile wavers into something a little bitter. Not toward him, but. Y'know. Life in general.] You usually do that? Slide into a room and offer either therapy or Dip'n Dots discourse?

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( well not this time he didn't. he'll hold out on that 28 for a different time!!! )

Not really? Believe it or not, this is the most I've ever talked about Dip'N Dots in my entire life. There's probably not much more to tell. I think they added mix ins recently. ( another detail to add to cute idiot pile: rambling. ) I just know what it's like to have ... bad stuff happen, and how it feels to hold onto all of it all on your own.

( it sucks. it makes every step a little heavier, it's like someone turned down the brightness on the entire world. dulled things that used to be good, used to be your favorite, used to make you happy. and if he's supposed to tell her eventually it all goes back to normal, he can't tell her that. but a little closer from where she is now, sure. )

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[She scoffs, a bitter sound more than anything. It's a raw nerve, one left out in the open and sensitive to the touch. Sometimes it feels like just moments ago that everything had happened. It feels like it's never going to lessen. Time heals all wounds? How? Especially when you're suspended in it?]

I don't know, Spider-Man. This bad stuff is pretty bad.

[She runs a hand over the sore spots on her neck, trying to chase away the feeling of Tommy squeezing there as hard as he can.]

Unless you're used to undead serial killers trying to kill you and everyone around you.