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October 20th, 2007

[Scene with Dr. Strange and Wong - time has no meaning!]

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New York is not a city for the blatantly curious, so Peter doesn't have to wait too long this afternoon for a discreet moment to slip under the DO NOT CROSS tape barring up the entrance of Alphabet City's next-to-be-added Starbucks. He kicks his pathetically slim duffel bag behind the door, stirring up a cloud of dust as he does so.

Trying not to hack up a lung, he looks around at the dark half-wreckage of what used to be Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum. "Doc? Wong?" he coughs. "Er, anyone home?"

((Scene will be continued in comments here.))

September 30th, 2007

RECAP!

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((This post is all OOC catch-up on what Peter's been up to for the past few weeks. FYI, the dates on the backdated entries are chronologically ordered but nonexact - that is, the entry listed under "August 8th" does come before the one listed under "August 20th," but that doesn't mean the events of either of those entries actually happened on those dates. I just spaced out the logs and other postdated entries out for my own convienience as I put them up.))

The events of Battle Royale left Peter's emotional state in a bit of a mess, not in the least because he was forced to mercy-kill Norman Osborn, his worst nemesis, and discovered that he really did care for the old psychopath after all. Restored to life by what turned out to be godly mojo, he decides that the best way to stop the cycle of death and destruction once and for all is to sleep with Norman Osborn. Repeatedly.

Oh, superhero logic.

In a move that surprises no one, Norman agrees, provided that certain conditions are met. And so it begins!

Although Norman and Hermes haven't really acted married in ages, Peter quickly comes to his senses, sorta-kinda, long enough to realize that he just helped cuckold a god. He apologizes, and we're going to pretend that actually happened a while back and isn't a backdated post. Semi-unrelatedly, since Hermes was too busy sulking to pay attention to him anyway, Hermes confessed to his role in the Battle Royale.

But Peter and a number of the other survivors weren't really convinced, so they did some investigating of their own, and found out that Amber Dolios was also involved. Peter was a tad upset, since he'd been in her wedding party right before getting kidnapped, and was currently staying out in her apartment while a fugitive in his own universe. Ruh-oh!

A little later, Mayday Parker found out about the relationship and was not thrilled; neither was Tony Stark. Norman and Hermes broke up shortly thereafter. Peter and Norman talked about it.

There was another player in the soap opera who didn't know yet - Namor, Prince of Atlantis, also Peter's friend. And ex. Who really liked to play war of the alpha male with Norman, much to Peter's chagrin.

The relationship didn't last much past that, and the break-up was a bit of a doozy.

Still riding the emotional surf of that, he went to deal with some unfinished business - namely, going to confront Amber and the other Norman Osborn about having helped Hermes orchestrate Battle Royale. You know, by offering up Peter, his own Norman and thirty-odd other people up as human sacrifices, all that jazz. The conversation ended on an impasse, with Peter demanding that Amber (and Norman, but mostly Amber) take responsibility for her actions and Amber insisting that she and her unborn child would be in danger if she did.

Most recently, Peter's been skipping from apartment to apartment - a few days at Flash's, a few days at Betty's - visiting his Aunt May (who is still in a coma but safe thanks to some bizarre reality hijinx), and keeping his head low. He's not entirely sure what to make of Amber's recent confession to the Nexus. Especially the part where she says he forced her.

This is the angst that never ends/
Yes it goes on and on my friends/

August 29th, 2007

LOG V.

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The end. )

August 23rd, 2007

LOG IV.

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((Transcript of IRC log.))

Kinda long. )

August 15th, 2007

LOG III.

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((After Hermes and Norman break up.))

A conversation. )

August 13th, 2007

LOG II.

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The trainwreck continues... )

August 9th, 2007

[Prayer to Hermes.]

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Peter, though rarely secure in the fiscal sense, has never been outright dumb with his money. He's also a poor drinker and knows it. So anyone who knows him would probably be quite surprised to see him sitting on a rooftop this balmy August evening with a very fine bottle of wine, a cork opener, and a punch bowl.

It's beginning to occur to him, although he's sure as heck not going to say it out loud tonight, that where the Greek gods are concerned, prayer is an awful lot like bribery. Tonight's prayer goes a little like this, as he uncorks the bottle:

"Honored Hermes of the New City -

"Um. I offer you this wine which I really can't afford as a gesture of my respect and affection for you. I hope you still accept me as one of your heroes - warriors - I still don't get what the terminology is, exactly ... and I'm really sorry about last night...

"I'm making a total hash job out of this. Sorry, sorry, sorry - I'm really sorry. Me and Norman - I really feel I have to do this, like if I don't it's going to be death and - you know, that - all over again. And I love him. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first, and this is both my apology and the respect I should give you more often.

"Sorry, sorry. Please don't smite me. Or if you do - please take care of my aunt. She deserves better than me, anyway. If you've been helping her out recently, the whole insurance thing ... thanks for that.

"Uh ... amen? Yeah."

He pours out the wine.

August 8th, 2007

Battle Royale - the clean-up

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Peter is sending out a PINpoint message to the other survivors of the Battle Royale incident that he can think of, with coordinates included to his location.

"Am now in the Clinics with the guy who ran the island and another brainwashed lady. Both talking about a goddess. Don't think it's Hermes. He was hiding something - want to know what.

R u curious?

K srry bout txtspk. This hurts my thmbs. Incl. coords hurry up."


((There is no particular need to tag in this post, as it is just for ICly directing characters towards the Clinics. Just to clarify!))

August 1st, 2007

LOG.

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((First of several posts filling in Spidey's activities over the past few weeks. Takes off from here. Scene: somewhere in a nice Nexus woods.))

... )

July 29th, 2007

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((Sorry this journal's been a bit quiet! RL, doncha know. Will try and get my ducks in a row and back to posting over the next couple of days, but hopefully you'll see me around in DM and IRC occasionally in the meantime.))

July 21st, 2007

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So, you know what extra-specially sucks about being a fugitive, today?

Not being able to get the last Harry Potter book without being arrested. Seriously, this is going to drive me nuts. It's not that I'm all that gaga about the series, but the moment I get excluded it's like the entire city is talking about it. I mean ... jeez. You'd think taxi drivers on their late night shifts would rather talk about internet porn or something, but nooooo, it's all about whether Harry and Hermione will finally get together.

Which, besides being total denial, is pretty weird to contemplate, since I'm pretty sure I've met at least one Hermione and about three Harrys by now. And Snape, of course.



((The mun would like to note that she is not a shipper, and remembers when Draco/Hermione was such an exotic, freakish idea that it could get you flamed right out of fandom. Thank you. And now, off to read the book.))

July 13th, 2007

[locked to friends, as per the usual!]

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I guess I've been lying low this week. Haven't put the suit on since I got back from the island... not really sure what to do with it right now, I guess, but that suit and the things I did there just don't match up. I'm trying to be realistic about things, but I just can't wear it right now. So mostly I've been crashing on couches. Won't say where, obviously.

Of course I checked in with Aunt May first. I thought - I was scared she'd be gone, or back at Stark Towers, or I don't know what, but ... instead no one even seems to have missed me, and I get told by one of the doctors that she's happy to tell me that my - that the patient's "insurance difficulties" have finally been resolved because they finally found her file in the system. She followed that up with some basic technobabble about probably having lost May's information during some routine directory reshuffling a few months ago, which would be all well and good, except - we were paying cash. Actually, Ellie and Dr. Anders were paying cash, and I owe them big. Now we're apparently covered by insurance.

What the heck is going on?

June 2nd, 2007

[[e-mail to [info]queen_goblin.]]

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Parker,

I had no right to say what I said, where I said it, at the time I said it. I'm really, really sorry, and I'm a huge jerk to boot.

- Peter

May 7th, 2007

[locked to <lj user

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Look, Ock...

Sorry about haring off before. It's a sore point. I - I'm glad you're thinking things over, at least.

April 30th, 2007

[[still locked to friends!]]

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So, this weekend, I went to a poker game where we all tried very hard not to look at the empty seat where Steve used to sit, and failed miserably. It was a nice try, Benjy - I'd even give you the cigar if I weren't broke - but eesh. (Logan, don't think I didn't see you trying to follow me home, because I did.)

Then Mayfair burned down. Everyone's fine, and my apartment's one of the ones that are completely undamaged, but in all the confusion, all my stuff that I'd stashed away there in case of emergency got stolen from the sidewalk.

Man, forget being up the creek without the paddle. I think I might actually be the paddle. On the plus side, today I got a free donut, so life's not all bad.

April 25th, 2007

((Meme thang.))

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So, while my pup is being a mopey li'l brat ... tell me what your pup thinks of mine, and I shall reciprocate!

Also, ask me for 'five things' lists! (As in: "Peter's five favorite foods", "Five people Peter would set aflame, not that he believes in violence", etc.)

April 24th, 2007

[[post locked to friends, comment feature ICly removed.]]

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Cap was shot by a sniper in front of the courthouse this afternoon, and pronounced DOA at the hospital.

I just thought I'd let you guys know. I'm going to go back and sit with Aunt May for a bit, now.

April 11th, 2007

[[locked locked locked to Spidey's friends/allies.]]

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Sorry I've been away, folks, it's been a busy ---
Week? Two weeks?

... Aunt May's hurt. She was shot, she's in a coma, and I've been taking care of her, with more help than I could possibly have hoped for from [info]simply_ellie and [info]master_simon. We're getting along, more or less, although I think the doctors are getting a bit ... nervous about some of the documentation for Ms. Reilly...

She's not under her current name because, well, the turf war between the registered and unregistered heroes is over, and we lost. Some people died, Captain America surrendered to stop the carnage, and those of us on his side who didn't accept the amnesty are on the run. I had just enough time to get back to May at the hotel and start packing our things when the sniper found us - not a government sniper, I don't know who sent him, but by God I will -

Sorry, this is hard to write about. It's not storytime, but I know you guys want to know ... anyway. She hasn't woken up yet. But she's tough, and she will.

I'm all right. Mostly too tired to think. Thinking about you guys. Contradicting myself.

((If you don't know whether your pup can see this, just ask.))

March 30th, 2007

[locked to [info]simply_ellie, and sent by PINpoint text for good measure.]

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Ellie, everything's cool. I've got an image inducer - disguisey thing. Can you make arrangements for "Mrs. Reilly's" grandson, uh, Fred to come and visit her?

March 24th, 2007

[A call.] ((spoilers as altered by Nexus continuity.))

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Twenty stories up, Peter clings to the wall of the hospital and dials his PINpoint, fingers shaking. Please, let her be there, let him be with her.

Click. He doesn't even give her a chance to say anything before he speaks. "Ellie?"
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