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[wallcrawler]

Who: Peter Parker
Broadcast: [Unintentional] Video
Action: Huntress peeps!
When: Backdated to his arrival on the 1st!

[In keeping with the whole "nobody warned him about any of this" trend that'd been going on, Pete had only been on the Marsiva for a few minutes before being beamed right off it to another ship. So, anyone aboard the Huntress, surprise! There's now a tiny teenager just falling to the deck like somebody'd yanked a chair out from under him. And the Atroma had been nice enough to make sure the network station on the bridge recorded the whole thing. How thoughtful.]

Seriously?! At least warn-

[...and getting his book bag dropped on him. There'd obviously been some oversight, and it was teleported in just in time to conspire with gravity to add injury to insult. Somehow, the tinny fanfare and confetti weren't quite enough to make up for the inconvenience. Maybe give the shoeless kid a hand? It might be just a little mean to leave him there, who knows what else might get beamed in after him. He seems more concerned with rubbing at the back of his head where he'd been attacked by his own school supplies than getting out of the way, after all.]

Okay, officially over space- can I wake up now?

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[video]

[the_tailor]

[Well. Ouch. Attacked via backpack cannot be fun. Lance gives him a sympathetic look along with a little smile.]

Yeah, about that... You better settle in, 'cause you might be here a while.

[wallcrawler]

[Okay, not exactly the helpful words of encouragement he was hoping for here, but at least he's been spared further mockery.]

Settle in where? I didn't even have time to figure out where I was ten minutes ago!

[Also is there a system for settling in to your interstellar kidnappings or is this just something you play by ear?]

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[tempredmental]

[Keith flinched when the bag hit the kid on the head, but then couldn't help the small laugh.]

Just don't step on your pudding.

[wallcrawler]

[Okay, well, at least this time around he's been beamed over somewhere with another actual person on it. He'll take dingy and populated over sterile and disturbingly empty any day.]

I'll do my best.

[Why was there pudding what was wrong with this place? Still, he does appreciate the warning- better than adding that to the list of things gone wrong today. So he'll just be climbing back up to his feet now, and slinging his stuff over his shoulder and trying to brush off what confetti he can.]

That...isn't gonna be a regular thing, right?

[tempredmental]

What? Jumping around like that? Not really. Though, people have been known to be bumped to new ships once in a while against their will.

[Keith shrugged.]

I'm Keith. Ship's pilot. Welcome to the Huntress.

[wallcrawler]

I don't suppose that's something I can just opt-out of now, huh?

[BUT, slightly worrying topics aside, just because he's now part of some weird intergalactic kidnapping scheme doesn't mean he has to skip out on being polite. So he'll go ahead and just offer Keith a hand.]

Peter Parker, though must people just go with "Pete." Ship's...uh...

[Wait he just got here, does he even have a station? Did he get sent here to have one, even?]

...captive?

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked mildly confused.]

Do you know what augment you got?

[He pointed to a spot behind his own left ear. Peter should have one, too, as far as Keith knew.]

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[passingthrough]

[He looks so familiar. She pauses, trying to get a better view as he gets things dumped on his head.]

It might take space longer to be over you.

[wallcrawler]

[Groooooan]

Please don't encourage it.

[He should probably go ahead and get out of the way though, just in case whoever's manning the teleporter decides to go for bonus points. Next up might be the space rocks. Which, while admittedly at least a little awesome, would probably hurt even more.

So he'll just gather up his things and get up now, trying to brush off any confetti that stuck with him.]

[passingthrough]

But I have such an enthusiastic, natural cheerleader quality to me. How could I not? [Said extra dryly with a smirk just dawning on her lips at the end.]

[wallcrawler]

Only if the next cheer is for something a little softer. Pillows would be nice.

[Well on the bright side, he's been momentarily distracted from moping about the whole situation. Outwardly, anyway. The drawback here is now he's going to play along.]

I'll even settle for the decorative throw variety!

[passingthrough]

[This banter? Also familiar.]

I could cheer for a million dollars as long as I'm at it. That's pretty soft unless it comes in quarters.

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[onlyanapple]

What an entrance. I give you a seven out of ten.

Also, there's no waking up. This is your life now. Better get used to a whole lot more space, kiddo.

[wallcrawler]

What's a ten take, the whole locker?

[That one he couldn't quite catch in time, but hey. Who could blame someone who'd just been Attacked By Books for being a little mouthy, huh? At least he was polite enough to keep it to a bit grumbling under his breath.

But, yay- more space. While ordinarily that'd sound just fine, space has kind of made a lousy first impression, here.]

Y'know, as fun as that sounds, the only place I wanna boldly go right now is home.

[onlyanapple]

Pretty much, yeah.

[So much more space. He chuckles. ]

'Fraid that's not happening. We're all stuck here, and so far there doesn't seem to be an out.

[wallcrawler]

Aaaand for once I'm happy with the C...

[His mutterings aside, Crowley you are really really bad at inspiring confidence, wow.]

Okay, and where is "here," exactly? You know, other than "space."

[onlyanapple]

Some system. But generally, you're a member of the Drift Fleet. It's a reality TV show- I'm assuming you know what those are. You're giving off a modern teenager vibe.

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[speedboat]

[ howard stalks new arrivals to the huntress like a bad ex. some days he wants her back, but most of the time he just wants to make sure she's taken care of. and there's something... intriguing about this kid. other than his overwhelming clumsiness.

howard waves gently in greeting. he'd never been great with knowing how to talk to kids, but that just meant he spoke to them more-or-less as adults. which ultimately was better than the alternative. ] You might want to move to the left a bit. [ he gestures to the beam from whence he came. ]

[wallcrawler]

Why? They just tossed out everything I had with me, what else can they do, send in the chair?

[...okay you know what.

No.

He's gonna just scoot a little.

It's probably best not to tempt fate, here.]

[speedboat]

Attaboy. [ much smarter to just listen 2 howard by his estimation. of course that follows since he is howard. ] There's something you oughta learn and learn fast: they can do whatever they want. And they will. All the time.

[wallcrawler]

Okay, and who's "they," exactly? I mean, personally, I kinda prefer knowing who exactly has it out for me.

[For more reasons than he's willing to share here, tbh]

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[tsunergy]

[oh boy, that's a ruckus. at least Atroma's seen fit to boost their ranks somewhat, considering the hit they've taken to their numbers on the Huntress lately. Though replacing some ancient elves with a human kid is an interesting choice... well, it's not like anything the Atroma do ever makes sense.

Mikleo lets Keith handle the introductions and whatnot - probably better to leave that to the visible ones - but once Peter gets past the bridge, he's just gonna quietly... subtly... creep along after him. he's mostly just test-driving the kid's resonance for the moment.]

[wallcrawler]

[I mean, it's not really all that weird he'd try to explore the ship on his own, right? It's a perfectly natural response to being yanked across universes- gotta be sure everything's actually as safe as it looks. And once Mikleo starts following him around, it definitely doesn't feel that way.

Pete can't really see him, but he does get that familiar tingle in the back of his head. The one that usually warns him that something's Not Quite Right and possibly about to hurt him.

He'll try to mask it as best he can, but he does actually chance a glance in Mikleo's direction during his wandering. He still can't see him, and to be honest that's driving him a little nuts, but he definitely knows there's someone- or something- there. But he won't chance saying anything about it, not yet at least.

Instead, once he's certain he's got someone following him, he'll just duck into the first open room he can, and pull his own disappearing act- most people aren't in the habit of looking up when they enter a room, after all. And it's probably even less common when it's a kitchen they're dealing with, right?]

[tsunergy]

[The glances are intriguing; Mikleo would have actually stopped following him before too long if he hadn't gotten the impression that his presence was being noticed in some small way. So he keeps the pace, pondering how to go about breaking the ice. With the kid so tense, he's likely to jump if he speaks out, or worse, maybe even attack...

He's still mulling over his options when he turns into the kitchen and- oh. Wait, he's gone? How in the world...?]

....Huh.

[Spoken aloud, invisibly, into a seemingly empty kitchen.]

[wallcrawler]

[Okay this was just getting unsettling. He'd been hoping that being up close would let him see...well, something. Anything that would indicate there was a person there. Like maybe some kind of weird shimmery light field to suggest it was all some high tech alien cloaking device or something. But no, he just couldn't see them. Great.

But he could at least hear whoever this person was. So he'd go ahead and hope for the best- for whatever it was worth, he wasn't getting murdery bad guy vibes from them so...he'll just quietly move across the ceiling to drop down a nice respectable distance off to one side of them. If he was gonna be dropping right behind someone, he'd at least be nice enough to do it from outside arm's reach.]

Alright, I give up- who's there? And why can't I see you?

[There was obviously someone there after all- paranoid delusions don't usually say "huh," right? ...probably.]