( CLOSED & OPEN ) STARTER BASE + HOLLOWS

[conversed]

▶ WHO: Clint Barton, Thomas "I Do Love Ponies" Edison, Peter Parker + OTHERS
▶ DATE: July 10th 2015
▶ WARNINGS: N/A
▶ SUMMARY: Heading to Hollows after discussing strategy (??). The initial thread will be closed, but there will be open starters for once they reach Hollows (or if they split up on the way, bad decisions pending).

[ individual starters in comments! ]

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CLOSED | peter & thomas

[conversed]

[ "Sun up" is a loose term, and in this case it means roughly an hour after actual sun up. No valid reason, he just didn't want to wake up. When he does, the view's still the same: standard mysterious base, bland hallways, creepy messages on doors. Clint stops for coffee anyway, and he's got a bow in one hand, nondescript mug in the other when he wanders into the lab housing the message board.

And bandages. On his nose, and recent bruises, and — he doesn't look entirely credible, really, but then he's meeting a guy who slept on the lab floor, so. He takes a second to look over the board for updates and chug his (bad) coffee, then glances over his shoulder to the rest of the room. ]

Wakey wakey, eggs and...

[ Hollows?? Cheesecake?? Do the kitchens have eggs or bacon. Whatever, ARE YOU AWAKE. ]

[shuckit]

[ from the other side of the room, there will be a sound of jerked, sudden movement and rustling of fabric, immediately followed by a loud thump. like a teenager's head hitting the underside of the lab table he was sleeping beneath. plus, a hissed shuck, which, is not 'fuck', but is close. ]

Eggs and what?

[ legitmately confused, because he grew up in a lab, and then lost all his memories, and then grew up (???) in a glade in the middle of a huge ass maze and they made up their own slang and dumb phrases. either way, after thomas drags himself up, he's sluggishly blinking at clint for a moment, before looking down at his hands and frowning. dude. ]

You don't even have eggs...

[ worst wake up call e v e r . ]

[taction]

[ peter wanders into the lab just in time to overhear their conversation. he looks as good as ever, which is to say, disheveled and crumpled in every respect, hands relaxed on the straps of his backpack. leaving the compound as peter parker isn't the best idea, but bringing out the spandex in such close quarters seems equally risky. he barely keeps aunt may in the dark, and she trusts him implicitly. ]

[ as he shuffles over: ] Bakey. [ said as if it's a known fact. ] It's a funny saying, like — sorry, do they not have jokes in the future? Or bacon? Did you run out?

[ joking, but also not. ]

[conversed]

Sounds horrifying.

[ Dry, and he's only spared them both the briefest of looks before looking back to the board — gangly and young, both of them. Younger than he'd like for a makeshift mission, but maybe around Kate's age, so... well, hypocrisy isn't exactly beyond him, but he tries to sideline it for now. He reaches out to flatten the edge of a scrap of paper on the board, reading the new scrawls along the corner.

Same hand that he's holding his coffee in, of course, and a bit of it spills down the side of the mug. ]

Do either of you have weapons?

[shuckit]

Yeah. Epidemic, only the funny people and pigs weren't immune.

[ thomas is pretty much terrible at jokes, tbh, because that sounds completely serious when it comes out of his mouth, as he sets about pulling himself out of his makehshift bed, and grabbing the military pack from the ground next to his mattress. ]

Machete, knives, couple guns.

[ the guns he'd picked up last. he doesn't like having them, but isn't stupid enough to go out there with just a few blades. ]

There's a weapons shed if we need more.

[taction]

[ He eyes Clint's spill with a little wariness, mouth softening into a line. Banding with civilian survivors is his only option, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

At the talk of weapons, Peter looks past Clint and Thomas more than at them. ]

I have a thing. [ said with complete confidence, though he's sure the words will inspire doubt. ] It's a science thing. Very effective.

[ did that sound intelligent?? bullshit bullshit bullshit ]

[conversed]

Oookay.

[ Small army, check. Clint finally pays Thomas more attention than the mosaic of post-its when he lists off the weapons, brows arching upwards in bemusement. ]

Gonna say we don't need more. [ A pause, then: ] Machete? Really?

[ Not the point. Good for close combat, just — good for very gory, very lethal close combat. There's a reason the Avengers don't use machetes. Clint shakes the question off a second later, distracted by the other answer, which is... at the other end of the spectrum. ]

What kind of science thing?

[ You didn't really think 'science thing' was going to fly, did you. ]

[shuckit]

[ peter, you're getting squinted at so hard.

though he does pause to shoot a look back at clint, before shrugging nonchalantly. ]

Hasn't failed me yet.

[ one of the few weapons they had in the glade, and something newt used to carry around on him a lot. maybe it's part sentiment, but there's practicality as well. chances are, if he's in an altercation with the things outside, they already got too close to him for any other options.

however, some of the knives are throwing knives, which he's developed... some level of proficiency for. ]

Might want a back up. [ said to peter about his... science thing. ]

sorry for the wait!

[taction]

[ Peter makes an effort to prolong the silence, hoping to wait them out. It's obvious the topic makes him uncomfortable from the way he rolls on the balls of his feet and fiddles with the hem of his shirt, glancing around the room for an easy out — a compelling explanation.

Of course, Thomas and Clint will definitely, absolutely, 100% notice him doing super parkour while wall-crawling and webslinging, if they run into trouble. And Aunt May and Gwen aren't here... Maybe it's better to warn them beforehand, so they don't panic mid fight. He glances at Thomas' armoury. Doesn't seem like the panic type but but but ]

[ With a sigh, he flicks his wrist and shoots a web across the room. ]

Super science thing. [ a pleading look at Clint. ] Don't make it weird, man. [ because Thomas comes from crazy future land, so he seems more likely to accept it. ]

np np!!

[conversed]

[ Clint watches the stream of webbing shoot across the room, expression neutral, and there's a noticeable delay before he looks back to Peter.

Peter. Peter Parker? Bullocks Peter is Peter Parker, apparently, which actually makes a lot more sense than anything else he's run into yet, and he hasn't actually seen this guy's face in like, ages. Could be the same guy. But he should've recognized Clint, right? ]

What?

[ The kid's talking at him. He glances over, looking confused. Should he ask about the suit or the secret identity or the— no, just act normal. ]

It's not weird. I'm not making it weird.

[shuckit]

[ okay that's... that's a thing. a science thing? sure, why not. it probably has it's uses, though Thomas can't really think of them as of yet, aside from blinding people or making sticky notes a hell of a lot sticker. but sure. why not. ]

It's kind of weird.

[ but he's not going to go on an exposition about it. just do your weird thing, dude. thomas tugs his backpack up onto his shoulders, stepping around the lab table he'd been sleeping under, and moves over to the other two. ]

We going?