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[ the video opens on the white masked face and large pink eyes of one spider-woman ( secretly gwendolyn stacy. ) nothing else about the video seems odd…except perhaps for the way her pink-and-blue web-lined hood hangs around her head almost as if she were actually upside down ( she is. )

nothing else is weird. at all. ]

Greetings, Audentes. For those who don't know me, I'm your resident Spider-Woman. That's first name "Spider," last name "Woman," middle initial "hyphen." With that out of the way, I interrupt your daily routine to bring you this.

[ gwen flips her hand, seemingly pulling a scratched piece of holodisc out of midair. ( yes, she practiced that move. ) it vanishes from view as she holds it near the magitek. but the garbled audio is captured without problem. ]

--the core. Instability will result in-- --for this reason, we have--

[ gwen waits a few seconds so the message stands alone before proceeding. ]

Now, I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like the opposite of good. And considering all the holes and earthquakes and the earth generally being like nah to being stepped on around here, I'm guessing this planet thinks the same thing.

I also know my friend and I weren't the only ones who ran out to find more of these. [ the exaggerated friendliness with which she usually speaks tapers off into something more solemn. even the eyes of the mask narrow slightly. because masks do this. ] This planet was abandoned a thousand years ago for a reason. It's looking like we're going to discover that reason on our own. I prefer to do my research first so if anyone's found more of these messages, time to share with the class.

(( ooc: feel free to use this post to threadjack to your heart's content! ))

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[ spider-woman, in true spider-woman form, clicks her tongue and aims fingerguns. consider it a miracle she didn't go eeeeeey. gwen is nowhere near as confident.

which may tie into her decision to get back even later than usual. some unholy time of night when the hour is both hideously late and ungodly early, gwen slips the door open. she is in clothes purchased from a shop in town. the boots she got at a beautiful discount and a deep green dress over which she donned a long-sleeved black coat for warmth. her backpack is, as usual, over her shoulder, fingers curled around the straps.

her earbuds are in both ears, which goes some way to explaining her surprised blinking when she spots stiles still awake. a short look around tells her peter is nowhere near, but that's par for the course. they seem to trade who comes in latest. gwen pastes a smile and tugs her earbuds off. ]

Hey, Stiles.

[ she aims fingerguns at him — he grins, almost despite himself, because he's about 98% sure that's one of his best friends there and she's pretty great, okay.

evening shifts over to night, and there's no sign of either Gwen or Peter; not a surprise, that. he's reading, as is par for the course for him, a stack of books he's got from the locals sitting in the corner of their room, ready to provide him with a distraction every night he waits for his roommates to wander in.

this time, it's Gwen who is the first to arrive... and Stiles thinks of the post from before, eyes passing over her changed clothes to her backpack. is that where she carries around the suit? it must be. ]

Hey, Gwen, you found your way back. Cool boots. You're embracing the local fashion?

[ you could have just told me the truth, he wants to tell her, but he doesn't exactly want to jump right to something she likely won't even want to talk to him about. better stick with small talk first... and plan. planning is important. ]

When in Rome, yada yada.

[ covering a yawn behind her mouth, gwen shrugs off her backpack and deposits it on the bed. she drops into it not long after. she tugs the pillow over her head with a quiet groan. her voice acquires a slight muffled quality. ]

I'm so tired. I don't know how to sleep without traffic. [ also doesn't really know how to sleep in general, but details. ] Everything's even quieter since Poppy and the rest went missing.

[ she twitches the pillow off her face. gwen frowns at the stained, wooden slats of the ceiling. ]

What do you think?

We could ask if they'd make cars just for you, who knows, maybe we could even boost their economy right before the whole planet explodes.

[ he pushes himself up, closing the book and walking over to the window, as if to see the quiet streets she mentioned for himself. ]

It's always quiet like this in Beacon Hills... I mean, it's not a big city or anything, nothing like you and Peter are used to. I gotta say it's weird without all the howling. [ weird without his friends there, more like... but hey, it's fine, he'll deal. they all have to, after all.

Gwen asks him a question and he jumps to sit up on the windowsill, the window half-open behind him, the slight breeze that comes in making the edges of his plaid shirt flutter. ]

In general, or about the whole thing? Miz Poppy and the rest going missing? The weird recordings?

And the kitchen sink. Think it might be leaking.

[ jokes aside, gwen sits up too. she traps the pillow to her stomach, arms folded around it. she's come to her own conclusions, has already decided on what to follow up next.

but being part of a team, however much she acted independently of it, accustomed her to having sounding boards against whom she could bounce off ideas. and, well, she misses her friends. she misses the spiders. she's definitely missing ham ( not that she will ever, ever tell him or jess that. she likes being left to live. ) ]

Well that's definitely a problem.

[ his tone is faux-serious as he leans slightly backwards, pushing the window open, leaning out to look at the sky before peering back at his friend, underneath the edge of the window. ]

I don't know. I mean, I know what I think, but... if ALASTAIR's been here before, if the Qorral are mining and it's gonna set off something horrible — no wonder they sent us back here. And the saloon workers so have something to do with the Deemers, I just don't know what ye —

[ his words cut off into a yelp as he leans too far back, his hands waving for balance (instead of doing the sensible thing and clutching onto the window pane) frantically. he was already sitting half-outside, his legs the only parts of him still fully inside the room, and even they seem to be sliding back.

(it's a gamble, yeah, a horrible gamble, but Stiles trusts Gwen — and it was only when he was truly in danger that Peter ever showed his abilities in his presence. he's gambling on the same thing happening here; if he only tells her he knows, she'll never stop trying to deny it.) ]

Stiles!

[ stiles starts to slip. gwen leaps to the window. her nails dig into the wood, and she's leaning half out the window. but her hand catches his wrist and uses her cling to keep him from slipping. ]

I got you! I got you, Stiles!

[ grimacing, she tightens her hold just enough to have it be convincing, not enough that she'll bruise or break his wrist. ]

Climb up!

[ if he's honest — there's a second, perhaps even less than that, a third of a second where he thinks, shit, am I really gonna fall —

then Gwen's there, faster than anyone should have the right to move, gripping onto his wrist with a strength she's trying to hide but that's just right there when you pay attention to it, the way she doesn't quite strain the same way someone as small as her would.

and yet his sigh of relief and the grin he aims at her once he's successfully climbed back in the room is no less real. ]

... thanks. That was a real fast save.

Yeah, you're banned from the window.

[ gwen slams the window shut for good measure before facing him. ]

What the hell happened? You okay?

I don't know, I guess I just slipped. Leaned back a bit too much, I didn't think I'd fit out of the window.

[ he runs a hand through his hair, giving her a small smile. ] But seriously, thanks. I'm fine, thanks to you. How'd you get to me so fast, anyway? Or manage to keep your grip? I mean... I'm a lot taller and heavier than you are, that should be impossible. [ he turns to the window, eyes straying to look at the slight dents in the wooden pane where she dug her fingers to hold on; the wood wasn't quite strong enough not to give under the strength. ]

[ gwen stares at him for a long beat.

in the next, she's hauled him up by his shirt and lifted him clean above her head. ]

What the hell, Stilinski?! Did you actually put yourself in danger to prove a theory?!

Nnnnn........... yeeees?

[ which

may have been A Mistake ]

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