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April-May 2024 Test Drive Meme
April-May 2024 TDM
Introduction
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Playing and interacting with the TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.
and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.
🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.
Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.
Content Warnings: Forced Relocation, Forced Sharing, Potential Violence & Harm
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
- New Star Children arrive in remote areas of Wintermute.
- Star Children buying food from The Wandering Dog get teleported to the School of Thoth to rescue people with a team of sled dogs.
- Star Children get amazing new winter coats!
- Star Children cannot part ways until they share something others have refused to listen to! The dogs enforce this.
- Simple, non-magical weapons stick out of the snow on the way to the train station.
- Anyone who picks up one of those weapons will see their train get attacked by frost spirits.
Content Warnings: Potential Forced Participation, Potential Harm
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
- Thoth has built experiments to bring Star Children’s ideas to life.
- Pick a paper tab off a Thoth Needs You! poster to participate. Or don’t. A mishap may bring Star Children there regardless.
- Do science! Be a human experiment! Maybe experience explosions!
- Togo, the Thoth mascot, will have an item from home for every Star Child who participates.
- Dog spirits man (dog?) a first aid center in a nearby classroom.
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The moving eyepieces are weird, and Peter does his best not to stare (not...that there's much other choice in regards to things to look at, out here in the snow). Yeah, make that very much freaky. "...did you make that?"
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Thankfully for both their sakes, beyond a few mild tweaks, when Peter rattles off the web formula, it is the same. Peter for his part has been working on updating the formula for more uses.
"Oh- my original version yeah, I made it myself, so I could regulate the amount of light coming in to the suit lenses, and I guess emote too, since people got weirded out when I looked at them." He starts easily enough. "Ironman, stepped in and helped fabricate a new suit for me with a lot of my specs in mind. This one-" he gestures at his suit, "I got back a few months ago, since last place I was in I didn't have my normal stuff."
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But he manages to contain the bewilderment, dread, and excitement, glad that they're on the move so the other Peter can't spot his nervous twitch. Well, maybe he still can, but at least Peter can pretend like he doesn't.
"That's kind of the point, though?" Peter tilts his head, considering that. "Freaking them out. Criminals, I mean."
Probably would have helped him with that little kid he scared, trying to get him out of a burning car, but the deadpan of his own mask had come in handy more often than not; at least, that's his evaluation.
"Who's Iron Man?" The question is rattled off with no hint of a joke or any kind of recognition, and Peter pushes his speed, hasty to get out of the cold.
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"Eh, the civilians, though." Peter offers back, "Kind of wanna be sure they'll come to me if they need help. I'm no Captain America or Ironman, so criminals underestimate me, and pay for it." Peter is also kind of aware, even if his mask didn't emote, he wouldn't really intimidate many criminals. Most of them kind of laughed until he surprised them.
"Okay, multiverse thing! Uh, he's another superhero in my universe! Has a cool suit! Maybe later when we're not freezing I can talk specs with you. The tech on is crazy."
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"I mean, most of the time they don't have a choice. Bug boy or burning building." Peter jokes, breath puffing out of his mask when he exhales, visible in the air in front of him. Criminals used to underestimate him - maybe some still down, he's just a guy in spandex. He can see where the overconfidence gets them, when they have giant mechanized weapons suits. "...Captain America, like the old comic book?"
That one, he does know. His uncle used to love the movies; but Peter had always assumed it was a product of war propaganda. Maybe there was a universe out there where it was real - infinite diversity in infinite combinations.
"You have more people - like us?" It's kind of mind-boggling. Peter doesn't have other heroes around...pretty much at all. This is his first encounter with universe-bending, superhero-type nonsense; he was very much still a small-fry, for all that he might have been older than his counterpart. "That's - wow."
His world just got a lot bigger.
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The sound of dogs barking is sign enough they are drawing closer. Peter turns away from his counterpart to squint across the snow. "Man, that looks like the dog food cart- we're almost clear now."
He turns back around to face the older spider-man, managing to not trip in the process over the boots over his suit feet. "Yeah! He's real in my universe, though they made comics about him too, since he fought in World War 2 and stuff. There are a lot of superheroes in my reality. Like... maybe too many sometimes. There was a whole Accords thing, where superheroing was a little illegal, but I don't think those exist anymore?"
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"The...dog food cart?" Peter echoes, bewilderment perfectly clear, but he follows, eager to get out of the cold. This place can't get any weirder...right?
"Isn't superheroing already illegal? Vigilantism, or whatever." As if they can catch him to charge him. Well, they can shoot him. That one had hurt. "Or, you're saying they legalized all the super-people and then changed their minds?"
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The food cart in question looks friendly, there are just some very cute dogs behind the counter, tails wagging at the two spider-men heading their way.
"It was more like-" Peter frowns under his mask trying to explain it, "Superheroes caused a huge international incident, destroyed a city during a fight-" His world was not normal and never would be. "So, anyone who wanted to be a superhero had to sign up for the accords, reveal their identity to the government. If you were caught doing world saving stuff without being a part of it, you'd go to some super jail. I was under the radar since I just stayed in New York. I was maybe fourteen when all of this happened, so, I really wasn't involved."
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"Destroyed a city? Huh. I guess it comes with the territory." Peter echoes his counterpart's frown just thinking about it, and he doesn't even have the full context. There's been destruction to NYC on his watch before, sure; often Spiderman gets blamed for it, too. But the way Peter says destroyed a city definitely implies something larger scale. "Yikes. That's wild. I don't really have anything like that where I'm from. I'm...the only one."
"How young were you when all this," A moment for Peter to make a vague gesture to the whole of other!Peter's person. "started?"
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"It was this huge thing, but that was after some alien invasions, and attacks on other cities, so people were kinda tense." That feels like a fair summary. Peter wasn't as aware of half the things going on until the spider bite happened, and the whole Tony smuggling him to Germany happened.
"About thirteen, fourteen. I usually say fourteen, since my birthday rolled around pretty close after."
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"Yeah, that'll do it." Alien invasions, mass destruction. Peter can't imagine having to deal with all of that, especially not on his own - he's a small fry, for sure. Better suited to it. "But it...got resolved? Or you came here before it finished?"
"Oh, man. Fourteen." Peter's quiet for a moment, taking that in. Fourteen. He can't imagine going through what they went through that young; though he was barely much older himself. He's afraid to ask, about Ben, about the rest of it, so he lets it lie. "I was seventeen."
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He turns back to face the other spider-man, understanding why he's worried. "Yeah, what started the accords was resolved, as much as it could be. A lot of people retired, new disasters happened, no one really pays the accords much attention anymore." He answers honestly enough, "I was on summer vacation, kinda sorta, before I was here anyway."
"I kinda wish I had been seventeen too, but, maybe I wouldn't be thinking about taking a step back." He feels a little guilty admitting that, but... years of fighting had left Peter tired.
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"Vacation?" The word sounds foreign in his mouth; Peter's not sure he's ever been outside of New York, which now that he's thinking about it is kind of dizzying. Still, it seems like this Peter and his universe had a lot going on in it. "Where about?"
"I doubt it gets any easier," Peter's glad for the mask; it's easier for him to hide his surprise. Retiring...he's not sure confessing that he was 99% sure he was going to die before 30 is the right move. "But if that's a...viable option. I mean, you've got other heroes around...it might be."
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The school trip feels like... forever ago now. Peter has to actually think about it a little. "It was a school science trip, to Europe. I still dunno how Midtown actually paid for it, but, the Decathlon team had a couple awards under its belt, so I guess that helped?" He and May had to pay for a few things, but it hadn't broken their budget as far as he remembered.
"Yeah, I don't think it gets any easier either." He has to agree, trying to figure out the guilt of stepping back. "I feel- conflicted about it sometimes, but, sometimes its good to step back. At least for a while."
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He doesn't exactly have pockets in the suit, but now that Peter mentions is, he realizes there's something stuck in his boot. He leans down, freeing the object and - wow, really? Peter holds up his own spoon, a plastic blue thing with a spidey head on the end of the handle. It looks like the handle doubles as a straw, too, presumably for drinking milk out of a cereal bowl.
God is a fox and Peter is her chew toy, evidently.
"To Europe?" Peter can't hide his surprise this time; that's so far outside of anything he could have dreamed of in high school. Paid for by Midtown? Damn. He really did come from the poor universe, plastic spoon in his hand as evidence. "That's wild. I've never been outside of the city. Hope it was fun, at least, before...all this."
"If it's an option," Peter allows, fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot while they wait for the food. He was always full of restless energy, unable to keep still. "Sounds like you've got people to watch the beat, which is good. I take a day off, six banks get robbed. No respect for the PTO."
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"It was kind of mixed. Superhero stuff happened. It got complicated really fast." He is leaving it at that for now. He doesn't think this poor guy needs more information dumped on him right now. Everything is already confusing enough.
"I think, it is. I'm just trying to not feel like I'm giving up by stepping away." He admits honestly enough, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I lost... a lot doing this, and I want to be a little selfish just for a bit."
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"Superheroing in Europe." He gives a low whistle, turning the spoon over in his hands, fidgeting, always fidgeting. "Jeez, you're like, Saturday night box office and I'm straight-to-VHS."
It's clear it's not necessarily a good thing, from the way this other Peter seems to be considering taking a break, perennially exhausted as all Spider-people are, though at a far younger age than he should be.
"It will always feel that way," Peter sighs quietly, thumb brushing over the Spiderman head on the end of his spoon, an afterthought. He can't help the flare of curiosity - had this Peter lost the same? In a weird, probably kind of sick way, it would almost be relieving if he had. Someone who understood. At the same time - God, Peter would never wish that upon anyone.
Regardless, he's too chicken to ask, in the moment.
"I took a break. After...after a really bad loss." He shifts his weight, head tilting as he focuses his gaze on the other Peter. "I didn't have anyone else to pickup the slack, and while I regret that some days...I don't regret the time I took, for myself. It was necessary. And what is necessary is never unwise."
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The dogs bark, the first part of their order hits the bar. Peter reaches out to grab the first hot drink, offering it out to the other Peter. "Apple cider."
Once he's sure the other super has his drink, Peter picks up his own. He rolls up the edge of his mask to reveal the bottom part of his face. He blows on the drink, taking a moment to mull of what he wants to say.
"It's better to take that time for yourself." He agrees, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Without the mask covering the entirety of his face, it's easier to read his mood. "Trying to fight through grief is... never a good idea, or fight against burn out."
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He wonders, idly, if they look the same, too - it's impossible for him to tell, with their masks in the way and this other Peter being significantly younger than him, but he does wonder. He rolls up his own mask a beat later, setting it over his nose and exposing the cut of his jaw. For his part, Peter doesn't even blow on the cider; he just sips, letting it burn on the way down, preferring it to the cold.
"No, it's not good. Moreover, with grief it's...dangerous. The burn out, I can't really help." Peter shrugs, as if this is an unfortunate fact of life and not indicative of a more serious issue. "Trust me, when you hit the decade mark, you'll be ready to walk into the ocean."
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Even from just a glance at the other Peter's face, well- he has an inkling they look different in some regard at least. They're the same, but different. It is comforting in a way Peter can't properly articulate.
"Yeah, I'm personally trying to avoid that. It's... not what May or Ben would have wanted exactly, but, I don't think they would want me to give up everything either." Peter doesn't bring up Ben often, but if anyone should know him, even a variation of him, its another Peter Parker.
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"No." Peter agrees quietly, though it's clear there's more he wants to say. It bursts out of him a moment later, unable to keep it in - this was his problem. Always saying too much, or not enough, and never, ever in the right order. "But we Parkers don't always get what we want, do we?"
Oh, this Peter knows about Ben. Knows about anger, about words left unsaid; about watching his uncle bleed out in front of him, feeling his life slip away between useless fingers. He sighs, almost imperceptibly, save the fact that the other Peter likely has just as good hearing as he does. His voice is softer when he speaks again. "Sorry. Just...yeah."
He is sorry. Doesn't make it less true, but he is.
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"Yeah, we usually don't." He agrees before going quiet again, breathing out a little puff of hot air before he speaks again.
"Parker luck means things go really awry, yeah?" Peter muses back with a little snort and shake of his head. He sips at his drink again. He takes his time to sip at it, just taking in the shift in mood between them. Ben is always a heavy subject. Something Peter cautiously steps around. "I'm trying to turn that around a little, where I can anyway."
He dips his head a little, lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah, I'm sorry- too. Sorry for both of us."
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“When it rains, it pours.” It’s said with no amount of mirth; more a cold, hard fact, at least in his experience. Peter follows his lead, sipping in the silence, trying not to let his itchy antsy-ness show in his body language. He fails, the tension evident in the line of his shoulders, the restlessness in his feet. Ben is a wound gone by, surely, but this pricks at it; he’s unused to someone else knowing just how deep it went. A debt they’ve been repaying all their lives - was it this Peter’s fault, too, the way it was his?
“It’s worth a shot,” Peter shrugs, attempting nonchalance. He’s not sure whether or not he lands it. “But we…will always do what we do. I’m glad you have support, though. That’s nice.”
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"I know the dog bowls are a little weird, but, the food is good." There were weirder gimmicks in New York. Peter sticks his drink to his hand carefully, moving to grab a bowl and hold it out to the other Peter.
Once he's sure the other Peter has the bowl in hand, spoon included, Peter picks up his own. There is still more food coming, since both of them are inherently big eaters by nature. There is some juggling to do with his drink and the food, but he'll figure it out.
Peter hesitates before adding. "If you, need any of that support though, while you're here. I'm here for you."
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Typical Spidey defense mechanism, he's not fooling anybody.
But the food saves them from that minefield, and despite the fact that it's in a dog bowl, it smells good enough for him to start drooling. Even with his cracks about health inspections, Peter clearly has no problem accepting the food with a grateful thank you from his counterpart - what, he's totally eaten worse, and to be fair to the puppers, they really do seem very nice. Even if it's totally weird.
Whatever, it's also hot and he's cold.
"...thank you." The weighted pause is hard to gauge, and Peter's - well, shit, he's honestly not sure what to say. Another version of himself is probably the only person he can't actually brush off, as he's so prone to doing. "I appreciate it."
That's true, at least, even if Peter doesn't know how to accept it.
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