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some meme shit. ([personal profile] unmemely) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-11 11:54 am

otherwordly.

 Otherwordly Meme




Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.



1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.







( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )



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[personal profile] spideyguy 2017-02-13 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter has never been great at comforting people. Not in a personal sort of way, beyond calming down civilians he pulls out of burning buildings. He's too awkward, too jittery, and most of the opportunities he's had to comfort people in his life, he's been drowning in guilt, and it feels like he doesn't deserve to comfort them, like he could make their grief worse. Not to mention the way his mouth just won't turn off sometimes; at least, not when he's in costume.

Like now. He's looking out over the East River, perched on the roof of one of the apartment buildings under construction at the waterfront. It's the best place to see the stars in this part of the city - if there's such a thing as a good place to see the stars in New York. Peter's seen pictures, sure, but he wonders what the night sky looks like firsthand without all the light pollution from the city. He's never left New York, so it's a reasonable question.

"Evening, Captain." Peter doesn't know if Steve was intentionally trying to sneak up on him or not, but it's hard to get anything past enhanced hearing. Steve would know. "Nice night for a swing."
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[personal profile] amorpatriae 2017-02-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
There are places to see the stars in New York. Central Park, for one, but going there after darkness falls is basically playing Russian roulette with your life. Steve would know, he makes a habit of just wandering around once in a while, and more often than not finds the sort of trouble that civilians do. (It's funny how many pickpockets apologize for trying to take Captain America's wallet once they recognize him.)

Tonight he's wandering nearer his old stomping ground. Brooklyn has changed so much in seven decades. If you squint, you can see the bones of the immigrant community during his time, but many of the tenements and ethnic stores have been replaced by ritzy apartment building and little shopping centers. But the Naval yards are still around, and even Steve can admit the court complex is nice. Not that many can see it from this angle on the river. One can, however, spot other hometown crimefighters swinging lazily through the area. He takes his time shadowing, climbing up onto the roof later rather than sooner, and makes enough noise to signal his approach.

"Evening, Spider-Man." He tilts his head up toward the sky, then back at the kid. "It's pleasant enough, I suppose."
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2017-02-15 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The city is constantly changing, even in the short time Peter's been there, five decades less than Steve. It's part of the nature of the beast - an ever-changing landscape. But all the important things remain the same. The deli that's been on the corner longer than Peter, or his Aunt have been alive - there are little markers that still identify the city through the unforgiving continuum of time.

"Not a cloud in the sky. The smog doesn't count." Peter glances over at Steve, perched on the very edge of the roof. He may or may not be ready to fling himself off of it at the slightest inclination that Steve was here to bring him in. Spiderman gets into a lot of losing fights, but Peter isn't an idiot. "And we're downwind. Win-win."
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[personal profile] amorpatriae 2017-02-16 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You know what they say; only death and taxes are permanent fixtures of modern life. Or just life in general, he's pretty sure that people have been afflicted with taxes since they all started living together in communities thousands of years ago. And everyone dies, it's just a matter of when. Which is a cheery thought.

"It's New York. The smog always counts." Any big city, really, but he's biased on behalf of the Big Apple. If he notices Peter's predilection for assuming assault beforehand, Steve makes no mention of it. Instead, he steps forward until he can see over the ledge too, and takes a seat there a minute or two later. "Definitely win-win on the smell, though."

After another moment spent watching the sky, he turns to the younger man. "So you do this nightly?"
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2017-02-16 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter is intimately familiar with both. Every time April rolls around he has the inexplicable urge to shove his head through the nearest wall. At this point, it's just ingrained into him. Yeah, well, that's superheroes for you. Bundles of pure, unadulterated joy, obviously.

"One day, I'll actually see a constellation." Peter half-groused, relaxing only slightly when Steve slowly sat down. Not that Peter doesn't think the Captain can spring up in a millisecond, but it's the thought that counts, right? "The river is always the worst."

"But you're from Brooklyn, right?" Even without seeing his face, the teasing grin is pretty audible. "I'm sure you know all about the smell."

"Give or take a few broken ribs," Peter rolls a shoulder, cocking his head to the side when he considers his companion. "What are you doing out, if you don't mind my asking?"
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[personal profile] amorpatriae 2017-02-18 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"The smell is an import from Queens." Steve can shit talk with the best of them, when in the mood. Tonight he seems to be, letting his legs swing gently back and forth without an apparent care in the world. Except talking to a neighbor. It also lets Peter know he recognizes the accent - as only someone else born in the Burroughs can.

He shrugs casually, turning his head to watch the younger man for a moment. This isn't the body language of someone getting ready to arrest a vigilante. And, honestly, if Peter thinks he would without provocation, he doesn't know Steve Rogers at all.

"Just getting some fresh air." Trying to clear his head. "You know how it goes."
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[personal profile] spideyguy 2017-02-21 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno, you've got all the hipsters and worse, the postmodernists." Peter's got no shortage of quips to defend his neighborhood. Seemed like a lot of the hero types were born and bred in New York nowadays. Peter's not even sure he could list them all, honestly, there's so many. He tries to mask the accent when he's in full getup - makes it easier for people to try and find him, or to recognize his voice. But it comes out, sometimes, when he's comfortable (or when he's angry), on certain words and phrases.

Well Peter thinks there's been plenty provocation. Vigilantism is illegal and even still, the property damage alone is...yeah. He tries not to think about it. Which team is Steve even playing for these days? The bug-eyed lenses meet Steve's gaze, which can be disconcerting for some people, but with all the shit Steve's seen Peter doubts it phases him for a second.

"Fresh as it can be," Peter nods, though. He does understand. Moments when you just want to scream because...because. "I'd say it gets better, but it's probably treason to lie to you."