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[tigerstriped]

[Locked to 435 Peepers Street]
[ Obviously this is a dream. Obviously. He can't remember a dream like this, but it's pretty damn elaborate. And bright. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. And as he looked to his left and saw the empty eyes across from him, he found himself leaning towards the latter. This solidified once she uttered the word "children."

Rose from one nightmare to find himself in another. Well then. This was a terrible hand to be dealt.

This place was like nothing he had ever seen, and all of it served to make his headache even worse. However, the detail that stuck out to Spike the most, at least to him, was the fridge. He wasn't even half-dressed, despite (and perhaps fueled by) the doll's constant chittering about him going to work. He was honestly in no hurry. So what harm could a little peek in the fridge do?

So he opens the fridge - and he just stares into it. Anyone coming through the kitchen will notice the half-dressed man standing in front of the fridge, gawking into it's confines. Hypnotized, almost.

Well, wouldn't you be surprised if there's actual meat in the fridge? Come on. ]

[Action - Throughout the Town - Early Morning]
[ His wife told him he had to go to work. He told her that he didn't have a job, not the kind she was harping about anyway. Hell, he didn't even know who she was, or the brats that were his supposed children. She wasn't having any of that though. She was smiling even more audaciously, and he assumed this was how she showed irritation. There was no winning, it seemed, so he decided to roll with the waves.

He still wasn't planning on going to work. There were plenty of reasons. Biggest one? He had no idea where he was.

So. Step one. Find what the hell this place is. Spike decides to hit the concrete. His coat is draped over his shoulder, and he's giving everything a once over. Needless to say, he does not look impressed. Rather bored, actually, like he's been kidnapped ten times over and this was nothing new.

He's trying to be inconspicuous, but he has a green jewfro and a slump as wide as a camel's back. So. ]

[Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon]
[ Spike eventually finds himself buried deep within the confines of the Grocery Store. He's propped up against a wall, his face buried in a magazine. Occasionally his eyes will linger away from the magazine, but only for a second before diving right back in.

It doesn't look like he's here to buy anything. Actually, from the rather heavy bag at his side, it appears as if he's already checked out. Spike is not hiding this fact whatsoever. It also doesn't look like he's going to be shoplifting today either. He's got all the necessities. Nope - all he plans on doing is sitting back to read every last magazine on the shelf, no matter how bland and uninteresting the content is.

He is currently on Ladies' Home Journal. Exciting stuff. ]

Comments

GROCERY STORE

[webball]

[Enter one Peter Parker, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole craziness of the hospital abductions. He's not feeling the effects of the actual procedure, but he DOES feel what he imagines a hangover might feel like. He wouldn't know: he's never gotten drunk. He's never had more than a glass of champagne, actually, at his wedding. Too dangerous for a super hero. Besides, it'd probably just be... really embarrassing. "Lightweight" might be generous -- try "molecule-weight" and maybe you'd be onto something.

Still, he wanders into the store, looking for something simple and fattening to munch on, like potato chips or popcorn. Maybe some candy bars. There's no one in the store right now but the clerk, a drone who walked past Peter and out onto the sidewalk, and some guy reading... Ladies Home Journal?

...Maybe he's a masochist. Or suicidal. ...Or gay? ...No, probably a masochist. No gay guy would spend his afternoon in a store reading THAT for fun. ...Probably.]

[tigerstriped]

[ Hey. Don't laugh. This magazine is chock full of helpful advice. Where else will he learn how to make Fricasseed Turkey, or how to dust in those hard to reach areas? That's right. In the other magazines aimed at housewives - the ones that he has, of course, read through already and left on the floor.

Spike can feel someone watching him from afar, and he tries his best to pretend otherwise. It's what he would normally do. Then again, he's pretty damned irked and that's why he gives-up the ghost and chooses to react anyway.

The clerk is minding his own business. The only other person in the store is some guy shuffling about the snack foods. Spike doesn't say anything and he stares almost dispassionately. ]

[webball]

[Er... Well! HERE is some awkward-sauce. Peter's caught staring by this blunt guy and starts a little, caught off balance. He clears his throat and gestures at the magazine pile.]

S-so! You look like you either can't find the library or you mildly hate yourself. Though, hey, both is always a possibility.

[tigerstriped]

Could be both. Could be neither. Anything's possible.

[ There isn't a hint of irritation in his voice either. He sounds confused. Like the answer is right under Peter's nose. ]

I figured it would kill some time. And if the clerk hasn't stopped me before, he isn't going to try now.

[webball]

[Peter snorts and looks over at the clerk, who is happily on a price tagging spree, grinning stupidly.]

Yeahh...drones sound here seem to excel at being harmless and taking up mass. I think you're good.

[tigerstriped]

[ Spike turns his head only slightly to look at the clerk. ]

Yeah. They seem pretty thick, huh? Can't imagine what's going through their heads.

[webball]

You know, if the jerks in charge of this place programmed these guys with the personalities of New Yorkers I'd feel much better. Impatient rudeness I can understand. friendly cluelessness is just plain creepy. Plus maybe then I could get a good cannoli...