[Guess who forgot to warn her that other!Peter was coming?
yeah. exactly.
Gwen sure is working on one of her web slingers when the door bursts open, and yeah, okay, Quill knows about Peter's identity, but he doesn't know about hers, but it gut reaction to having the door open suddenly is to grab her web shooter and immediately hide it behind her back.]
P- Peter! Wow, hi. Hello! I didn't know you'd be swinging by! [hahaha spidey joke get it, also don't mind her, she's got to send a glare at the other Peter next to her. A little warning would've been nice!!]
(HE'S 95% SURE HE TOLD HER, BUT SOMEONE KEEPS LISTENING TO MUSIC ALL THE TIME AND DOESN'T HEAR HIM-- besides, she could totally get away with telling peter that the web-slinger is his....... if anything, she outed herself, but he'll help it out, it's fine, THIS IS FINE.)
I-It's okay, Gwen, he knows I use those, don't worry.
(SEE???? #savedtheday
either way, he's on the other side, doing the chemistry thing for the webslingers. tubes, tubes, glass, fire...)
[ Quill just laughs. Some part of him wants to make a "I hope I'm not intruding..." joke but he believes in guys and girls being friends without making things weird, so he just waves a hand and steps on into the room. ]
Yep! Hey, Gwen! Ooh, are you a spider person too? Are you Spider-Woman?
[ He just sounds excited about it, honestly. Don't worry, tour secret is safe(?) with Star-Lord. ]
Man, you weren't kidding about the lab thing. This stuff looks rad. Rocket would have a field day.
[ He will try not to touch anything, but his eyes have the gleam of a guy who wants to touch everything. ]
What? Me? No-- no, no. No way. I'm just-- me. He's the spider person. Definitely not me too.
[cue a lot of awkward laughing, because wow, did he really just guess that?? holy shit she's wants to crawl in a hole and die, even if it's not that far of a stretch. He already knew about Peter, and she met him when she first arrived, looking for Peter. Or a Peter, anyway.
So much for secrets around here!! This is why she worked alone in her world.]
[ That denial is so clearly obvious. It's so. You kids are so bad at secret identities. I'm include Quill in "kids." ]
Riiight. Okay. I get it.
[ He draws a zipper over his mouth, gaze jumping from Gwen to Peter. ]
Ixnay on the ider-spay. I can keep a secret! I once saw Groot steal one of Gamora's figurines and I let Drax take the heat for it.
[ He winks, as if that should garner any kind of trust. Really, really obviously. If a wink could be loud, his would be. He then pops his visor on because what better way to protect your eyes than with a pane of glass that pops up from seemingly nowhere? (It's in the back of his neck. It's an implant. Space is cool.) ]
[...yeah. That was really smooth. No wonder he didn't buy it. Gwen smacks her forehead, knowing she was just as guilty in this as Peter, but... he hasn't blasted Peter's identity everywhere, so??
Hopefully this Quill guy was trustworthy.
Or not.]
Aren't you just...blabbing about it right now? [Granted she had no idea who he was talking about, but she doesn't want him blabbing to strangers about them!!
Sighs.]
Webbing. For our web shooters. Both of our web shooters. [cat's out of the bag, so might as well roll with it now.]
-- Hey, if you were just going to talk, then I didn't have to say that!
(but it's actually funny, because quill does blab a lot, about things peter only half gets, because he did only meet half his people, and it wasn't even his people-- unimportant, but he can't help the jab.)
Yeah, right? Now we're definitely gonna tell your not-actual-girlfriend.
(because she apparently isn't? this is confusing.)
Yeah, gotta do it from the very scratch, it's not really like we can go down the chemistry store and get the solutions. This is going to be an adventure.
Aw, come on! You guys don't know 'em, so it's fine! The version you know probably doesn't even collect figurines.
[ Yeah, he's not super worried. Of course he's a little sad knowing his friends are unlikely to show up, but he powers through that sadness with his endless optimism. ]
Seriously. My lips are totally sealed.
[ He raises his hands in surrender, trying to make himself seem as harmless as possible. He is used to doing that, actually. ]
Dude, how cool would the chemistry store be, though. [ He chuckles.] That's totally cool that you guys make this stuff from scratch, you're so smart! [ He means that. He isn't just saying that, he is big on complimenting people. ]
Any chance you guys know how to make jet fuel? I'm... probably gonna run out.
[ He taps his shoes on the ground, the metal starting at his feet and climbing all the way up to his knees. Why can't everything just run on cool Spartoi tech like his guns, that never run out of ammo and create elements from nothing. ]
Edited (added him being nicer because he's so dumb and nice) 2024-05-01 00:07 (UTC)
He figured it out! There was no point in pretending otherwise! And anyway, who's the one that told him about their powers in the first place, hmm?
[not to point fingers but!! Peter did spill the beans first. Just saying.]
Unless they show up here too. You never know. [She wouldn't risk it. It's for that very reason she's trying to keep her cover from being blown by these loose mouthed boys. Just in case.
As for the jet fuel request, she shrugs and looks over at Peter.] I'm sure we could come up with something for you that'd work.
[if they can make synthetic web, they could absolutely make fuel for Quill's...jetpack..things.]
Well, technically, it's because I kind of know him. Well, not him him. My him. He was in space with me and pointed a gun at my head, but, like, bad taste in movie and geography aside, pretty solid dude.
(aside from the whole gamora thing, which as established, wasn't this quill, and well. he could probably not have lost it, that would have been great. that aside, it was that little spark of familiarity that is making him a little too comfortable.)
Oh, yeah, that was a thing, let us see, take them off, do you know what is in the fuel? Because if it's some insane space stuff, I'm not gonna guarantee it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. [ Peter raises a hand, his tone serious. ] Hey, I would never point a gun at your head.
[ Just sayin'! Other Peter Quill sounds like a dick. But Peter does start taking off his boots, pressing down on a few clasps here are there until he can easily step out of the armored sections. ]
Ta-da! I think the fuel was some kind of synthetic eco fuel that Rocket came up with. It's really cheap and actually not all that explosive -- I told Rocket I refused to wear bombs on my feet, so he made it work that the ignition in the jets just runs super hot.
Oh right, so this is the-- what movie did you say-- oh, right! Footloose. This is the Footloose guy?
[or maybe not him, exactly. The multiverse really seemed to be having fun messing with them. And not just in a fun, spider-verse way.
Don't mind her, she's just going to set all her tools down and come around to where Quill is standing, to get a better look at his boots in question, before turning to Peter.]
Can you scan the fuel with that fancy suit of yours? If we get the chemical composition, might be easier to try to recreate without just winging it.
Exactly that guy! But this one is cooler, but, Quill, to be fair to the other you, he just saw me in the suit in a very high-pressure situation, I definitely am not blaming that you.
(it is and it is driving peter freaking CRAZY, only 01 person knows what he is talking about at 80% of the time, it's so disorienting with all these people who he knows, but don't, who know him, but don't.
but it's fine, he gets to see cool tech. he is approaching, taking in all the words that peter is saying. a look here, another there, before he shoots a web to the door to keep it closed, same to pull the curtains before the suit is on.)
No, it's not connected to a network right now, so the functions are limited, though he did say something interesting, hold on.
(he can't just tell the freaking ai to roll up some cool stuff, he has to do it manually, gestures or eye commands, so it kinda looks like he's playing with a huge screen for a second before he comes closer to look at it. click, click, click.)
Okay, I took some X-RAY and infrared pictures of it. That should give us a starting point on how it is designed so if we know how it works, then it's a little easier to figure out what it needs.
The footloose guy? I'm not even Star-Lord? Come onnn.
[ Peter crosses shrugs in disbelief. If you ask him, the other-him kind of sounds like a dick, so it's really no offense taken. But Peter lets them do their thing, even if it leaves him in just his socks at the moment. ]
Nice. Yeah, the actual controls are hooked up to my belt, but I just control how much juice to give it. [ He points out where two little cables stick out from the boots where they hook up, because that's a real thing that works on his outfit. ] You guys can go nuts and try and figure it out, honestly. These aren't like, forbidden tech or anything.
Honestly, he only told me about your lame taste in movies.
[She just shrugs. She didn't know he went by Star-Lord until Quill mentioned it, and had no idea he was actually the same guy that Peter had told her about until now.]
Does that suit have a printer? [IT HAS EVERYTHING ELSE, IT SEEMS. Must be nice. Either way, she'll want to take a look at those scans he got later.
For now, she's doing what she knows and grabbing a sterile swab, and using that to swab the fuel port.]
I'll run this and see what I can learn about the fuel. Hopefully it's something we can make here. If not...well, we'll figure it out when we get there, if it comes to that.
(HE HAS POTENTIAL IN NAMING... THIS ONE, THOUGH... but either way, he is very busy in his suit, his fingers and hands gesturing and moving around as he controls the visor in front of his eyes-- until he has to laugh out loud.)
What?! No! It's a war weapon, why would it-- hehe, why would it have a printer?! Am I gonna give the bad guys a ticket?
(it'd be actually funny actually he would. but it doesn't stay longer, it returns to his belt like nothing ever happened.)
Dude, it's literally on my Nova file and everything! Star-Lord is officially my callsign!
[ These kids got no respect, smh. Calling his taste in movies lame? Maybe the other Peter Quill, sure, but his? Nuh-uh. Not worth it. ]
Hey, you joke, but I got a space parking ticket once and that scut can lead to Nova impounding your ship. It's no joke.
[ But Peter is happy to leave these things in their capable hands. He believes in the power of smart, genius teens. He was once a smart (not genius) teen as well. ]
I'll leave you kids to it, then! I'm not using these much 'cause I'm worried about the fuel, but if you end up needing something, just let me know.
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[ He knows Peter is smart, the question of "how smart" may become self-evident soon... ]
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[ He doesn't know how to get there but he's gonna find out one way or another!!
Give him like 15 minutes and he'll show up. ]
Hey!! You guys here?
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yeah. exactly.
Gwen sure is working on one of her web slingers when the door bursts open, and yeah, okay, Quill knows about Peter's identity, but he doesn't know about hers, but it gut reaction to having the door open suddenly is to grab her web shooter and immediately hide it behind her back.]
P- Peter! Wow, hi. Hello! I didn't know you'd be swinging by! [hahaha spidey joke get it, also don't mind her, she's got to send a glare at the other Peter next to her. A little warning would've been nice!!]
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I-It's okay, Gwen, he knows I use those, don't worry.
(SEE???? #savedtheday
either way, he's on the other side, doing the chemistry thing for the webslingers. tubes, tubes, glass, fire...)
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Yep! Hey, Gwen! Ooh, are you a spider person too? Are you Spider-Woman?
[ He just sounds excited about it, honestly. Don't worry, tour secret is safe(?) with Star-Lord. ]
Man, you weren't kidding about the lab thing. This stuff looks rad. Rocket would have a field day.
[ He will try not to touch anything, but his eyes have the gleam of a guy who wants to touch everything. ]
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[cue a lot of awkward laughing, because wow, did he really just guess that?? holy shit she's wants to crawl in a hole and die, even if it's not that far of a stretch. He already knew about Peter, and she met him when she first arrived, looking for Peter. Or a Peter, anyway.
So much for secrets around here!! This is why she worked alone in her world.]
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time to save, time to save, don't spill the solution, and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is:)
Nope, those are mine, I got like, really thin wrists.
(.................
come ON, peter.
gwen better APPRECIATE this.)
Hey, put on a pair of glasses, I don't want that stuff to go into your eyes!
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Riiight. Okay. I get it.
[ He draws a zipper over his mouth, gaze jumping from Gwen to Peter. ]
Ixnay on the ider-spay. I can keep a secret! I once saw Groot steal one of Gamora's figurines and I let Drax take the heat for it.
[ He winks, as if that should garner any kind of trust. Really, really obviously. If a wink could be loud, his would be. He then pops his visor on because what better way to protect your eyes than with a pane of glass that pops up from seemingly nowhere? (It's in the back of his neck. It's an implant. Space is cool.) ]
Anyway, what are you kids working on?
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Hopefully this Quill guy was trustworthy.
Or not.]
Aren't you just...blabbing about it right now? [Granted she had no idea who he was talking about, but she doesn't want him blabbing to strangers about them!!
Sighs.]
Webbing. For our web shooters. Both of our web shooters. [cat's out of the bag, so might as well roll with it now.]
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(but it's actually funny, because quill does blab a lot, about things peter only half gets, because he did only meet half his people, and it wasn't even his people-- unimportant, but he can't help the jab.)
Yeah, right? Now we're definitely gonna tell your not-actual-girlfriend.
(because she apparently isn't? this is confusing.)
Yeah, gotta do it from the very scratch, it's not really like we can go down the chemistry store and get the solutions. This is going to be an adventure.
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[ Yeah, he's not super worried. Of course he's a little sad knowing his friends are unlikely to show up, but he powers through that sadness with his endless optimism. ]
Seriously. My lips are totally sealed.
[ He raises his hands in surrender, trying to make himself seem as harmless as possible. He is used to doing that, actually. ]
Dude, how cool would the chemistry store be, though. [ He chuckles.] That's totally cool that you guys make this stuff from scratch, you're so smart! [ He means that. He isn't just saying that, he is big on complimenting people. ]
Any chance you guys know how to make jet fuel? I'm... probably gonna run out.
[ He taps his shoes on the ground, the metal starting at his feet and climbing all the way up to his knees. Why can't everything just run on cool Spartoi tech like his guns, that never run out of ammo and create elements from nothing. ]
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[not to point fingers but!! Peter did spill the beans first. Just saying.]
Unless they show up here too. You never know. [She wouldn't risk it. It's for that very reason she's trying to keep her cover from being blown by these loose mouthed boys. Just in case.
As for the jet fuel request, she shrugs and looks over at Peter.] I'm sure we could come up with something for you that'd work.
[if they can make synthetic web, they could absolutely make fuel for Quill's...jetpack..things.]
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(aside from the whole gamora thing, which as established, wasn't this quill, and well. he could probably not have lost it, that would have been great. that aside, it was that little spark of familiarity that is making him a little too comfortable.)
Oh, yeah, that was a thing, let us see, take them off, do you know what is in the fuel? Because if it's some insane space stuff, I'm not gonna guarantee it.
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[ Just sayin'! Other Peter Quill sounds like a dick. But Peter does start taking off his boots, pressing down on a few clasps here are there until he can easily step out of the armored sections. ]
Ta-da! I think the fuel was some kind of synthetic eco fuel that Rocket came up with. It's really cheap and actually not all that explosive -- I told Rocket I refused to wear bombs on my feet, so he made it work that the ignition in the jets just runs super hot.
[ I am making all of this shit up, don't @ me ]
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[or maybe not him, exactly. The multiverse really seemed to be having fun messing with them. And not just in a fun, spider-verse way.
Don't mind her, she's just going to set all her tools down and come around to where Quill is standing, to get a better look at his boots in question, before turning to Peter.]
Can you scan the fuel with that fancy suit of yours? If we get the chemical composition, might be easier to try to recreate without just winging it.
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(it is and it is driving peter freaking CRAZY, only 01 person knows what he is talking about at 80% of the time, it's so disorienting with all these people who he knows, but don't, who know him, but don't.
but it's fine, he gets to see cool tech. he is approaching, taking in all the words that peter is saying. a look here, another there, before he shoots a web to the door to keep it closed, same to pull the curtains before the suit is on.)
No, it's not connected to a network right now, so the functions are limited, though he did say something interesting, hold on.
(he can't just tell the freaking ai to roll up some cool stuff, he has to do it manually, gestures or eye commands, so it kinda looks like he's playing with a huge screen for a second before he comes closer to look at it. click, click, click.)
Okay, I took some X-RAY and infrared pictures of it. That should give us a starting point on how it is designed so if we know how it works, then it's a little easier to figure out what it needs.
(i'm pulling this out of my ass)
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[ Peter crosses shrugs in disbelief. If you ask him, the other-him kind of sounds like a dick, so it's really no offense taken. But Peter lets them do their thing, even if it leaves him in just his socks at the moment. ]
Nice. Yeah, the actual controls are hooked up to my belt, but I just control how much juice to give it. [ He points out where two little cables stick out from the boots where they hook up, because that's a real thing that works on his outfit. ] You guys can go nuts and try and figure it out, honestly. These aren't like, forbidden tech or anything.
[ Not like his blasters, he means!! ]
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[She just shrugs. She didn't know he went by Star-Lord until Quill mentioned it, and had no idea he was actually the same guy that Peter had told her about until now.]
Does that suit have a printer? [IT HAS EVERYTHING ELSE, IT SEEMS. Must be nice. Either way, she'll want to take a look at those scans he got later.
For now, she's doing what she knows and grabbing a sterile swab, and using that to swab the fuel port.]
I'll run this and see what I can learn about the fuel. Hopefully it's something we can make here. If not...well, we'll figure it out when we get there, if it comes to that.
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(HE HAS POTENTIAL IN NAMING... THIS ONE, THOUGH... but either way, he is very busy in his suit, his fingers and hands gesturing and moving around as he controls the visor in front of his eyes-- until he has to laugh out loud.)
What?! No! It's a war weapon, why would it-- hehe, why would it have a printer?! Am I gonna give the bad guys a ticket?
(it'd be actually funny actually he would. but it doesn't stay longer, it returns to his belt like nothing ever happened.)
We'll do our best for sure.
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[ These kids got no respect, smh. Calling his taste in movies lame? Maybe the other Peter Quill, sure, but his? Nuh-uh. Not worth it. ]
Hey, you joke, but I got a space parking ticket once and that scut can lead to Nova impounding your ship. It's no joke.
[ But Peter is happy to leave these things in their capable hands. He believes in the power of smart, genius teens. He was once a smart (not genius) teen as well. ]
I'll leave you kids to it, then! I'm not using these much 'cause I'm worried about the fuel, but if you end up needing something, just let me know.