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[heartstumbles]

WHO: Peter Parker and you!
WHAT: Peter Parker arrives in Thedas after his multiverse experiences and learns to begin again in a new world.
WHEN: Bloomingtide
WHERE: In and around the Gallows.
NOTES: Possible mentions of death, loss, grieving, etc. I'll add more if they come up.

I. Arrival – Post-Rift Journey to Kirkwall

Peter Parker probably doesn’t have any right to be surprised when he finds that he’s fallen out of a dream in which he was forced to climb up the walls of his high school gym (again), uniform and all, and into another universe, and yet, here he is. He doesn’t expect the empty coffee cup, exactly the same kind used by MJ and the coffee shop she works at, and the Lego Palpatine figurine to follow him, either, and yet.

The rift through the air being green is a change of pace, at least. The demons he helps fight with the group of people calling themselves Riftwatch are also a kind of breath of fresh air, in a way. The ones that appear to be made out of lava and the ones that look like Dementors are definitely not the best to fight against in gym clothes though, oof, he thinks. He’s lucky he doesn’t end up significantly injured, though he can’t seem to stop shivering.

His luck proves not all terrible, as the members of Riftwatch explain to him that they aren’t too far from the city of Kirkwall, where their group operates

“And you guys can get me some new clothes in…was it Kirkwall, you said?” Peter asks, turning to the nearest member of Riftwatch, both genuinely curious and also trying not to think too much about the way his body still seems to be shifting between hot and cold after closing the rift.


II. Taking Notes and Quarantine

As Riftwatch helps Peter learn about this Thedas, the world he finds himself in, Peter finds himself fascinated. He wants to know more, to learn more, and he wants to study and immerse himself in this strange, kind of medieval universe. He can help people here; he can do good after messing up so badly in his own world.

He’ll have to be careful, he realizes, about using his abilities here. He doesn’t want to put people in danger just from knowing him again, after all. Still, Peter finds himself eager and ready to throw himself into Riftwatch; when they make the pitch to him about joining, he doesn’t hesitate. It seems only fair, after all, given how much they’ve already helped him.

Peter signs up for Research, though he’s sorely tempted by the Scouting Division, too. But he needs to pace himself; recent events back home have taught him that. And Research seems as good a place as any to start.

Peter sets himself to work; he finds a spot for himself in the library and surrounds himself with books of all kinds, both for his work in Research and to help himself learn more about Thedas. He’s determined to do better here; he has to, he tells himself. His growling stomach sometimes is the only reminder he listens to when he needs to eat.

As he’s quarantined within the Gallows for the time being, Peter takes to exploring all that he can of the place when he has the chance. He is fascinated by the laboratories and work rooms in the same tower as the library, and he asks questions of anyone who will humor him. He takes to walking around the open spaces of the Gallows as well, observing the areas for training and sparring. If he wants to be more active out in the field, he thinks, he should probably learn how to fight with the weapons Thedas has available. He’s particularly interested by the archers, and the way using bows and arrows reminds him, from a certain angle, of using his webs, though he’s also well aware that they’re entirely different skill sets.

Peter keeps to himself when he eats in the dining hall, tucked away in a corner, usually with his own notes. He’s trying to keep a record of his experiences in Thedas so far, for his own reference. It can’t hurt, he thinks.

When he isn’t studying, working, or observing, Peter tries to create and stick with an exercise routine for himself, to keep his body as sharp as his mind. He can be found in and around the sparring area, out of the way of people sparring, stretching and working out as best he can.


III. Wildcard

[If there’s anything specific you’d like to do with Peter, just let me know and I can put up a starter in the comments, or feel free to put up your own starter if you like!]

Comments

[heirring]

"Well, to put off heat. Just not in a column of actual fire. It's to shunt arcane energy through a series of mechanisms for a large scale engine of a sorts for the—" Her eyes narrow slightly and she cuts herself off, having discovered the line of Peter's attention.

"—airship," she says, her expression and tone having narrowed and soured by a considerable margin. Wysteria hikes the bucket slightly up in her grip. "Though obviously it's all quite confidential unless you should happen to be assigned to the work. Who are you, by the way?"

It sounds like the opening line to an interrogation. Although presumably, it would all be rather more intimidating were she not a young lady with a shrill voice, or not presently costumed like some comedic amalgamation of knight, blacksmith, and frilly debutante.

[heartstumbles]

Peter realizes that she sees him staring, and he feels the red on the face the same way he feels the sinking pit of his stomach whenever he's stressed out. "So your invention is like...a magical engine? That's awesome!"

"Oh, um, hi, I'm Peter. Peter Parker, I'm a rifter and I've just gotten here," he says, offering a quick, awkward little wave before holding out his hand to shake. He won't blame her if she doesn't take it, though.

"And I'm sorry, for staring," he adds. "That was rude of me."

[heirring]

"It was rude of you," she agrees, something in her square face remaining just marginally pinched even as she produces her right hand to accept his offered one. It's still in the heavy leather glove, so this little bit of formality is more 'shaking with an oven mitt on' than not, but surely it's the thought that counts.

Or something.

"You should be more careful not to, Mister Parker. I daresay you will see stranger things in Thedas than myself, and some of them will be considerably less understanding. It would be best to get in the practice of doing otherwise now." She is still shaking his hand, having continued the up down motion throughout this miniature lecture.

"You may call me Madame de Foncé."

Ok, now he can have his hand back.

[heartstumbles]

He nods. He wishes he could take back the staring, but hindsight and all of that. He's grateful she accepts his offer of a handshake despite his earlier rudeness. The heavy leather glove reminds him of an oven mitt, and that, in turn, makes him think of May and her attempts at cooking. He feels both a pang of grief and a spark of happiness at the thought.

"Understood," he nods again as he wonders just how many strange things he's likely to encounter here in Thedas. He wonders if he should pull his hand away first but considering that he's already been rude he doesn't want to risk it. "Madame de Foncé. That's a nice name, if you don't mind me saying so."

He hopes that he didn't mess up the pronunciation of her name too terribly.

"I will make sure to be more considerate in the future," he says.