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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!]

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Well... okay, fine, she can answer one more question.

"It's not far."

Clarisse turns and points in the vague direction of Kirkwall and, just beyond it, the Gallows. "Should be less than a day by horse. Right, Bizkit?"

The horse she's been cleaning up snorts and shakes her head as if in answer.

"Griffons would be much faster," Clarisse adds. "But fewer people can ride them. They're picky as hell."

"Okay," Peter says, with a nod. "Thank you. Less than a day's ride doesn't seem too bad." Of course, Peter doesn't really have that much experience horseback riding, so that will be its own kind of new adventure.

He considers her horse, named Bizkit, apparently. But any observations about her horse fade into the background when she mentions griffons. Peter's eyes widen.

"There are griffons here? Whoa! That's so cool!"

He can't help his excitement; if he's going to be stuck in a new world, at least there are magical creatures.

Yeah, yeah, they're really cool. (They are, actually.)

"I'm gonna take it that you don't have animals like that where you're from," Clarisse observes. He sounds like a kid who just rolled up to camp and found out there are pegasi in the stables and nymphs in the trees. Did Clarisse ever say that shit when she was new? She can't remember.

"Not griffons, no," Peter says. But he does still remember his own experiences with mythological sorts of animals, how once Valkyrie flew with him and the Infinity Stone Gauntlet with her magic horse as they tried to keep said gauntlet from Thanos. "But we have flying horses. Or, well, the Asgardians have flying horses."

And it still doesn't get old for Peter, he believes. Finding and experiencing something new and magical. Even as he might be wary of magic after that spell he botched with Strange, Peter can't help but still be curious and eager to learn more about what he doesn't know.

"Yeah," Clarisse says, leaning back against Limp Bizkit's side and reaching a hand up to stroke the horse's neck, "we have those too where I'm from. Pegasi."

She doesn't know what the hell an Asgardian is, but a flying horse is a flying horse, right?

"That's really cool," Peter says, watching her pet her horse. He always wished he got more of a chance to see those flying horses up close. Well, he thinks, maybe he can eventually get to see the griffons up close. That's definitely something to look forward to, in all of this craziness, at least.

"Did you get to ride a Pegasus?"

It's another question, but Peter is genuinely curious. The world she comes from seems fascinating to him.

"Sure. I rode them sometimes. My best friend? She was the best pegasi rider we had." Clarisse waves her free hand in the air, sort of dismissive—Silena would kill her, but she never thought the pegasi were all that cool. "It was never my specialty or anything, though. I mostly rode regular horses on the ground."

Well, for Clarisse, 'regular horses' means, like... the skeletal ones they used for chariot racing, or the flaming ones that pulled her dad's war chariot. But they couldn't fly, so aside from being weird-looking, they seemed regular to her.

"The griffons can be temperamental, but if they get to know you, one might let you ride it eventually. In the meantime, Ellie, she's the griffon keeper, I bet she'd take you up."

"Oh really? That's so cool! And regular horses are cool too," Peter adds. "Sorry, I don't have a lot of experience with animals. I live in the city and really didn't get a chance to go horseback riding."

He nods. He'll have to remember to look Ellie up when they get to the Gallows. He'd love to see the griffons up close.

"Ellie," he repeats. "Awesome! I'll be sure to seek her out. I'd love to learn more about the griffons." And if he eventually got to ride one? That would be even better. But he doesn't want to get his hopes up; he'll be fine just getting to observe them for now.

Ellie will talk his ear off about the griffons if he lets her. And no offense, but Peter seems like the type of guy who'd let her.

Also... the city, huh.

"What city?"

"New York!" Peter says, with the enthusiasm of someone who has kind of made being from New York their whole personality. "Queens, specifically."

Although technically, now, he's in Manhattan. But still. Queens will always be home, regardless of where his current living arrangements are.

"What about you? Where are you from?"

Oh, Queens, huh. Like Jackson. Yeah, that sounds about right (and she can't say why, exactly—it just does).

"Long Island," Clarisse says. She's just gonna skip over the fact that she did, technically, move back to Arizona less than a year ago. New York was where she spent all her most important years, anyway.

"Oh nice! I once had a friend who lived on Long Island," he says, thinking of Happy and his apartment. He hopes Happy was able to fix his place up, after the disaster that was the multiversal mess with all the different villains. He still feels bad about helping to destroy his place after Happy offered it as a safe place to live.

"Do you miss the city, being here?" He asks, curious. From what he's been told Kirkwall is a city. But he also knows there really isn't anyplace like New York City.

"Yeah." Clarisse can admit that much. "I miss the food, mostly."

Not a lie, but it's deeper than that. She misses being able to walk through a place feeling like she belongs there, like she knows how to dress and speak and act. It's different, here. She'll always be an outsider, no matter how good she gets at faking it.

Peter nods. He expects that he will definitely miss the food, the longer he remains in Thedas. Especially Delmar's, although, all things considered, maybe it's not such a bad thing that he can't rely on the comfort food from his past right now.

"Yeah," he says, "I get that. There's nothing like New York food."

Which raises another question, one he isn't sure he wants the answer to.

"How is the food here, by the way? In comparison?"

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