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[ Like most, Ami arrives confused and afraid. As soothing as Idris Elba's deep British voiceover is, the video still raises at least as many questions as it answers. First off, why is it Idris Elba? And if the very first room is in disrepair - there's exactly one living plant, incongruously - how much of the rest was false advertising, too?

The simplest and safest first step, though, is to grab a communicator and start skimming through the messages. One is like three hours long, she skips that for now... something something wreckage... something something antique documents... (Where are the timestamps? How old are these messages?) Ultimately, though, an audio post keeps her attention - a woman, terrified, being pursued by something inhuman.

By the time the sound cuts out, Ami's heart is racing. Suddenly, she's very glad she didn't go straight to exploring. ]

hello?
if anyone is out there, please respond!
my name's Ami Aihara, from Recolle, USA.
I don't know how I got here or what's going on
but I don't think it's safe for me to leave by myself.
I'm in the Idris Elba room. please help!!!

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Oh, right...

[ Well that's awkward. Why'd she have to phrase it like that, bring that topic up again? Stupid. ]

I - I just meant... it sounds like you're really smart.

[IT'S FIIIIINE just one of those awkward teenager moments]

Oh, um. Sure, I guess?

[See, here's another awkward teenager moment. HOW THE FUCK do you take a compliment?????]

I- I'm just... uh. Doin' what needs doin', y'know?

[Not like THAT, PETER, JESUS.]

Yeah.

[ Okay well at least he tacitly acknowledged that a compliment took place? Sometimes that's the best you can ask for.

Some awkward silence follows. Uh. ]

Oh, uh, is that the elevator?

Yes, elevator.

[Thank god maybe the elevator can

somehow

make the awkward less awkward???

Probably not, but Peter moseys on over to boop a button to open it.]

So uh, you want the grand tour, or are you in more of a 'chill somewhere and process stuff' mood?

[ She considers for a moment, but... she's already trying to digest a lot of information, so the grand tour would just go in one ear and out the other at this point. ]

... Yeah, I think maybe chilling would be better, if that's okay.

[ Huh, the elevator button didn't light up. Is it not supposed to? ]

Yeah, yeah, totally understand. You can crash at my place for a bit, chill with the... with the cats... Where's the-

[Hang on Peter is suddenly realizing that the elevator is not coming. UHHH.

Okay, so, he tries the button again. Still nothing. Mwellp.]

...So, this is broken. Uuuh. Never really tried the elevators before. Where are the uh, stairs...

[Okay so, now he's looking around for some sort of stairwell. He never uses elevators, also never uses stairs. Fuck. Where is anything??? He should not be the welcome wagon he is USELESS.]

[ Ooh, cats! That brightens her up a bit. Ami is by no means a crazy cat lady, but she can appreciate all things smol and soft and full of rumbles. They have mystical healing properties, cats. Everybody knows that.

Maybe they can use the power of cat purrs on the elevator. Wait a sec, though. If he hasn't tried the elevator and he can't find the stairs, then - ]

How'd you get up here?

Sooooo.

Okay, this is gonna sound totally bonkers? But I climbed. Well, jumped, mostly.

[Since Hadriel, he hasn't been too concerned with keeping his spider stuff a secret. but he knows it still sounds bananas to people who haven't personally witnessed his weird shit.

........... You what?

Climbed.

Like, climbed the uh.

The walls and stuff.

[Insert awkwardly long pause here aaaaaaand,]

...So I uh. Kind of have these like. Abilities? That are kinda weird?

[ Wait.

Wait, he can't be saying what she thinks he's saying. Can he? There is only one possible reason you would say "abilities" in such a weird tone. Sure, it'd be pretty buck-wild, but compared to everything else she's seen today? ]

Peter.

Are you trying to tell me you have superpowers?

That... is a word for it, yes. Like I said, sounds totally bonkers.

[SHRUG like. He got some superpowers man like that's it that's all he's got]

[ Ami breaks out in the biggest grin she's had yet. "Bonkers"? Try awesome! Provided he's not pulling her leg, she is rapidly going from "lowkey impressed" to "holy shit I may have just met the coolest uncool kid alive." ]

Can I see??

[you know what, her being all excited for dumb spider tricks is way better than her being all freaked out about- well, everything else. So, sure, he'll show off for her a little. He doesn't do anything too nuts, just kinda backflips his ass onto the ceiling and sticks there.]

This is uh, admittedly kind of a weird power? But I'm really sticky. Sounds weird out of context?

[SHRUG he's a sticky boy what can he say.]

Whoa!! Haha! [ She applauds. It's real! He's got real-ass superpowers!! This is amazing and completely takes her mind off all the other freaky shit. Actually, the fact that he can do a backflip almost feels like a superpower in and of itself. ]

Yeeeah, probably not something I would mention on a first date! [ At least not in those exact words. Let's be real it also sounds weird in context. ] So wait, if like, somebody threw a golf ball at you right now, it would just stick?

[ Do not give her a golf ball. ]

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. At least for now. Good job, distraction-spider.]

Yeah, I can see that date going super well. "Hey girl you look great, and also I'm sticky". Like, I'm a walking disaster? But I like to think I'm maybe not that bad.

[That's probably not true, he did abandon his first date at homecoming after all.]

But no, just my hands and feet stick to stuff. But, nobody's ever tried pelting me with golf balls before, so who knows?

This calls for a trip to the driving range! You know - for science.

[ She busts into giggles at that idea. If you can dodge a supervillain, you can dodge a ball! ]

Just kidding. Seriously, that's amazing! I'm jealous.

See, I'll do anything for science, but I'm afraid we're fresh out of driving ranges.

[He doesn't even need to dodge them, he can catch them fuckers in his web.]

Honestly, I used to spend most of my time pretending I was normal.

[ Now, if she remembered certain things, Ami would understand the sentiment. It's one thing to wear black makeup and renounce the mainstream; but being rejected yourself, losing your connection to humanity, that's another thing altogether.

If she remembered. Instead, she waves her hand dismissively.]

Pshh. Hey, being normal is overrated! If I could walk on the ceiling, I'd never come down.

Not gonna lie, there were some days where all I wanted was to be normal again.

[That's enough showing off. Peter drops his butt back to the floor and takes a second to straighten his hair out.]

If just anybody back home knew that I can do this stuff, I'd probably never have any privacy again, y'know?

[ She shrugs. ] I mean, I guess? But you can't just have superpowers and never use them, right? That'd be no fun at all.

Oh, I definitely used them. It's just that nobody knew it was me. Liked to keep my personal life and my uh, work life separate, you know what I mean?

[He also shrugs. He'd pose for dumb selfies with people all day as Spider-Man, but Peter Parker just wants to do his freakin' homework okay]

[ Ami nods, considering this. ] Yeah. Like having a secret ident-

[ GASP. ]

Oh my god, you totally use them for fighting crime, don't you? You're a straight-up superhero!

[WELL OKAY Peter can't help but grin at how excited she is about this goofy shit.]

I was still pretty new at it, but yeah, I guess so. Used to be, anyway. Now I'm just Anchor's tech support guy.

Well, hey, that's saving lives too, you know. I do appreciate being able to breathe on this radioactive moon colony.

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