In which two City guys luckily remain guys.
WHO: Spider-Man (bythreadalone) and Gintoki-san (permed_justice), OPEN to anyone else in the neighborhood.
WHERE: Gin's home/office, still being re-rebuilt.
WHEN: During the genderswap epidemic of '09.
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: After being patched up from his fight with Ms. Carnage, Spidey drops by. Maybe they'll have some ice cream.
FORMAT: Parapper the Paragrapher
Whether it was fortune or fate to have avoided the strange misfortune that had befallen most of the City's denizens, a calm that was truly appreciated had been granted by the gods to one Gintoki Sakata and his home - or at least, what was currently standing. Not more than a few days ago, a feral demon unleashed from the seediest lows of the earth had arrived at his home and hungrily sank his claws into all that he saw, reducing a great deal of hard work and elbow grease into a sloppy, rubble-filled mess. He himself had been fairly well injured, but it was nothing a little down time and a roll of bandages couldn't fix.
Wielding not a sword for a change, but instead, a thin, flat square of metal, Gintoki slowly and evenly spread a coating of drywall across an area of the living room that had been freshly rebuilt. As the doctor had ordered, he was being careful not to strain himself and made very careful movements to avoid re-opening any of his wounds; several parts of his body, though obscured by his clothing, were wrapped up tightly with bandaging and tape. Still, he couldn't simply lay around and do nothing, not when his home - and his pride - was still in a state of ruin. There were still boards to be cut, walls to surface, and paint to be applied, not to mention parts of the roof to be carefully repaired.
Standing back from his work, Gin raised up a hand and wiped a small gathering of sweat from his brow, then popped a small piece of candy into his mouth from out of his pocket.
Gintoki's communicator sat nearby, surrounded by a few other tools of the job, and from it, he had been hearing a lot of strange blurbs over the network from some of his colleagues, many of them complaining that they had been mysteriously changed into the 'wrong' gender.
Of course, this was a curious claim to make, Gin thought at first. Was there really a 'wrong' gender to be? Being a woman wasn't any worse than being a man, more or less. Initially, he wondered if maybe some of the heroes out there making these complaints were acting a bit sexist.
However, he quickly realized what they really meant, having been swapped from one gender to the other, but this was no less odd than what he had originally thought. Thankfully, it wasn't any of his concern; he'd woken up that morning with all the right parts in the right places, so his life would continue on as always.
"Ahh, this is going to take forever..." he groaned aloud, setting his trowel down. "I'm going to take a break..."
WHERE: Gin's home/office, still being re-rebuilt.
WHEN: During the genderswap epidemic of '09.
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: After being patched up from his fight with Ms. Carnage, Spidey drops by. Maybe they'll have some ice cream.
FORMAT: Parapper the Paragrapher
Whether it was fortune or fate to have avoided the strange misfortune that had befallen most of the City's denizens, a calm that was truly appreciated had been granted by the gods to one Gintoki Sakata and his home - or at least, what was currently standing. Not more than a few days ago, a feral demon unleashed from the seediest lows of the earth had arrived at his home and hungrily sank his claws into all that he saw, reducing a great deal of hard work and elbow grease into a sloppy, rubble-filled mess. He himself had been fairly well injured, but it was nothing a little down time and a roll of bandages couldn't fix.
Wielding not a sword for a change, but instead, a thin, flat square of metal, Gintoki slowly and evenly spread a coating of drywall across an area of the living room that had been freshly rebuilt. As the doctor had ordered, he was being careful not to strain himself and made very careful movements to avoid re-opening any of his wounds; several parts of his body, though obscured by his clothing, were wrapped up tightly with bandaging and tape. Still, he couldn't simply lay around and do nothing, not when his home - and his pride - was still in a state of ruin. There were still boards to be cut, walls to surface, and paint to be applied, not to mention parts of the roof to be carefully repaired.
Standing back from his work, Gin raised up a hand and wiped a small gathering of sweat from his brow, then popped a small piece of candy into his mouth from out of his pocket.
Gintoki's communicator sat nearby, surrounded by a few other tools of the job, and from it, he had been hearing a lot of strange blurbs over the network from some of his colleagues, many of them complaining that they had been mysteriously changed into the 'wrong' gender.
Of course, this was a curious claim to make, Gin thought at first. Was there really a 'wrong' gender to be? Being a woman wasn't any worse than being a man, more or less. Initially, he wondered if maybe some of the heroes out there making these complaints were acting a bit sexist.
However, he quickly realized what they really meant, having been swapped from one gender to the other, but this was no less odd than what he had originally thought. Thankfully, it wasn't any of his concern; he'd woken up that morning with all the right parts in the right places, so his life would continue on as always.
"Ahh, this is going to take forever..." he groaned aloud, setting his trowel down. "I'm going to take a break..."