Jersey Homeplot [Waking up post]

[segaboybrodie]

One of the good things about Deadpool disappearing was that Brodie had a whole fucking room to himself. Well, the other half of the room was mostly full of comics he'd pilfered from the bookshelf, but it was the thought that counted. No more of him randomly popping up just when Brodie was thinking rubbing one out, or when he was finally getting

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[daretodo]

The problem's not where I wake up -- in somebody's basement -- so much as it's how I wake up.

First of all, I'm in costume, which is definitely not what I fell asleep in last night. I mean, it's been months since I pulled out the Spidey suit, so why I'd wear to bed makes little to no sense. Don't get me wrong, the thing's deceptively comfortable and all, but it's not exactly the sorta thing you sleep in, yanno?

Second of all, I'm in a hammock. A hammock made of web. A hammock made of web that I don't remember making. A hammock made of web that I don't remember making in a basement I've never seen before.

Third of all, I wake up because my spider-sense is tin-- Wait, that's not right. Well, it is right, but it hasn't been right ever since I landed myself on the poor man’s Savage Land. And now that I think about it, I shouldn't be able to even see I'm in a basement I’ve never seen before, because I'm not wearing my glasses.

But why my spider-sense is tingling's probably the most important thing, here, because fourth and last of

[heatedrod]

Waking up next to someone and not remembering going to bed with that someone's cool and all -- not like Johnny hasn't done it in the past -- but usually they wait until he's actually awake to start yelling at him.

Or he's flying off before they can get a chance to.

Johnny blinks groggily, seeing Spider-Man stuck to his ceiling. He really needs to work on how much time he spends around Peter, because dreaming that is just wrong. "Cause I'm fantastic," he mutters, not realizing he's actually said it because he's rolling over and bumping shoulder to shoulder with another body.

"Huh."

Things start to piece together pretty rapidly for Johnny after that -- especially the part where Peter's on the ceiling because they had woken up cuddling in a spider web with Johnny only in his -- he took a quick glance down -- Fantastic Four boxers.

"Soooo..." Johnny takes advantage of the spider web rolling him closer to MJ and stays where he is as he looks up at the ceiling. "Morning?"

[getemtiger]

For her part, Mary Jane was half-asleep enough to not have noticed anything wrong until Peter was suddenly not beside her, and another body was. Far too disoriented to make any sense of it, she rubbed her eyes, looking up at Peter -- who she was certain hadn't been wearing his costume, the last time she'd checked -- and then rolling over to find herself facing Johnny, which was just weird. That they were in some strange web hammock was really the least of her concerns.

"Didn't know Pete was into this," she mumbled sleepily, stretching her arms up over her head. "But I can't say I blame him." Glancing back up at the ceiling again, she asked, "Why are you dressed and he isn't?"

[daretodo]

"Mary Jane!" I say, and for a second I swear I sound just like Aunt May. 'Cause if there's one thing I'm not into, it's having Johnny's human torch anywhere near me or MJ.

But you know what the best thing about having powers again is? The amazing combination of sensational reflexes and spectacular strength. Without so much as another a second's thought, I fire a web at Johnny, yanking him up and out of the hammock.

"This is so not cool."

[heatedrod]

"HEY!" If anyone's managed to still be asleep in the crowded basement, they probably aren't now, and Johnny isn't making any apologies. "Dude, this is your webbing, I just woke up in it."

Without really thinking about it -- or the fact that he isn't on the ground -- Johnny grabs the webbing where he can and burns through it.

Leaving gravity to do her dirty work. "Ow."

Before Peter can say anything, Johnny flings a tiny fireball up toward the ceiling at him. "Not cool, dude!"

[segaboybrodie]

"HEY!" Brodie shouted up at the web-encased three-way currently going on near his ceiling. "Would you guys chill the fuck--HOLY SHIT."

And then he realized exactly WHO was near his ceiling. Goddamn Spider-Man, in the costume, no less. Mary Jane. The fucking HUMAN TORCH. Yeah, his bedroom was fucking crowded from all the tag-alongs from Shit Pit Island, but the last place Brodie had thought to look was up on the goddamned ceiling.

He was glad he hadn't gotten around to finally putting a mirror up there.

It'd been a thought. Renee had told him it was gross. What did SHE know, anyway?

[getemtiger]

If Peter's pulling Johnny out of the net wasn't enough to get Mary Jane fully awake, then the fireball absolutely was. Blinking a few times, she sat up as much as she could, glancing down at Brodie -- and the rest of the fairly crowded basement -- when he spoke. This definitely wasn't what she would have expected when she went to sleep the night before.

"And then maybe get me out of here?" she asked, feigning cheerfulness, waving one hand as if to get attention. "Kind of stuck up here."

[daretodo]

"We're in a house, Flamebrain," I say to Johnny, all the while darting out of the way. It might be a tiny fireball, but sheesh. Common sense.

Making my way back towards MJ, I realize just now how much I missed wallcrawling. It's a surprisingly useful skill, and it sure as heck makes it easy work to get her down from the web and onto the ground.

For the simple novelty of being able to do it again after so months, though, I stay standing on the ceiling, entirely upside down. Arms folded against my chest, I ask, "Okay, so not that I'm complaining, but anyone mind telling me why we're here?"

[un_gloved]

"Only if you boys promise to calm down, 'n play nice," Rogue said, flying thoughtlessly up to the corner of the room to yank the webbing down. If Brodie's family came down here for any reason, although she could only imagine that they would avoid doing so at pretty much all costs, the less conspicuously bizarre the scenario the better.

[heatedrod]

"I am calm," Johnny protests as he gets up on his feet. This seems a pretty tiny basement for everyone crowded into it - including some guy who looked like he'd just crawled in through the window.

"So..." The fact that he's only in a pair of boxers (with a big 4 right up front and center) barely fazes Johnny as he asks the room, "Anyone wanna explain what the hell is going on?"

[un_gloved]

She flew to the other corner that was farther out on the ceiling, wrapped an ungloved hand in the rope of webbing and pulled, flashing MJ a wave as she did.

"Hiya, MJ. It's a special brand of island weird," she explained.

"Back on th'island, we're all still sleepin'."

[dreaming_cowboy]

"Just another dream I can't wake up from," Spike says, now leaning against one of the walls, one hand in his pocket and the other sadly lacking the cigarette he needs to make the moment really feel right.

[un_gloved]

Rogue stopped where she was hovering, turned her head to look down at him, then balled up some of the webbing she'd pulled down and threw it at Spike's head.

[daretodo]

I look over to the guy with the green hair, vaguely recognizing him as the one Gambit fought during Jean's birthday. Then I do a double-take 'cause he's suddenly got a wad of webbing stuck in the very same green hair, courtesy of his girlfriend.

"...um, okay, Philosophy 101 dude with the hair?" I say, pointing to my own head. "You're gonna want to let that dissolve -- unless you woke up this morning with a sudden hankering to be bald, 'cause then you can just go grab the scissors."

[getemtiger]

"So, wait. We're back there, and we're here at the same time?" Mary Jane asked, admittedly finding it a little weird that no one except maybe Johnny seemed to be quite as concerned about this. So far, the only upside that she could see was that Peter standing on the ceiling was actually kind of hot. "How does that even work?"

[segaboybrodie]

"Who the fuck even says that's what's going on?" Brodie said, interjecting,
"You can't just ASSUME."

Sure, he could be content to just sit back and watch these guys make their own half-assed conjectures, but this was HIS fucking world, now. Besides, it was obvious that all the superheroes had their powers back and everything. How the fuck did THAT work when they were supposed to be fictional in good old Leonardo, New Jersey?