Episode 1: Peter Parker's Pilot

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A. [Action | 460 Stone St | Outside]

[When Peter woke up, yawned, kissed his sleeping wife on the shoulder, clambered out of bed and walked towards the bathroom with his eyes shut... he immediately toppled down the stairs and landed on his face. Jumping up with alarm, his brain clicked awake, synapses firing, as he quickly listed the Wrongs in his

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phone

[brbgoing2russia]

If you're lucky, no one's killed the pizza kid yet today.

Re: phone

[webball]

Wh-what? That's, that's a likely thing that might happen!?

[Jeez! Where the hell did he end up? Guantanamo Bay?!]

Someone should go help him then! I mean, most pizza kids I've met are either jerks or braindead, but that doesn't mean they should get whacked!

[brbgoing2russia]

I've tried! But some people here really like picking off the drones for no good reason.

I mean- uh, welcome to Mayfield!

[webball]

Suddenly, I don't feel like pizza anymore. It's obviously a disturbingly precious commodity here. Like water, or skinny jeans.

Mayfield... is that where I am? Funny how pleasant it sounds... for everyone but pizza people. And drones, I guess. Drones are what, exactly...?

[brbgoing2russia]

No, the water's cool, it's the milk you've gotta watch out for! Oh, yeah, don't drink the milk.

Yup. The drones are people who used to be like us, but they got stuck here and all brainwashey, so they're just totally creepy and smile a lot and ask you why you suck at baking pies so much.

[webball]

[Right... so, no Lucky Charms, then. This day just keeps getting worse...]

Oh, great. So, that's the hip name for those clean-cut zombies out there? Drones? Hm. Well, if that's the case, maybe I'll avoid both them and baked goods...

Well, obviously you're not the pizza guy, and you're not the Milkwoman, because I don't think you'd sabotage your own business like that, so... who is this?

[brbgoing2russia]

Oh, these aren't zombies. Those are all gone already.

I'm Charlie! Or Misfit, whichever you wanna go with. The phones here kind of ring up everyone in town when you use them, you gotta be careful about that, because it's totally awkward when you accidentally hear really personal conversations.

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[The zombies are already gone. ...Peter's starting to hate this town, and he hasn't even walked down the block yet.]

Well, name's Peter, Charlie and-anyone-else-who-is-listening-right-now. Misfit, huh? That some sort of nickname? Seems kind of... negative...

[brbgoing2russia]

It's my code name, but I kind of blew the secret identity thing. I think it's awesome, I came up with it all on my own.

[webball]

[Peter's clutches the phone closer to his ear]

S-secret identity, you say? So does that make you like a secret agent, or....... a superhero?

[brbgoing2russia]

The secret agent thing would be awesome, but nope, superhero, I'm a former batgirl for three and a half days.

[webball]

[former bat girl? She used to be... a baseball assistant? Peter scratches his head but this much is clear: this Charlie claims to be a super hero. That is useful.] What do you mean for three and a half more days?

[brbgoing2russia]

No, I meant my career lasted three and a half days. Batgirl no more.

[webball]

Batgirl, huh...? So... You were bitten by a radioactive bat or something?
Heh. heh heh.

[Because that would be CRAZY right?]

[brbgoing2russia]

Uh, no. That would be crazy.

I had an awesome cowl though.

[webball]

...So, you can fly, right? Or have like a supersonic scream? Maybe nightvision?