Episode 1: Peter Parker's Pilot

[webball]

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 ]

[spellbent]

... Do I want to know why ordering a pizza is considered a drastic measure?

Re: [ phone ]

[webball]

Well, I've got very low standards when it comes to... drasticness. Drasticization.
...Drasticitiy?

[Peter is comforted slightly by the tone and response he just heard. It sounded like a real person, someone who is thinking rationally. Peering out the window this morning, all he saw were creepy Bob Thompson's and Suzy Jones's skipping along their merry way as if nothing was wrong...]

Plus, I usually go to this place by my house, and Vinny would be terribly disappointed in me if I cheated on him with... whatever pizza place I'm speaking to.

[spellbent]

... Right. [ even if that tone was mildly annoyed and slightly bored? ]

This isn't a pizza place, this is a residence. For some reason, the phones default to addressing the town at large.

[webball]

[Peter is always happy to have someone to bounce his nervous ramblings off of, if not a face to punch in]

Ah. Well. This is embarrassing. I'm on speaker phone with the whole damn... wherever this is.

...What town is this, again? It creeps me out.

Oh God... I hope this isn't Jersey.

[spellbent]

[ ... okay, that gets a chuckle out of him ]

Far worse than Jersey. Welcome to Mayfield.

[webball]

[Worse than Jersey...!? This is either the Negative Zone, or... Hell itself.]

Well. I gotta say, I'm not going to be picking up any T-shirts anytime soon.

Am I the only one who has no idea why he's here? I'm not crazy, right?

[spellbent]

We've all been kidnapped and dumped here, without so much as an explanation. I'm sure that by now you've noticed your possessions are gone, as well as any superhuman abilities, should you normally have them.

... As for whether or not you're crazy, that remains to be seen.

[webball]

Hold on one second, please?

[There is a rumble as the phone is rested somewhere, then a brief silence on the line. A thud and a quiet yelp of pain in the background, before a rustling as the phone is picked up.]

..........There is some truth in what you just said. (Oof.)

WAIT. You mentioned, uh... "superhuman abilities, should I have them"? ...Do, uh... do YOU have... said abilities? Out of curiosity?

[spellbent]

[ What the hell was this kid doing? ... Did he even want to know? ]

I think the people in this town who do have them outnumber the people who don't.

[webball]

Ah. Okay. This is probably an X-Men thing. I should leave this to those guys.

You've probably seen them running around, right? Bunch of twenty-somethings in bright costumes, one of them probably bald and handicapped, another one hairy and Canadian?

[spellbent]

... I can't say I've seen any X-Men. [ Now he's trying to figure out if this kid is just a comic book fan, or from a comic book himself ]

I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Warren.

[webball]

Figures. Those guys are never around when you need them. It's only when Magneto's running around spouting propaganda that they ever do anything useful.

Ah... sorry. Name's Peter, by the way. Nice to meet you, Warren.

[spellbent]

Yes, well, for all of the superpowered people we seem to have running around, they haven't done us much good.

[webball]

I... yeah, I can see that. Seeing as you're all still here. And now I am too.

So, I'm guessing it's not so simple as just... leaving, right? What's the deal? Armed guards? Electric fences? Is the town dangling on the edge of a cliff on all sides?

[spellbent]

The town... loops back on itself, somehow. You can walk in any one direction forever, and you'll always find yourself back where you started.

[webball]

Okay. Now I'm creeped out. This sounds like some horrible nightmare you can't wake up from.

This is definitely worse than Jersey.