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[secondhandwebs]

WHO: May Parker and anyone involved in the Spider-baby sitting adventures.
WHERE: In and around her apartment in the MAC
WHEN: This week
WARNINGS: Corruption of the youth?
SUMMARY: Spider-babysitting is go! Jess, May, and Pat try to survive the hordes of the damned young. Start your own subthreads!
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

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FOR THE BABBIES IN MAY'S APARTMENT

[arakhnes]

So here, she was, sitting on the couch in May's apartment with a bunch of kids.

How did her life come to this. It wasn't bad enough that she was getting weird deja vu adventures already regarding time traveling and having seen this before or something? (God, she wasn't even... whatever.) But now, this? Honestly, she wasn't even sure what to do except for watch the little kids and she definitely didn't like the idea that she was sitting in this apartment out of costume (those sunglasses sure did help though!) trying to finish her homework. (That, she was serious about.)

Oh, look, the movie was over. Well, it was probably too much to hope that Bambi would subside them forever. Maybe she can just stick in Donnie Darko and they'll stay put.

Or give them nightmares. Whichever. At least Patrick and May were around to make up for her incompetence.

[boysansfear]

"This is boring. I'm bored." Matt stared unwaveringly at the TV, arms crossed in a show of his displeasure over the situation. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be back home. Even if Hell's Kitchen wasn't quite the same as it had been the day before, it was still vaguely familiar and it held some level of comfort for him. This place, May's apartment... it didn't even come close.

He turned to Jessica, pouting slightly at her. Whatever she was doing was leaps and bounds more interesting than the garbage on television. "Julia, you said we could play outside!"

[arakhnes]

Okay, convert the degrees to radians then multiply by ((PI)/180o) and --

Oh, dammit. Her thoughts were interrupted by Matt and she chewed on the eraser of her pencil for a moment before replying, eyes still glued to the notebook in her lap. God, she still couldn't get over how different this kid was from his adult self, so needy. What was with that?

"We will, but not right now. Gotta wait until May gets back, okay?" She said after a moment, scribbling in some numbers and then turning the page.

[incywincier]

Peter had been excited to see a Disney film he hadn't seen before. His current favorite was Robin Hood, and this one had animals too! (Even if deer weren't as cool as foxes.)

Now, however, he was being very quiet. Mostly because he'd been hiding in the bathroom ever since -- well. There was a reason Ben and May had never taped Bambi on their VCR, that was for sure.

OPEN TO ALL

[secondhandwebs]

[May's entering the apartment, as seen above, arms full of bags. What sights will greet her?]

[littlestbigfoot]

[A SMALL CHILD BOUNCES IN OUT OF NOWHERE!]

Oh! What did you procreate while you were away? Can I see?

[secondhandwebs]

[She has to grin at Hank. Who'd have thought a kid could be so like his adult version? She offers him the first bag of movies.]

Take a look. I aimed for anything that looked like it involved space or aliens or elves.

[Because May did not inherit her dad's love of sci-fi and fantasy. She has no idea what this all is]

Anything rated under R, at least.

[littlestbigfoot]

[He took the bag enthusiastically, then hopped up and latched his feet on the archway into the living room, digging through the bag with his free hand.]

Did you get The Day The Earth Stood Still? That's one of my most preferential! I saw it in my habitation and almost viewed it at the time, but there was a multiplicity yet to see in this place!

open to everyone;

[fastburning]

[ hi guys. meet the worst babysitter ever. ]

[secondhandwebs]

[Hush, she's assembled a crack team of superhero babysitters. There's no way this can go wrong. May flops on a chair, in sore need of a nap already.]

So, welcome to the City. Where things like this are no longer surprising.

[fastburning]

How long's crap like this usually last?

[ He nudges May with an elbow, eyeing the chaos left behind by the deaged wonders. ]

[secondhandwebs]

[She lifelessly swats at the elbow with one hand, eyes closed.]

A couple days to a week.

[There is so much dread in the word 'week.' So much]

Usually no reason why or how that we ever find out. It just comes and goes because it can.

THE OPENEST

[badendspider]

[Pat can count the things he knows about children on one hand, thanks to not having experience...or a childhood. But he figures as long as he keeps the kids from sticking their fingers in sockets or leaping from windows, this should go fine.

In theory.

Pat mans up and knocks on the door, a plastic bag in his other hand.]

[incywincier]

[ The door is opened by a small boy in glasses. He's also wearing a sweater vest and slacks, the poor kid. ]

H'lo?

[badendspider]

[No judgment here! For all Pat knows that is the height of fashion.] Hi. I'm a friend of May's. And, uh. I guess I'm going to be helping to take care of you guys! [He smiles. Nervously. HOW DO I INTERACT WITH KIDS]

[incywincier]

Hi. I'm Peter!

[ Pause. Oh right, Aunt May taught him about manners and stuff. ]

How d'you do?

[ Of course, Aunt May was born in, oh, the thirties ... ]

open to everyone come at me bros

[mockingchick]

[Bobbi decided to take a break from doing "science experiments" with Tony and drop by May's place, to see if she needed reinforcements for the kiddos. She had with her some supplies borrowed from the Mansion: a couple boxes of Pop Tarts, a bag of chips, a big gallon jug of orange juice, and a couple of sleeping bags, just in case. Hefting it all across town took awhile, and she was winded from the walk when she finally arrived at May's door. She knocked loudly, dropping the supplies on the floor beside her.]

Yoohoo! Let me in!

[littlestbigfoot]

[There's some fumbling before the door opens, and a tiny face with glasses smiles up at her.]

Hi! My nomenclature is Henry Phillip McCoy, but everyone calls me Hank. What's yours?

[mockingchick]

That's a big word for someone so young.

[She smiles, dragging the goodies inside.]

My nomenclature is Barbara Morse, but everyone calls me Bobbi.

[littlestbigfoot]

Pleased to meet you, Bobbi! [He shuts the door behind her and follows her in.]

Are you engendering our commune with us?