Peter furtively makes another lap of the bistro, a picture of jitters and apprehension as he checks every last inch of the place. He wants to make sure Stacy has reconstructed it exactly how he remembers it, though since said reconstruction is brick-for-brick captured from his brain patterns it's unlikely that he'll ever notice any discontinuity ( Read more... )

Nighttime.

Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.

A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.

...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.

Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.

Yet ( Read more... )

[NOTE: This takes place DURING the holiday plot. If your character is involved in that, then they're still on the surface and not on the ship at this time.]The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see ( Read more... )

Those who have seen Peter Parker around lately will know that he didn't take the Daligig's revelation at all well. Hours spent in the sensoriums fawning over the New York panoramic, even more time spent in the media library trawling through records from Skip James to the Smiths, all of which acutely miserable.

But that was then and this is now. ( Read more... )

Peter walked into the sensoriums once again, after sending out his message to find Lorne's bar had already been set up, as if Stacy had been expecting him. The green-skinned demon barkeep smiled warmly ( Read more... )

Something...odd is happening on the ship. Plant-like protrusions are occasionally sprouting in places throughout the ship ( Read more... )

Many things have been on the minds of the crew lately, and many things have happened.

There is, however, one happening which might go completely unnoticed by all but the most astute members of the crew.

Lately, all across the ship, in different rooms at different times, there is a strange feeling of unnaturalness. It happens slowly, so slowly ( Read more... )

There's a familiar sight in the sensoriums. New York stretches out underneath Peter's feet, starting with the Baxter Building. Perched on the roof with a beer and a ghettoblaster playing Strangers, he picks out his old house in Forest Hills with Aunt May and MJ's next door; his inner city apartment with Harry. Out in the Village he can make out ESU ( Read more... )

 Between nearly killing himself trying to help people and his talk with Nathan, Peter was exhausted. Even with his upbeat demeanor, it was hard to not say he felt stressed. His flight-breaks no longer helping, he decided he needed to take a few hours. He found himself at the sensoriums, a place he had heard talked about like the holodeck from Star ( Read more... )

The undead were pounding at the doors -- all of them, and the windows, and the walls in general for that matter.

The front doors were going to be a problem, though. They zombies were actually breaking through there.

Battle stations everyone!