I fail at wit

[justanitgirl]

Who: Felicity justanitgirl and everyone and anyone
What: Month post, one specifically for Peter
When: Through March
Where: Felicity's temple and around town
Warnings: None


A.
(For Peter)

It's been a bit since Spiderman had been staying with her and Oliver. Since his arrival, he hadn't ever taken off the mask. At least, not in front of them. So he'd been wandering around in his mask and whatever he was normally wearing. It was actually kind of cute, in a nieve yet determined sort of way. It's not like she doesn't get it, but she also knows it's silly. He can't keep this up. Still, she can't help but tease him about it.

"Are you going to wear that forever here?"



B.
(Open)

She was still working on some of the finishing touches in the technology temple. It really amazed her how things changed as different people took over. When the last person was here it had been a mechanic's shop, but now that she'd taken it over there were fiberoptics and computer tech all over. She hadn't even really done much.

The man wandering around and checking the tech seemed stressed out but focused. Working with her rather than waiting for her orders. Something she appreciated. She still wasn't comfortable being looked at as a god. More then anything, she preferred being looked at as someone there to help.

While he worked on the inside, she examined a tablet, looking over her documents to see what needed to be done. Between both her temples she was sure she could expedite things.


C.
(Open)

The housing thing is actually going pretty well, and Felicity is right there helping. It's something she feels strongly about, she doesn't want people just existing on the street like she did.

Comments

[notdreaming]

The sun and moon had been gone for not quite eight hours when a native came running into the temple of Industry. The woman’s inclination was clearly not to communicate, but something had panicked her. She takes a moment to bob her head respectfully before committing the ultimate blasphemy: grabbing Felicity by the arm and dragging her bodily out of the temple after her. She doesn’t stop or let herself be dissuaded until they’ve reached a nice courtyard, with plenty of benches and restaurants opening onto a lovey fountain. On the ground in front of one of those benches is a blonde wrapped in a red blanket— no, that’s a cape. It’s Kara, looking for all the world like she’s only sleeping.

[yessuitlady]

Peer had quickly started to stammer at the question, "But, I... what about the whole secret identity thing? I mean I can't exactly go broadcasting both of them around... right?"

Was this an admission of messing up an introduction? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He was getting there anyway.

"Uh, um...well..."

Okay, he definitely was starting to see the drawbacks of keeping himself to one identity. The mask was almost unbearable to wear during the heat wave that made up the brief summer the bay just experienced a short while ago. The fact that he keeps almost saying his real name when people introduce themselves and it's his turn to do the same.