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.

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[justanitgirl]

Peter Parker. That's some alliteration he's got there. Then again, can she really talk when she went by 'O' for a good month or so on the mandatory god registry? Probably not. Of course, then he brings up the thing about 'Sliders' and she has to wonder if the kid is old enough to even know what it is. It's like talking old school Doctor Who to anyone who didn't hunt it down to within an inch of its life. "Sliders was this old show back in ... the eighties, I think. The whole thing was about a bunch of people sliding through a, mostly controlled wormhole and landing on different Earths. The joke was that we could have a multi-Earth party when we all get back. If we could."

[yessuitlady]

The alliteration is really the only reason why he was lowkey begging her to not laugh when he said it.

To give an honest answer, if it's from the eighties and not available in some way that he can readily access and watch things? He's probably unaware of it or at least it's not going to sound familiar to him.

"That... that sounds really cool," Peter would chinhands if he felt that was an actual option for him, "The show. And if a party could happen. Hey, maybe that's a good way of looking at whatever this place is? I hope I remember the show name, at least. Like if deja vu is still a thing."

[justanitgirl]

"Maybe, I mean, theoretically when whatever brought us here, time storm or displacement, or whatever, puts us back onto our own Earths, we should remember everything. Which doesn't really have a bearing on your whole secret identity thing since I'm pretty sure we're all from different Earths." She holds up a finger, leaning back against one of the tables in the room. The look on her face seems a bit distracted; like she's trying to figure something out that she'd usually be playing off of others with her level of IQ and experience. To be fair though, she would be. There'd be Cisco, Caitlin, Ray, and Curtis. Even Doctor Stein would be there to help sort out this mess. "I mean, I've no idea who these Avengers guys you were talking about are and they seemed big in your world. And I'm pretty sure you've never heard of The Flash or The Arrow. They're pretty big in mine." Big was putting it kind of mildly. With Iris's blog out there and everything else that came with the whole meta thing in Central City, she was pretty sure Barry was a national phenomenon. Oliver? Less so. Not that Oliver wasn't as important as Barry, he just sat on a 'Legends' end of the spectrum. Important, but no one was going to know much about him outside certain circles. "Also there's Steph. We share some place names, like, she's from Gotham, but her Gotham and mine are totally different. Like city took over by a supercomputer verse the only interesting thing there being the hot and eccentric billionaire playboy that lives there." Her eyes flick up a second, almost remembering Peter there; even though she was actually still talking directly to him. "Not that I'm into hot and eccentric billionaire playboys. It's just one of the highlights of the city. That and crime. Lots and lots of film noir-type crime."

[yessuitlady]

If she had gone into more detail she would have had him sitting there with his chin in his hands. All of this sounds interesting.

"Uh yeah, I have nooooooooo idea who any of those people are. Or Gotham besides the fact it's a place from how it's being described to me."

Peter might be turning a very slight shade of pink at that.

"I don't think my world has noir-type crime. But I've heard people describe Mr. Stark as an eccentric billionaire. And my aunt probably thinks he's a playboy for that matter. Maybe that's just a common type? But like I can vouch for Mr. Stark being a great guy. Just, um, way different. Larger than life? I don't know..."

[justanitgirl]

"Not all." Well, Peter hadn't said all, just that it could be common. To be fair, most of the billionaires she's met seemed like that. Then again, her sample pool wasn't exactly large. Just Oliver and Ray, so the whole thing was pretty split even in its own way. Not that Oliver was a playboy now. Just, he used to be. "I'm pretty sure my friend Ray is the total opposite of a playboy." She looks up into the black, thinking again. "Kinda wish he were here actually. He'd love it. It's like a big weird riddle, you know?" She was also pretty sure Ray would make one hell of a god. He was literally the nicest guy she knew. "Or Barry and Cisco. Not billionaires, but super smart. Like, way better then MENSA smart - not that MENSA is a good judge of intelligence." She's rambling again, but she does that.