voice | un: parker

[starkwebs]

Hey, so.

Does anyone want to hang out and maybe build this cool lego replica of a medieval castle?

( That sound you hear? Definitely a box of legos he's shaking around. )

Or - I found a few different cleaning products that when mixed together can make some pretty awesome reactions? We can go mix them together, see what happens? Don't worry! I've got safety equipment and all that, promise.

Or we could do whatever. I'm easy.

( He just misses Ned and Aunt May and Happy's voice mail already, you know? )

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[smokedout]

Well, I'm here to supervise you if you get your hands on it.. a few of the recipes in there like to go off before you're a safe distance away from 'em.

You a science geek or something?

[starkwebs]

​Really? I'm kind of curious. Do you think we could find that here?

Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm on the Academic Decathlon team back home, and I'm pretty good at ​making stuff or re-purposing older tech. And I like to tinker with things here and there.

( Like pieces of technology from previous monster attacks that can literally incinerate people. No big deal. )

[smokedout]

Anything's possible - I figure at least a few realities have it, and the library boasts having most anything from anywhere.

[Wow, this is a mega-nerd. Honestly the type of person Dodger would probably be if he hadn't ended up being a sketchy criminal.]

...Actually - you need some extra cash? I could use some help from someone who knows what they're doing with chemistry. Best description of the goal is.. making an injectible cure to mysophobia.

[starkwebs]

I'll check it out and see if I find it!

( Okay, that's a little rude. And it's never to late to change, you know. Peter is happy to share what he knows.

The offer makes him pause, though. He doesn't even think about the money. When he responds, his tone is definitely excited.)

Oh man, I'd love to help! You don't have to pay me or anything.

[smokedout]

Hey, don't turn the money down just yet - trust me, if you can get this idea working I'll be in your debt.

[This kid was even easier to convince than Adam. That's kind of exciting, and he can't help a smirk on his face.]

How about you come down to floor four, room one - I can show you what I'm working with and what the basic concept is.

[starkwebs]

I'll keep it in mind, but seriously, you don't have to pay me for science. Ever.

( He's always eager to help where he can. And finding a cure for a phobia definitely sounds like a good way to spend time. Not to mention he can impress Mr. Stark if it works. )

Sounds good! Do you want me to bring anything? Something to drink? Snacks? The legos?

[smokedout]

Well, I guess I won't argue if you're serious.

[Free labor is something he doesn't strictly approve of, but can't really disagree with if it's mutually beneficial anyway.]

Running low on beer, if you're old enough to pick that up. Otherwise just bring some cola and snacks.

[This kid is so eager to please... it's kind of endearing, and kind of annoying. He's not sure yet which one he feels more.]

do you wanna continue with action?

[starkwebs]

Beer? No, sorry. I still have a few more years to go for that. But I've got plenty of other stuff. I'll see you soon!!

( He gets a quick goodbye before Peter is cutting the feed and going to collect snacks to meet Dodger!! )

heck yea!!

[smokedout]

See you here, then.

[When Peter gets there... well, Dodger's room is kind of a huge mess. The hallway near his room is charred in places and has a few holes in the wall, and the door to Dodger's room is both charred black and broken off its hinges, resting in the doorway diagonally.

Dodger's walls are filled with pictures of and notes on different people, filling every inch of every wall, with bits of string connecting different ones. The floor is covered in laundry, and in the center of the room is what looks very, very much like a charred, dead dog... aside the the missing chunk of its head that reveals broken wiring and dented metal bits. The walls have jars of multi-colored fireflies strung up like fairy lights, and there are vials of glowing liquid that matches the color of the fireflies on Dodger's desk, among piles of notes that haven't made it to the wall yet.

And sitting by that desk is Dodger - scarred up, missing his right eye, and currently wearing what looks like a thick shock collar with a green light on the buckle.]

Hey - just leave whatever snacks you brought by the door. You weren't in the city in... what is it- May, right?