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[myresponsibility]

[Peter's grabbing his actual communicator after trying to call Gwen at least six times and discovering that nope, his smart phone doesn't have a connection down here. In this. Wherever he is.

There's a long moment where he wonders if he's been snagged by someone - not the cops, definitely not the cops, but maybe Dr. Connors or Oscorp or someone, when he'd been walking through the sewer-

He clicks on the audio, holding it like a phone as he starts moving away from the pod, starting to explore a little more, still in the costume.]

Gwen? Are you-

[The audio cuts abruptly for several minutes, because things are starting to fall into place and either this is a really, really weird dream, or he got yanked out of the sewers of New York City by aliens. And now he's stuck on some ship in a strange... somewhere. He can't feel the ship moving, really, there's no hum under his feet from an active engine or something.

The next part is a video feed, and Peter's changed out of the costume by now. He might not be great at keeping the mask on sometimes, but he figures it's better to try and keep the secret for now. He looks a little roughed up. There's scrapes and bruises on his face - over his left eyebrow, his jaw, his cheek, the bridge of his nose - and there's sort of a resigned-but-desperate edge to the way he addresses the camera, because seriously, he really can't be here right now.]

So, uh, I have no idea what's going on, but I really need to get home, like, now. So if someone could point me in the direction of whoever brought me here, I'd really, really appreciate it.

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[springs_eternal]

Yes, hello there!

[There's a voice, but nothing but an empty, open sky on the video screen. It seems that the source is either very bashful, or someone who feels that showing their face might not be the best thing for another new arrival. Let's ease into that, hmm?]

Do not be alarmed, young one. You, like many of us, have been brought to another planet for reasons not yet fully understood. We do not know precisely who is responsible, and there does not seem to be any immediate way to return home.

[No matter how unpleasant it was, he certainly said it with a cheerful, reassuring voice. Hopefully that would help.]

You are not alone in this, however! If there is anything you need, please let us know.

[myresponsibility]

[Someday, Peter will appreciate the fact that the first person he heard from was just trying to be nice and helpful, but right now he's pretty freaked out, and really needs to get out of here.]

Another planet? No, no no no no, I need to get home now. Like, right now. What do you mean, you don't know who brought us here?

[springs_eternal]

[Perfectly understandable. Here, have some more calm, peaceful talking - maybe it will help.]

I'm truly sorry, my friend, but you may be here a while yet.

No, we are all quite lost on what force is responsible for our arrival, but perhaps you can take heart in this: many here believe we were brought here for a greater purpose.

There is a struggle happening here, Brother, and we are in need of strong hearts to win the day.

[myresponsibility]

There's a struggle happening right now, back home, I need to-

[But there's something that makes him screech to a halt before he says anything too, too incriminating. He doesn't know who he's even talking to, he doesn't know what they know about him already, but he has a funny feeling immediately blurting out that he's Spider-Man might not be a great idea.]

I need to get back. No one's tried to fess up and say they're behind it yet? Because usually it seems like someone's dying to take credit for this kind of thing. [You know. In movies. Peter has zero personal experience with this. :|]

[springs_eternal]

[The voice laughs lightly.]

I understand your anxiety, young one. Many of us have left behind something crucial yet to be done.

Just the same, I'd advise you not to rush ahead. All things are revealed with time.~

[myresponsibility]

Except, apparently, who brought us here.

[springs_eternal]

Ah, good! Humor! An excellent way to alleviate the stress of a tense situation.

I certainly Hope it will also help pass the time that you seem so eager to expend.

[video]

[knightoflight]

Whoever brought us here is long gone, my friend, but we are trying to get back.

All of us.

[video]

[myresponsibility]

[Oh my god, talking robot. It's a talking robot, so this is officially the strangest dream he's ever had, or he's really been kidnapped and dumped onto something that had better not end up being something along the lines of Alien or something.

So Peter is just. Kind of gaping a little bit.]

Wha- Who are you?

[video] funny you should mention Alien: I have Hudson here. :D

[knightoflight]

[Oh, stars. Wing had forgotten about this.]

I'm Wing. Cybertronian. And, [He looks more than a little guilty] I mean no harm.

[video] Eeeee I saw, I love Aliens :c

[myresponsibility]

[Peter's just going to keep staring a bit, because seriously, weirdest dream ever (sort of) or just. Holy crap.]

It's- Fine, I've just never, uh, you know, talked to a giant robot before. Cybertonian. Sorry.

[video] :D

[knightoflight]

Robot is fine. It is accurate, at least.

[You would have to try a lot harder than that to offend Wing.]

Are you injured? Do you need something?

[video]

[myresponsibility]

No, uh- [Well, he's pretty banged up, but it's nothing serious. Just some scrapes and bruises.]

I'm fine. I just- need to get home.

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[thecricketer]

[The Doctor looks quite battered himself - his face is bruised, his shoulder is heavily bandaged, and his ribs are clearly wrapped beneath his shirt - but his smile is a gentle one.]

I'm afraid none of us have quite figured out how to do that yet.

[The smile fades, then, in favour of concern.] Are you all right? Our hospital's a tad crowded at the moment, but there's always room to be made.

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[myresponsibility]

Yeah, I'm- [Super freaked out, and definitely pretty banged up, but.] I'm fine.

How bad was the attack?

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[thecricketer]

If you're certain. [He looks sceptical, but pushing the matter would be a tad hypocritical at the moment.]

...It was - [His glance flickers, voice lowering.] it was quite brutal, all told. [He's been trying not to think too hard on it, really, to focus on the aftermath.] The hospital is still standing, at least, but we lost at least eighty people. Far more than that were injured.

[...A wry smile.] As you can see.

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[myresponsibility]

[Eighty people dead, more injured.

Hey Parker, remember when the biggest problem in your life was trying to avoid pissing off Flash and getting your homework done on time?]

And it was because we're here. Even though none - or at least most of us, I guess - want to be here.

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[thecricketer]

[A slight, grim nod.] Our presence is a catalyst, yes.

I imagine the situation would be dire regardless, however. [His lips curl in a slight scowl.] The Authorities don't seem to need very much excuse for barbarity.

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[myresponsibility]

[They sound like a lot of fun. Peter's expression is somewhere between stony and resigned, and maybe a little "I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this without going completely insane".]

Who are they?

voice; locked to peter.

[facilitating]

They're not lying, either. They really don't have any clue. Nobody does. [She sounds almost wondered--Chloe's really not used to such complete and utter uselessness from the entire known intranet. It's almost impressive, in a sad sort of way.]

At least, nobody who's set foot on the network.

[Which changes the information pool pretty drastically, but let's not get into that right now.]

voice; locked.

[myresponsibility]

[Well, that's depressing. Not that he'd really been expecting anything else, considering what everyone else had been saying, but. Damn.]

What about people off the network?

[facilitating]

Believe it or not, I'm about as close to 'fresh meat' as you are. I haven't exactly had a chance to sit down for a one-on-one with the locals.

[myresponsibility]

Oh. Are you still on the ship?

[facilitating]

Not for a few hours now. That little shop of stasis-pod horrors was a little too much for me to handle first thing in the morning.

Are you?

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, I'm- [He pauses for a moment to glance around a little bit, trying to orient himself.] I'm on my way out.

Anything I should know about what's waiting for me outside?