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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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[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?

[facilitating]

It's big, but not too gunfire-and-angry-carnivores yet. From the looks of it, though, I'm thinking the word I'm looking for is 'anymore'?

[myresponsibility]

[lol wait what.] Angry carnivores?

[facilitating]

Wolves, wildcats, sabretoothed everything, and oh, let's not forget: Dinosaurs. [Oh yes, she was oh so skeptical until she saw the feed of the triceratops on the network. She still is, just a bit (reporter's instincts, never trust something you haven't seen with your own eyes), but it'd sure be an elaborate hoax for a bunch of otherwise mature-enough adults to pull.]

[myresponsibility]

Dinosaurs. Not just giant lizards, actual dinosaurs. [This is technically an important distinction in his mind, considering... everything, but regardless, that sounds horrifying. :\]

[facilitating]

Raptors, sauropods, ceratopsians... The list goes on, but I think you get the point.

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, you could say that.