[Spider-Man is of course gonna be on extra duty this August. Heck, he throws himself headlong into it, right when the school bells ring and he has a chance to get out there to the overcrowded parks and little apartment buildings they've managed to fit people in. There's certainly some hostilities and fights he breaks up without too much issue. It's not as bad as it could be, for how many new mouths there are. And how many fiery attitudes could potentially clash.
Anyways, the most important thing here is he found a toy that had been accidentally left on a bench at said park. It's a little worn down, and the name written on the bottom foot is too worn to read — and not in a language he can read anyway — so he calls a time-out on his usual activity to go jogging around the camp to whoever's eyes are available. He may come down from a tree on his web, or just run over, or wave new faces down.]
Hey! Excuse me! You know who this belongs to? Someone left it behind on accident!
B. Fast Trip (Is More than Just a Gas Station)
[At some point, the trams and cars are getting a little backed up. No problem! This is what Spider-Man's for, you know?
So there he is, holding up a little sign — upon closer inspection, it reads:]
C. NIGHT WATCH (♪ I'm working on my night moves ♪)
[When night settles and the camp is (or should be) calming down and all going to sleep, Spider-Man has taken up residence on the lower rooftop of a nearby building. And... yeah, admittedly, he's kind of nodding off, if he's not pulling his mask and shoving gummy bears into his face. If you're getting into any trouble, though, or there's any crimes goin' on, don't worry! His spider senses'll tingle and he'll hop right on down to help with whatever. Or just find him up here.]
PETER PARKER
D. Volunteer Work
[Spider-Man isn't the only person helping out! Peter's been taking up the mantle on some occasions as being an errand boy for those working in the camps. Whether you're in the food kitchens, at the medical tents, or are helping with building camps, he's been running in-between with a clipboard, scribbling down things that are super needed. Where he gets them kind of depends — mostly, he's rushing to whatever government aid hub there is and reporting in.
So don't be surprised by the sweaty kid huffing, scribbling with intense focus on the paper.]
Whatcha' need? What're we low on?
E. Magic School Bus Tent
Alright, awesome. You totally got it, yeah.
[If he's not on errand boy duty, he's doing some extra work as a tutor. Most of the kids here haven't enrolled yet into the schools, and even then, there's a sore lack of space and supplies, at least until everyone's more properly back on their feet. So he chills in some of the tents that are dedicated to the children from this place continuing with their schooling.
It seriously breaks his heart, how many of the teenagers he's working with are scabbed up, bruised and battered and still healing from getting thrashed around by this natural disaster. But many of them are making the most of it; they're laughing or focusing so intensely on their work, and it really just... makes him feel stupid for his own ugly thoughts, sometimes. Yeah, home is bad, in a few years. Home is really bad. But he's trying not to let it weigh him down.
Maybe you're some of the extra help, with tutoring?]
F. Raging Bull, Simmering Calf
[Okay, so. A couple weeks before this, Peter had punched someone in the nose and broke it. It was a hot mess, and even if the bully was a dick, he knew better than to hit him. He had just — had so much bottled up, and when that asshole had dropped stuff all over shoes a friend gave him? He lost it, yeah.
So maybe this is sort of karmaic, even if Len the Tollbooth bully had deserved a punch.
There's a fight breaking out between a very large alien man, maybe eight or nine foot tall. He's a native of the quarantine, Peter knows that much. The other guy is a six foot refugee, mandibles clawing angrily at the dude. They're about to get into a pretty big beef, hissing and spitting and getting closer and closer to each other with hands up and ready to duke it out. It's something to do with a makeshift tent put up in the native guy's favorite sleeping spot?
Peter's not sure. He's also not in his suit, and the moment just. Kinda happens, as he's walking by to get to the tutor tents. He hops between the two tall men, the eight-foot guy towering over him as he faces him with his hands up.]
Heyheyhey, no fighting! C'mon fellas, can't we all just—!
[And that's when the tall, super muscular, super threatening native guy sends a fist riiiight into his face. Peter goes backwards, hitting the refugee and knocking him over, too, as the two flop painfully onto the grass. Twin rivulets of blood immediately start from his nose, which is thankfully not broken thanks to his superhuman spider powers, but —
But ow? Owowowow. He puts a hand over his throbbing nose, squinting tears out of the corners of his eyes as he tries to look at the angrily approaching giant. This was not how he envisioned this going. His bad. And hey, man, that's some nice inhuman strength! Cool! Lesson learned!]
Spider-Man / Peter Parker | The Tents
A. Lost Toy
[Spider-Man is of course gonna be on extra duty this August. Heck, he throws himself headlong into it, right when the school bells ring and he has a chance to get out there to the overcrowded parks and little apartment buildings they've managed to fit people in. There's certainly some hostilities and fights he breaks up without too much issue. It's not as bad as it could be, for how many new mouths there are. And how many fiery attitudes could potentially clash.
Anyways, the most important thing here is he found a toy that had been accidentally left on a bench at said park. It's a little worn down, and the name written on the bottom foot is too worn to read — and not in a language he can read anyway — so he calls a time-out on his usual activity to go jogging around the camp to whoever's eyes are available. He may come down from a tree on his web, or just run over, or wave new faces down.]
Hey! Excuse me! You know who this belongs to? Someone left it behind on accident!
B. Fast Trip (Is More than Just a Gas Station)
[At some point, the trams and cars are getting a little backed up. No problem! This is what Spider-Man's for, you know?
So there he is, holding up a little sign — upon closer inspection, it reads:]
C. NIGHT WATCH (♪ I'm working on my night moves ♪)
[When night settles and the camp is (or should be) calming down and all going to sleep, Spider-Man has taken up residence on the lower rooftop of a nearby building. And... yeah, admittedly, he's kind of nodding off, if he's not pulling his mask and shoving gummy bears into his face. If you're getting into any trouble, though, or there's any crimes goin' on, don't worry! His spider senses'll tingle and he'll hop right on down to help with whatever. Or just find him up here.]
PETER PARKER
D. Volunteer Work
[Spider-Man isn't the only person helping out! Peter's been taking up the mantle on some occasions as being an errand boy for those working in the camps. Whether you're in the food kitchens, at the medical tents, or are helping with building camps, he's been running in-between with a clipboard, scribbling down things that are super needed. Where he gets them kind of depends — mostly, he's rushing to whatever government aid hub there is and reporting in.
So don't be surprised by the sweaty kid huffing, scribbling with intense focus on the paper.]
Whatcha' need? What're we low on?
E. Magic School
BusTentAlright, awesome. You totally got it, yeah.
[If he's not on errand boy duty, he's doing some extra work as a tutor. Most of the kids here haven't enrolled yet into the schools, and even then, there's a sore lack of space and supplies, at least until everyone's more properly back on their feet. So he chills in some of the tents that are dedicated to the children from this place continuing with their schooling.
It seriously breaks his heart, how many of the teenagers he's working with are scabbed up, bruised and battered and still healing from getting thrashed around by this natural disaster. But many of them are making the most of it; they're laughing or focusing so intensely on their work, and it really just... makes him feel stupid for his own ugly thoughts, sometimes. Yeah, home is bad, in a few years. Home is really bad. But he's trying not to let it weigh him down.
Maybe you're some of the extra help, with tutoring?]
F. Raging Bull, Simmering Calf
[Okay, so. A couple weeks before this, Peter had punched someone in the nose and broke it. It was a hot mess, and even if the bully was a dick, he knew better than to hit him. He had just — had so much bottled up, and when that asshole had dropped stuff all over shoes a friend gave him? He lost it, yeah.
So maybe this is sort of karmaic, even if Len the Tollbooth bully had deserved a punch.
There's a fight breaking out between a very large alien man, maybe eight or nine foot tall. He's a native of the quarantine, Peter knows that much. The other guy is a six foot refugee, mandibles clawing angrily at the dude. They're about to get into a pretty big beef, hissing and spitting and getting closer and closer to each other with hands up and ready to duke it out. It's something to do with a makeshift tent put up in the native guy's favorite sleeping spot?
Peter's not sure. He's also not in his suit, and the moment just. Kinda happens, as he's walking by to get to the tutor tents. He hops between the two tall men, the eight-foot guy towering over him as he faces him with his hands up.]
Heyheyhey, no fighting! C'mon fellas, can't we all just—!
[And that's when the tall, super muscular, super threatening native guy sends a fist riiiight into his face. Peter goes backwards, hitting the refugee and knocking him over, too, as the two flop painfully onto the grass. Twin rivulets of blood immediately start from his nose, which is thankfully not broken thanks to his superhuman spider powers, but —
But ow? Owowowow. He puts a hand over his throbbing nose, squinting tears out of the corners of his eyes as he tries to look at the angrily approaching giant. This was not how he envisioned this going. His bad. And hey, man, that's some nice inhuman strength! Cool! Lesson learned!]
Aw, shit.