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metalogs2022-06-02 04:34 pm
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OPEN | Decisions and colourful confusion
Who: Quentin Beck makeanentrance and open!
What: Pride Parade, Job and Guild decisions, Various prompts for the month
When: June
Where: Various places around Central City
Content Warnings: Will update and label threads if something comes up.
Lunchtime
It had been about a week since Quentin Beck had arrived in this universe. He had adjusted relatively quickly yet there were many questions he still had. This was evidenced by a disorderly pile of papers that were strewn across the table he was seated at.
He was in one of the fast food places within the shopping center, across the road from the hotel. It was lunchtime and many people were coming and going around him but he paid them little mind. He was halfway through his meal of burger and fries, distracted often by what he was writing on the papers. Some larger title words could be seen:
GUILDS PROS AND CONS
JOB OPPORTUNITIES
TELEPORTATION?!?!
Beck himself was not in costume on this day. Dressed plainly, he still somewhat stood out. That bowlcut hairdo was distinctive and he was a heavy-set bulky man with a craggy face who looked rather uncomfortable in his plain blue shirt and loose black pants. He liked being in a costume. It allowed him to be something more than himself - but it also allowed him to hide under that mask of a pseudonym or cloudy helmet. It was so much harder just being himself. But here was not the place or time for a costume - and besides, not easy to eat with a helmet on.
Pen in hand, he began scribbling more notes under the Job title: Film work. Psychiatry. Chemistry. Robotics.
He pauses, frowning at his words then picks up a fry, popping it in his mouth.
Pride Parade
Then one day the city became decked out in a world of colourful banners and flags.
Beck was a bit naïve on this. He'd always been caught up in his own little world, not really gotten involved in personal relationships and so while he was aware of Pride and what it meant in vague terms, it wasn't his first thought when he saw there was going to be a parade. If someone was going to give him a label, he could well be Ace, possibly Bi and female leaning if he actually cared to get involved with anybody - but for the most part he didn't and while he enjoyed attention, he often just liked to be left alone when he wasn't causing a villainous scene. And he always considered himself to be male, so that part wasn't even a question in his mind.
Seeing all the sparkle and colour around, though, made him feel like he could blend in and maybe enjoy the parade, regardless of what it was for. This was why he had decided to actually put on his Mysterio costume. It was certainly bright and colourful: a rather form-fitting green bodysuit with a purple cape over his shoulders; golden clasps that resembled eyes, thick golden gloves and boots. He debated on the helmet but eventually decided to wear it as well. It completed the costume and he could maybe go out and enjoy the show without people having to see his face. It could be useful for people to not see what he was feeling by visible expressions.
He headed out, striding toward the crowds and was soon caught up in them. He felt he was being pushed forward, even into the parade and it was all a bit confusing. He saw more colourful costumed people. Was this a superhero parade? There were cheers and bursts of glitter in the air and Beck became turned around, trying to find a good spot to watch but now he was stepping along with the parade instead.
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makeanentrance and open! What: Pride Parade, Job and Guild decisions, Various prompts for the month
When: June
Where: Various places around Central City
Content Warnings: Will update and label threads if something comes up.
Lunchtime
It had been about a week since Quentin Beck had arrived in this universe. He had adjusted relatively quickly yet there were many questions he still had. This was evidenced by a disorderly pile of papers that were strewn across the table he was seated at.
He was in one of the fast food places within the shopping center, across the road from the hotel. It was lunchtime and many people were coming and going around him but he paid them little mind. He was halfway through his meal of burger and fries, distracted often by what he was writing on the papers. Some larger title words could be seen:
GUILDS PROS AND CONS
JOB OPPORTUNITIES
TELEPORTATION?!?!
Beck himself was not in costume on this day. Dressed plainly, he still somewhat stood out. That bowlcut hairdo was distinctive and he was a heavy-set bulky man with a craggy face who looked rather uncomfortable in his plain blue shirt and loose black pants. He liked being in a costume. It allowed him to be something more than himself - but it also allowed him to hide under that mask of a pseudonym or cloudy helmet. It was so much harder just being himself. But here was not the place or time for a costume - and besides, not easy to eat with a helmet on.
Pen in hand, he began scribbling more notes under the Job title: Film work. Psychiatry. Chemistry. Robotics.
He pauses, frowning at his words then picks up a fry, popping it in his mouth.
Pride Parade
Then one day the city became decked out in a world of colourful banners and flags.
Beck was a bit naïve on this. He'd always been caught up in his own little world, not really gotten involved in personal relationships and so while he was aware of Pride and what it meant in vague terms, it wasn't his first thought when he saw there was going to be a parade. If someone was going to give him a label, he could well be Ace, possibly Bi and female leaning if he actually cared to get involved with anybody - but for the most part he didn't and while he enjoyed attention, he often just liked to be left alone when he wasn't causing a villainous scene. And he always considered himself to be male, so that part wasn't even a question in his mind.
Seeing all the sparkle and colour around, though, made him feel like he could blend in and maybe enjoy the parade, regardless of what it was for. This was why he had decided to actually put on his Mysterio costume. It was certainly bright and colourful: a rather form-fitting green bodysuit with a purple cape over his shoulders; golden clasps that resembled eyes, thick golden gloves and boots. He debated on the helmet but eventually decided to wear it as well. It completed the costume and he could maybe go out and enjoy the show without people having to see his face. It could be useful for people to not see what he was feeling by visible expressions.
He headed out, striding toward the crowds and was soon caught up in them. He felt he was being pushed forward, even into the parade and it was all a bit confusing. He saw more colourful costumed people. Was this a superhero parade? There were cheers and bursts of glitter in the air and Beck became turned around, trying to find a good spot to watch but now he was stepping along with the parade instead.
Wildcard
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[He grins, amused.]
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Just give them some hard candies and send them home.
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[He sobers again.]
I know a lot of people who know me or know of me that they just don't trust me. I'm not sure how to overcome that. Have you had that trouble here?
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[A far worse one than Otto's own must be, even. Otto doesn't consider that due to any particular merit on his part. It was mere luck that his path crossed the young Peter's like it did - and before that, luck that he died with only a few months of villainy behind him rather than years.
Beck's in a different situation, in any case. For Otto, at the end of the day, the person everyone has a problem with isn't exactly him. Maybe they don't trust him based on that reputation - which he considers fair enough - but at least they all understand that he is a separate individual. Beck's not. Maybe some people here knew a different one, but it sounds like most people are experienced with this version.]
I'm not sure there's much you can do right away. You'll have to prove your good intentions over time. But even if they never trust you, that doesn't mean you can't better yourself anyway. The kind of person you are is up to you, not anyone else.
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I want to try.
As for the version of Doc Ock that I know... Yeah, he's trouble. Even I've had to help Spider-Man and the other heroes to stop you. So sometimes... they have trusted me more than you.
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[There's humor to it, but Otto still grimaces a little. Stop him from doing what? Otto himself never really had any designs beyond rebuilding his machine - which certainly would have been a catastrophic disaster, he doesn't mean to downplay that. But it was also short-sighted and ultimately self-destructive. He wouldn't have survived it, so it's hard to imagine what other madness he might have been driven to past that.]
It's very strange, hearing people talk about him. [He looks away for a moment, frowning. He isn't sure he wants to know, but...well, this is the first person he's talked to who knew the guy personally.] Do you - happen to know if he was ever married?
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Although you - I mean... he - he was, I believe, briefly engaged to May Parker.
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[That is, plainly, not at all the information he was looking for!]
Why would - no, don't answer that. [If Beck's bringing May up like that at all, he suspects he must know Peter's identity, but he doesn't really want to talk about it. Or whatever plot that must have been a part of, because honestly that's a little bit disturbing to contemplate!] I was just wondering if there was a version of my wife there. I'm...I'm glad she's not associated with him, if there is.
[A world where Rosie's still out there somewhere, where she never met him and is alive and happy for it. It's a bittersweet notion.]
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[It's horribly wistful. May was a lovely woman, for the brief moment he got to know her, but he can't imagine being married to her instead even if it had been genuine and not some plot. She wasn't Rosie.]
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I've never heard that name before.
I can't say I know everything about your private life though.
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[They were married thirty years; he imagines it'd have been difficult to miss. Plus, he's pretty sure her death was common knowledge in his world, quite publicly associated with his own descent into madness - and that's what he'd feared most, hearing that he'd killed her again. If her name's not known, it probably isn't true.]
She wouldn't have put up with someone like that, anyway.
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Do you mind telling me more about it? Your experiences in your world.
[He pauses then adds, not wanting to make Otto uncomfortable by being too personal.]
Whatever you want to talk about.
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[Is what he says, although his expression's a whole lot more considering. It really depends what exactly Beck's looking for.]
What do you want to know? Not about my marriage, surely. [He's joking, but also don't get him started he's a certified Wife Guy]
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[He's a little flustered.]
I guess... I don't know. What about your times with Spider-Man?
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Ah, Spider-Man. [Peter. Of course he doesn't say so, but Otto thinks of him that way, these days.] I only really fought with the one from my world three times. I think I nearly killed him, once - I sabotaged a train full of people and left him to stop it from crashing. He threw his own body in front of it, it was very impressive.
[He's ashamed of it now, of course. But as terrible as he was, Peter was equally noble.]
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He's very resilient.
[He remarks then has another idea, something he's curious about.]
Do you know a Mary Jane? Mary Jane Watson?
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[He hesitates, then grimaces as a memory hits.]
...ah, that was the red-head, wasn't it? We never met socially, but I did kidnap her once. Quite the firecracker.
[Otto doesn't really like talking about this. But maybe it's better that he does. He shouldn't act like it never happened, at any rate.]
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[Beck brightens at that, pauses to add.]
You kidnapped her? I suppose... that's happened a lot.
In my world, we were working together. On the film. She was my leading lady.
And she helped me brush up the script, practically became my cheer squad and support. Got us better producers. I couldn't have gotten the film finished without her.
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[He's smiling as he tells it. Sure, it didn't help at all, but he does admire the nerve it took! He'd lost track of her before getting dragged into the other world, but judging from the future Peter's reaction, she was just fine.]
That's wonderful. How on earth did you start working together?
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I... err... She was recommended to me.
And I tried to trick her at first. I was in disguise as another director because we do have a history and of course she knows me as a villain. But once she found out it was me, we worked it out and she decided to give me a chance.
She's a special lady. I wish she was here.
[Mary Jane had been surprisingly supportive of Beck during the filming and he missed that; he needed all the support he could get.]
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[That's obviously not great, but what room has Otto to judge? He certainly did nothing to deserve this second chance he was given. That version of Peter had never even met him before; for all he knew, Otto could've been just as much of a bastard before the accident.]
She could still turn up one day. We seem to get a lot of people from your particular universe.
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[He pauses, sighs, lost in thought for a moment.]
It was supposed to be a triumphant time. In the lead up to our premiere.
And then... I found myself here.
I thought... I thought I was being toyed with again. That this was some twisted new Hell in its own disguise as something more benign.
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[Otto, as far as he's concerned, was once again snatched away from his own impending death. He'd been at peace with it, content to die as himself, undoing his greatest mistake. But he wasn't entirely sorry to have dodged it again, either.]
But this place isn't so bad. You can build something new, at least for as long as you're here.
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[Beck looks down at his notes again.]
If I can make the right decisions.
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