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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'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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[Otto's quiet for a moment, before shifting forward to offer a hand.]
Well. If you ever need anything, you know where to reach me.
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Thanks for talking with me. It's been very helpful.
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[Otto returns the smile. It's good to feel helpful, especially to someone who's in a similar position to himself.]