12658/It's dinner time Peter

It's dinner time Peter
Date of Scene:	02 September 2022
Location:	5D - Gwen's Greenwich Loft
Synopsis:	Peter was invited for dinner but Paste Pot Pete (giggle) wants Spider-man to stick around with him. Will he arrive on time?
Cast of Characters:	Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker

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Gwen Stacy has posed:
Friday night. Closing in to 7pm. Gwen is walking along the sidewalk and taking in the night air. It's a great summer night, one of the last of the year. It went by so fast too but it's as they say: Time flies when you are having fun...

And this had been one hell of a summer.

She is dressed in a purple skirt. That one she knows Peter loves. Socks that go to the start of her knees and a loose, spotted blouse. A long coat is around her shoulders because it may still be summer but there's a nippy feeling that starts coming at this hour.

She is getting closer to the place but finds herself stopping. Close to the hour. She picks up her phone to look at it.

No word from Peter yet. Sus. She would had expected ..., something. Sure, he still has time to get here but ... her 'Peter-sense' just tingling.

So Peter receives a call on his phone, or most likely on his earpiece. It's Gwen. "Peter, where are..." pause, beat. "... what's that sound, Peter?"

One can feel the judgement already.

Peter Parker has posed:
That sound is a thick, gurgling sound, and it almost seems to be enveloping the phone. "Uh, little situation here, Gw-ost Spider!" There is a wooshing sound that she will recognize as Peter moving fast, and a laughing in the background.

"Is that your little girlfriend?" The voice is too high pitched and throaty to be properly menacing despite the words. Frankly, it sounds more like an excited high schooler tittering than a foe trying to sound malevolent. And then there is definitely a squishing sound followed by a car horn.

"Look, Pete, we TOLD you not to eat it!" barks Peter as she feels the sound of a shuffle against the microphone. "Uh, can I call you back, I'm in sticky situation here?"

That high pithed voice returns. "_I_ made the bad glue puns here, Spider-man! Now stand still and I can throw you into my pot and make glue out of you!"

Yes. It's Paste Pot Pete.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Thick, gurgling sound? Gwen makes a face at the phone, her big eyes looking at the screen a moment. And then lets out a resigned sigh. She just knew it, her 'Peter-sense' never fails her.

"P-- Spiderman, I thought we had dinner, why are you..." a pause. Because of course he is out there fighting crime. It's what they did.

"Who's that?" Peter making puns about sticky situations. Then the high pitched voice that she can recognize. "Is that .., Paste Pot Pete..?!" she lets out an involuntary giggle that just comes out naturally.

His name was so funny.

Another giggle.

"Just let me talk to him." Woah.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-man looks up as the truck continues to barrel down the road. "OH, you wanted DINNER? There was totally at typo in your text, I think you meant to invite me to PASTA, not PASTE! I know, I know, the E and A are SO close to each other..."

That voice screeches towards the phone. "Who are you talking to, Spider-man?" There is definitely confusion on Paste Pot Pete's face. "I didn't invite you anywhere, I found you! And now you've fallen into the Trapster's Trap! Hahahahaahhaahah!"

Spider-man looks around quickly for a place to try to web attach this truck. "Oh, and it's ARACHNID, Paste Pot Pete!" "Yes, Ghost Spider, how'd you guess? It totally is Paste Pot Pete!"

Paste Pot Pete shakes his fist in the air. "TRAPSTER! I'm THE TRAPSTER now, you pesky insect!"

Spider-man runs towards Pete, and flips up into the air, coasting past him. "Hey, my girlfriend wants to talk to you. Lemme put her on speakerphone." He lands on the other side of Pete. "He's here babe, go for it!"

Spider-man fires a few globs of webbing at Pete's feet, securing him to the truck. "Oh, and it's ARACHNID, Paste Pot Pete!"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Yes, but you haven't...." Whatever Gwen is saying is interrupted by the screech. "I need to-" another break as Spider-man continues weaving and webbing his way around the truck while the TRAPSTER continues pursuit.

She seems to want to tell him something but then the phone is being flipped and she listens to Peter saying she's on speaker. "Pete. Petey! Buddy..." She tells the TRAPSTER. And yes, she will recognize that quippy little voice of a Ghost Spider. A voice that has taunted him just like Spider-man's voice has. "Look, Spiderman has places to be tonight okay? And you are keeping him rooted to the ground for no reason. So you are going to be a nice little pot boy and let him go, do you hear?" Rooted to the ground? What is it with spiders and making fun of his gluing powers? But it's okay, they make fun of everyone.

"Also, get rid of that Trapster name. It's really bland. And I know it, I am in marketing okay? I built the Ghost Spider brand from the ground up. And you need a name that really makes your image -stick- to other people, you know?"

...

"I want to hear you agreeing with me, Pete."

Peter Parker has posed:
The sad thing is, at this point, the conflict is actually done. Spider-man has webbed up Paste Pot Pete's feet, and with a blast of webbing has stuck his arm to his side, eliminating the threat. But Peter wants to hear the end of this conversation.

"But the Trapster was the better one!" he protests, throwing up his own arm in defeat. "What name do you think would work better, Stickerman?"

Spider-man shakes his head. "Wrong direction, adhesive boy."

Pete shakes his head. "That's worse, Spider-man!" He sighs, and resigned, he leans towards that phone. "I agree with you Ghost Spider. I'll let your boyfriend go." Peter starts pulling the phone back, and then Pete shouts, "What's your idea for a name?"

Spider-man glances up at the buildings as they whiz by. "Uh, I'm about five minutes out, Ghost Spider. Cops can take him from here. Give him a name so I can peel myself outta here."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"I will say that just Sticker has a ring to it. Sort of modern." Gwen suggests to Pete. Seriously?! Hey, she's the one specialized in branding here, don't question her! But she is still mulling it over, considering the various choices that they have here. "How about Post-It?" a beat, "Post-It-Man?" it's got TWO hyphens. It must be worth something. Even if it may only be worth it for the novelty.

Still, it's one more hyphen than Spider-man!

"Thank you, Pete! I would hug you but I am afraid you wouldn't let me go ever!", a grin, "I will send you a cake in prison."

Yep, she figured out Peter's got it handled by now. Five minutes out. Good. "Wait, Spider-man." she says once he takes the phone off-speaker, "You never answered my messages. How do you like your branzino?"

What does she mean with that? And why does Peter have so many unread messages on his phone from Gwen?

Peter Parker has posed:
"Post-It, definitely Post-It!" Spider-man says, trotting back a bit. "And if people don't recognize you, just say POST-IT PETE and they'll make the connection!"

Pete hears the prison line and then Spider-man is webslinging off the truck. "Just me now, babe," he says, taking her off speakerphone. "Uh, I dunno, maybe with a splash of lime and on the rocks? It's not really my thing." Clearly not.

Peter _probably_ should check his phone, but he's late, so where's the harm in that? He lands right along the alleyway near the address and hastily pulls off his costume, changing into his civvies. He runs up and knocks on the door in a pair of khakis and a crumpled up polo shirt.

He is not aware of the glob of paste making the front of his hair stick up straight.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Post-it Pete?

That just has Gwen giggling on the phone again because really, she can't help that thing. So Peter gets to hear a little session of her unable to control herself. Damn it Paste Pot Pete, you are such a lovable villain.

"It's a .. fish." pause, Oh, boy.

Nothing to do now but hope for the best. Peter runs to the door to knock and .., it isn't exactly a restaurant. Maybe a friend of Gwen's? She still had to introduce him to Amanda, her big mouthed lab partner. Khakis and polo shirt should be fine..

The door opens and there's Gwen, radiant, that damn smile to her lips with those huge eyes that greet Peter when he's coming in. She notes the alternative hair style. Smile falters just a touch.

And then there's a very recognizable voice from inside. Captain Stacy. "Is that Peter? Finally, I would like to sit down for dinner now."

Uh......