13837/Spider, Spider, Hanging Beside Her

Spider, Spider, Hanging Beside Her
Date of Scene:	14 January 2023
Location:	Roof
Synopsis:	Cindy and Mary Jane gossip about superheroic events while sitting on a rooftop.
Cast of Characters:	Cindy Moon, Mary Jane Watson

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Cindy Moon has posed:
Dinner tiiiime! It's dinner time. This is the best part of the patrol day, everybody, it's dinner time! Silk twings down off her perch at the location of her favorite Guro shop in Brooklyn and stops momentarially to dust off her legs. It's really a ploy to get a few of the regulars to come over and chit-chat, but this literally the extent of her social life. These rare moments where she can pretend like she's a normal person who does normal person things! "Eyy, Dave, how's it going? Kids okay? Nice.. Tell Sharri I said hi, huh?" Then into the shop to order up a pair of Guros, one her own monstrocity full of extra meats, and then whatever MJ would order.

Because she has no intention of eating here infront of the plebs! That would require her pulling her red bandana down, which does not lend itself well to her secret identity (shhhhh). Once both are acquired, she exchanges pleasantries with a few more regulars, then thwips off to a roof where she's set to meet MJ for Dinnnnerrrr tiiiiiiiiime.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
It's not so often that hse gets to hang with others of Peter's 'spider circle' without something up. She hasn't caught Peter when he's not running to some crisis or other since a quick chat at Christmas Eve. She would be on the rooftop over having managed to find somewhere that had a decent view (don't ask her how she got up here or how she got the keys to the rooftop). So as she sees Silk swinging her way she gives a wave.

"Hey, good to see you." She would chirp, going to slide to sit over on the side of the rooftop, various ordered fast food bags arrayed around her.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk lands near to where MJ is sitting with the bag of Guros dangling from a bit of web hanging off her back. As she hits the roof, she pads over and holds out the treasure of delicious to her dinner partner, "Heeey, how's it going?" It's crazy how a little bit of cloth can make her suddenly more comfortable talking to someone. A layer of anonymous makes everything so much easier.

Even if MJ knows who she is... kind of.

Don't question it.

She swings down onto the edge of the roof with a hop and lets her legs hang over the edge, greedily peeling open her Greek sammich. "How you doing? Thanks for coming, by the way. I know we're not super pals, but Dinner tiiiiiime, should never be done alone, ya know?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would slide her legs underneath her, "Dinner ends up way too often alone. So it's really nice to have someone to hang with." At least, when you're not being yanked away by some sort of emergency or crisis. SOmething that she knows all too well on both ends. Made it a bit weird when you had to call an abort to hanging with you had a call to scramble come in too.

"Hope nothing really bad has been going on your patrols lately. Or just same ole, same ole? WEird gimmick supervillain robbing bank, monologuing, and you sighing a lot?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
"That basically sums it up, honestly." Silk says as she pulls the bandana down around her neck so she can, like, actually eat or something. Hard to shove food through a strip of clothe covering her mouth, doesn't matter what kind of super powers she has. "I'm more of a third string quarterback though. They only really let me handle the very minor enemies, yeah? That guy who wears a fishbowl on his head and throws Swedish fish as a weapon."

She takes a bite and savors it. "Mph... I love guros." She murmurs around a mouthful of lamb meat. Chewing and swallowing, "How about you? Up to no good? Up to a lot of good? Up to good? What's the hot goss?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would lean back over, "I can agree on that. Where I'm at everyone seems to be so much better than I am, it feels like I'm always a cuole million steps behind and just get in th eway. But a job's a job." She would shrug. "And I mean, there are worse guys you could have to face out there. A lot freakier ones that get to you. I mean.. There's this guy that's basically a hive of Nazi bees."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"That sounds terrible for the bees." Silk says quietly, picking an onion out of her guro to dangle down into her mouth, "Who raises a whole hive of bees to be nazis? How do you even... I mean think about the logistics of that for a second, huh?" Her brown eyes widen, head shaking slowly, "That's a whole lot of work to turn an entire colony of bees into a hate group, is all I'm saying. If they put that much effort into an actual plan to do whatever craziness they are trying to do, you'd think they'd have much better success... but nooo... 'let's teach a couple thousand bees to hate an entire group of people, that sounds sweet.'."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over, "Yeah, I'm more confused as to how exactly a Nazi got involved over into it. But, he's called Swarm if you ever run into that. I'm sure you have a lot of questions on it, the same as I do. Fortunately, the normal ways you deal with a group of. . Evil bees seems to apply. So just giant ball of webbing, water, get a horde of angry wasps or see if you can find Pooh Bear."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"That's kind of cruel, isn't it? The bees can't be nazis... I just can't wrap my head around it." Silk sighs and shakes her head, staring at her sandwich, "Is it just some dude who use to be a dude but now he's a bunch of bees and he was a nazi? So by transmutation of humie to bee, some of his proclivities towards hatred carried over? And how come you never see a swarm of angry bees that hate bears? They're the ones out there stealing honey." She takes another bite and peers over at MJ. This is why she doesn't go out much. She's very awkward.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug, "I mean, he's a nazi from World War 2 that thought bees were the superior life form and that by putting his brain into them he would be the most powerful, most uplifted thing on Earth." SHe would shrug her arms together. "I mean, those wacky Nazis. Some things you're really better off not knowing."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk stares flatly at MJ, but then laughs. A barking single chortle, "Wow..." Quiet, "wow..." Even quieter. "They were into some whole other shit back in Nazi Germany huh? Bees are the superior life-form." She cants her head and nods, lifting her guro for another bite. Chewing that as she chews this insane bit of information. "Not earthworms, no. Not a prion, which literally changes the RNA and DNA structure of anything it infects... nope... bees." She nods slowly and laughs again. "Yeah, that's way stranger than a dude with a fishbowl on his head. Hands down."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over and take a large bite of her burger. "I know. Every now and then reality givesyou things which you almost gotta thank yourself for getting in this line of work." She moves to give a fistpump over to Cindy. "I mean, how much of that fight if you ran into the guy would be 'wait this is a real thing' while you just sort of sling and stare over it and try to not break out into laughter?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk extends her fist out to bones it against MJ's, then resume gripping her guro in both hands. "I didn't have a whole lot of options. I was kidnapped and taken to train in a bunker for three years.. This was a decision I made, I didn't get into this work. I was made to do it.." She shrugs indifferently and takes another bite, pinching the sides down so she can get more into her mouth. Once she's swallowed, "I would clown him so hard. The 'bee your self' jokes write themself." This is said under her breath, grinning like a borderline psycho. "Still, nobody wants to get stung by a million nazi bees. That'd be ouchie."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "You know that you can always go about and do your own thing and figure out your own lifestyle, right? That's always an option. Take a semester at shcool, be on call for the crisises like an alien invasion or something, but otherwise just chill and try a few months doing your own thing?" She would grin over at Cindy, "Yeah, the jokes practically write themselves."

Cindy Moon has posed:
With her sandwich lowering to her lap, Silk looks over at MJ with her head tilting to one side, "Yeah?" Her eyes squint, then flick off to look at the horizon, "Do you know what it would do to me if I did? If I went out and lived my own life away from this one... and then someone got hurt? Even if I couldn't have been there, if there was absolutely no way at all I could have changed the outcome, I'd hate myself forever that I didn't try." She shakes her head and looks down at her sandwich, absently squishing it to make some of the ingrediants inside flare out the side. "It's easy to say 'you could just walk away', but I can't. That's not how any of this works."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "I understand. I really do. I know that all the rest would react the same way. But you do deserve it sometime. You more than a lot of others. You were shut away for a really long time, you've never had the experiences that everyone else has." She would go take her hand up and over to if allowed squeeze Cindy's shoulder. "And sorry for suggesting, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Cindy Moon has posed:
All this talk about herself has Silk closing off. Not to the point she's not responding, but it's very clear that she's not the most comfortable discussing her own situation, "It's fine. I know you meant well.. Nor is it like I don't understand what you're saying, but a leopard can't change its stripes." She murmurs and takes a bite of her sandwich rather than keep talking about this very introspective subject.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She goes to drop her commentary over and slide back, "So nothing really weird over on your patrol schedule? All I've had to deal with some blonde that was robbing the french consulate to try and get a rug."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"You didn't do it on purpose, it's okay." Silk assures her, then shakes her head. "Not really all that odd. Just the usual suspects... Mugger, store robbery, car jacking. Pretty standard fair, really." She finishes her sandwich and crumples up the wrapper which she tosses over her shoulder with only a cursory glance at where one of the take-away bags are sitting. "A rug? What is she decorating?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug her shoulders, "I haven't the faintest clue. But she got away with a few things from the consulate. I just went ahead and reported it. I mean.. It's nothing really that major. Nothing was taken of any diplomatic or security importance, or any damage to the place, so it's somethingn for the local authorities to handle."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk squints and side glances, "Why a RUG though?" She wonders out loud, "Was she going for anything else and just settled for the rug or was that what she was targetting? If she was targetting the rug... that doesn't concern you at all? Seriously, was it weaved from the last hairs of the only remaining wooly mammoth?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug, "I don't know! Could be she was looking for something to furnish her place. Maybe someone commissioned her to do it." She would shrug, "I work for SHIELD. It's not a real security concern or a diplomatic event. It's a bit outside of my jurisdiction. If I wasn't watching the consulate on security detail, I wouldn't have gotten involved."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"What if there was listening devices woven into the rug and she was collecting them to acquire all kinds of secret information talked about by people who were standing on the rug?" Silk's brow furrows, more and more confused by this odd series of events. "I... I mean I guess it's not out of the realm of possibility that someone just wanted a rug, but there are much better places to steal them from. Like.. a mansion in Gotham. Or a rug store."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug, "Well, it's possible. Just the thing is that I'm in SHIELD. I don't really have the opportunity to go and chase someone who was stealing a rug." She's up front over on that. "Or the jurisdiction. I also think that it's likely something that you're likely to get a 'catch in the act' scenario, particularly if they were commissioned."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk squints one eye at MJ, "Aren't you guys the spies of all spies? I would really think a listening bug in a rug is right up your alley..." She extends her hands, fingers extended to make a hand tunnel, "Right there in the pocket, totally in your wheelhouse. But.. I'm no spy, I'm just a friendly neighborhood spider, I'm just saying that this seems way too odd to just be a coincidence."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh, "Yeah. But I'm no tnecessarily sure it's something you'd spy on. I mean, if smoeone cares I filed a report on it." Apparently time in SHIELD had gotten Mary Jane a bit more laissez faire with the little things one ran into in the vigilante'd life.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk puffs out her cheeks and nods, awkward okay smile, "Hey, you're the spy. I'm just.. ya know.. a weird spider swinging around kicking burglars and shit." She murmurs, reaching to pull her bandana up over her face. "Which reminds me, I should get back on it." She pauses her leap out to look at MJ, "Thanks for joining me for lunch.. and keep me up to speed on this rug theft? I'm intrigued..." Once this is said, she half jumps, half falls off the ledge and lets a webline shoot from her wrist to carry her into a swing further into her patrol zone.