815/Showing Mary the Lab!

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Showing Mary the Lab!
Date of Scene: 28 March 2020
Location: Basement - 20 Ingram Street - Queens
Synopsis: Mary Bromfield visits the Parker home to return a laser microphone, and gets a good look at his...lab.
Cast of Characters: Mary Bromfield, Peter Parker




Mary Bromfield has posed:
So, Mary was feeling pretty good after her creative writing session, and she finally had the chance to text Peter about his laser mic. So she got the response to come on by his place.

If she were a bombshell redhead, she might pose and say something coy. As it is, she's wearing a black and red hoodie with 'N7' on her left chest pocket and holding her backpack over her shoulder, knocking on the door.

Peter Parker has posed:
The door opens, but it's not Peter. Instead, it's an elderly lady with short white hair atop an angular face. The kind of face that would fit on a witch.

However, the old woman smiles and dashes any relation to any kind of witch (and she's too old to be a teenage one). "Oh, hello, young lady! May I have your name?" She asks politely, but she is wearing an apron over the light blue blouse and white pants, and Mary can smell apples and sugar wafting in from the kitchen.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blinks in surprise, but smiles, "Sure, I'm Mary. Ah, Mary Bromfield. Is Peter in?" She then sniffs, "Oh, is that apple crisp? My foster mother makes the //best// apple crisp. The secret is..." She pauses, then realizes she's rambling a bit, and blushes very slightly.

"Oh, right, um, I had something to give to Peter. Peter Parker." She then double checks to make sure... this is the right house oh please let this be the right house...

Peter Parker has posed:
The woman smiles. "Yes, dear. Peter told me you were coming by, but he's had some...interesting visitors, so I felt asking would be prudent." She smiles at the mention of apple crisps. "Actually, my dear, that is my Award-Winning Lattice Apple Pie. It's almost done...if you wish to speak to Peter while I finish, he is in the laboratory downstairs." She points down the hall to a door to the left of the rear exit. "Go right through there, Miss Bromfield."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles, "Well, it definitely smells award-winning ma'am, and thank you very much." With that, she follows the directions, moving through the house rather easily as she looks around curiously. Eventually, she makes it to the downstairs and says, "Peter? It's Mary!"

Peter Parker has posed:
The lab is brightly lit, as illuminated as any corporate laboratory. It does have a homier feel to it, though, but there are MANY machines here - a lathe, table saws, an illuminated table like the ones in the CSU cop shows, and...

Yes. Yes, that IS a mass spectrometer. It has been rebuilt and repaired, but it has everything, and seems to be working on something right now.

Peter is standing near the wide table, a collection of parts spread out on the lit surface.

Peter smiles as he sees Mary. "Hey, there. Glad you could make it." He spreads his arms wide. "What do you think of it? Be honest, be brutal, but be truthful."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary comes down, blinking in surprise, "Wow, this is... super impressive, Peter!" She smiles and comes down the stairs, looking at the laboratory, then at Peter, "You did this all yourself? I mean, how could you afford this?" She eyes Peter with mock suspicion.

"Spidey didn't slip you something from that raid, did he?" She flashes a quick smile, showing she's clearly joking about that.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter smiles fondly. "Me and my Uncle Ben started putting it together when I asked for a lab for my tenth birthday." He points to the machine-shop tools. "Those were his contribution. It just grew, with me and him, working together for six years." He points to a fairly-unassuming microscope. "His last contribution to this room." He sighs. "Wherever he is, I'm sure he's happy we did this together."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blinks, "Oh no..." She gives Peter a heartfelt look, "I'm... sure he would appreciate that. Knowing that you're putting that to good use, Peter." She walks over, and... if Peter lets her, places a hand on his shoulder. "Sounds like he was a great guy, and is that your aunt upstairs? Because she seems really nice."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter doesn't pull away. His smile is thoughful, but now sad. "Yep, that's Aunt May. If you know what's good for you, you will call her Aunt May from this time forward." His smile gets wry again. "It will get you apple pie to take home. Mark my words, Mary." He looks upward. "They took me in when my parents disappeared 14 years ago. I think...I think they did a great job."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, "Yeah, I can relate to that... my family, well, it's a foster family." She smiles, "I'm the oldest of the six. But they're really great, and I'll make sure to bring some apple crisp by next time."

She grins, "If... well, I'm hoping I can come over for a next time, anyway. I mean, I don't want to presume..."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter smiles. "I see no reason why you shouldn't, as long as it's okay with your parents." He looked to the table, then said, "Would...you like to see what I'm working on right now?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles, "Definitely! With this get up... well, I really hope Spidey isn't wrong about you and you're plotting world domination or something." She chuckles, giving Peter a wry look. "Though, that //would// be an awesome story."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter rolls his eyes. "Forget dominating the world. Controlling the SELF is much more difficult. I don't know if you saw the news, but someone sent a bunch of toys to my house. The toys were designed to give off a gas meant to poison Supergirl, then explode. This one didn't explode, but it used up all the gas in storage. I'm trying to find any signature the designer or builder might have put in. From what I can tell, this is the work of an accomplished mechanical engineer..."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, then winces, "Yeah, I heard about that, Peter. Wow, but you think you can reverse engineer it to figure out who did it? Or maybe we could do something with the materials... if there's some manifest or way to figure out what it is? I mean, something that exotic has got to be pretty hard to find."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter nods. "There's not much here. No identifying tags, no serial numbers yet. Might have been on the parts that got melted." He rubs hin chin lightly. "I'm putting the parts through the mass spectrometer, trying to get a read on the type of alloy used..." He paused, then said, "Uhm, before I forget...you said I forgot something when I left the parking garage?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary ohs, "Yeah, your laser mic, I wanted to make sure you got that back. It looked pretty high quality, so..." She pulls out her backpack, and opens it, rifling a bit, "So... you and Supergirl, huh? That must have been... pretty awesome? I mean, yeah, super-girlfriend." Her face is buried in her backpack as she looks for that, totally not hiding from Peter. Really.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter sighs. "I didn't expect it to happen the way it did. But there's something about her, something...innocent." He sighed. "Then someone sent killer toys after me. So that she might be here and get killed by them." he rubs his face, then says, "And now someone wants to interview me about the whole experience. A freelancer journalist from Metropolis. I didn't think they'd be so starved for news that they would send people to New York, but there you go."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles over at Peter, "Yeah, sounds like she just wanted to keep you and your family safe, Peter. There's nothing wrong with that." She gives Peter's shoulder a squeeze, "I mean, um... well, thanks for calling Spider-Man to help out the other night. I'm glad he was there. And I'm really glad you're okay."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter grins. "Well, we kinda help each other. I design the tech he uses, he clues me in on the crimes happening so I can get the pics I sell. Since Uncle Ben died, I've been the primary breadwinner. So far, we've never had our water or power turned off, so that's something."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, "Well, that's a pretty great setup. I mean, I'm not really all too big on the superhero scene or whatever. That's more Freddy's specialty, since he's got the podcast and all." She smiles a little, "Um, so... can I ask something?" She looks a bit shy, rather suddenly.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter leans against the table, looking to Mary. "Sure, Mary. You can ask me anything. If I don't know, at least I'll say I don't know."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary coughs, and says, "Umwellyouseemreallycoolwannagetcoffeetomorrow?" It's a bit of a rush, and she blushes a bright red, "Er, I mean, do you want to... like, get coffee? Maybe tomorrow? Since it's Saturday? I understand if you're busy or you have like, a date with someone else because well..." She trails off, looking off to the lab. Ooh, mass spectrometer! That's great for avoiding eye contact!

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter blinks...then smiles and nods. "Sure. You seem like a very interesting person, Mary, and you have a very interesting occupation. So yeah, that sounds good. How does lunch at White Castle sound?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blinks, then smiles. It's a pretty nice smile, all things considered. "Well, part time barista/student/reporter wannabe..." She grins at Peter, "Lunch at White Castle sounds perfect." Which is possibly the first time anyone has likely ever said that about the experience, but Mary definitely sounds like she means it.