8592/Demona-tizing

Demona-tizing
Date of Scene:	07 November 2021
Location:	Basement - 20 Ingram Street - Queens
Synopsis:	Demona/Susan shows Peter the results of an EXTREME makeover.
Cast of Characters:	Susan Sullivan, Peter Parker

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Susan Sullivan has posed:
    The text was the worst crime women ever did toward men. Demona had texted three simple words. "Can we talk?" It's so nebulous, the poor guy is likely completely in the dark on any potential meaning, and yet, if Demona's like other women, she's going to want Peter to know exactly what she means like he's some kind of psychic.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter is, for once, not out webslinging. He's working in the lab, trying to suss out the steampunk cyborgs from the pictures he had taken. He was getting an angle on it when the text came in.

<Can we talk?>
Oog. That could mean ANYTHING. Bad, good, ambivalence...mostly bad...

<Sure. I'm in the lab now. If you're coming in quiet, land in the backyard and knock on the wood deck panel under the heavy bag...>

Wait...Aunt May isn't here. Jeez, Peter, OCCAM'S RAZOR...

<...or you could just knock on the front door. That works, too.>

Peter...you absolute GOOBER...

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Demona is nothing if not direct, apparently. There's some sounds coming from the vicinity of the heavy bag, but no knocking. A few minutes after, there's a knock at the front door. No footstep sounds around the area...possibly a cat or something?

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter raises an eyebrow. He looks puzzled as he comes up the stairs to the first floor, then steps down the hall to the foyer.

He looks down at himself. Jeans, t-shirt (one featuring the word TRON in techno font), and socks. Perfect.

He checks the security camera, just to make sure it is who he thinks it is...

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    It is...not? A woman stands on his front porch. She's dressed for the weather, and her color scheme is all wrong for it to be Demona. No mask, very little black, round ears, brown eyes, skin pale but darker than a sheet of paper. She's definitely alive, this girl.

Peter Parker has posed:
Okay...wonder who this is?

Peter opened the door, looking puzzled. "Uhm...hello? Can I help you?"

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan sees the puzzled, befuddled, fucking adorable man standing before her and she can't help but smile. Look at all those flat teeth. This definitely isn't Demona. She whispers and leans forward a bit. "Hello, Spider-man."

Peter Parker has posed:
FLOP-SWEAT TIME!

Peter tries his best to look composed, and is doing a pretty decent job pulling it off, but he was caught off-guard and his pulse rate just bumped upward by 50 beats a minute and rising.

"Uhm...I happen to KNOW the guy. I...who's, uhm, asking for him?"

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Without moving her hands, Susan smiles. Peter, meanwhile, moves into the house. Susan enters, closing the door behind herself. The power is very familiar to him. Susan takes off her stocking cap, revealing very short hair, maybe a week long. "I live," she says. She lifts off the floor as gravity pulls Peter's feet against the floor once more.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter BLINKS as he is suddenly moved from Pawn B4 to Pawn B3. A move not normally possible.

That one act brings out a FLOOD of words.

"Ohmigosh, DEMONA?! Is that you? Uhm, I guess it would HAVE to be you, but...HOW? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like the new look, but what HAPPENED? This was...I..."

And then the faucet runs dry and he just gapes at Demona.

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan moves forward, hugging Peter tightly. She's very warm and definitely breathing and she even has a pulse and a heartbeat. "Oh, Peter," she says, gripping him tightly. "Don't make me stop, I just need to hug someone, right now. I spent the last week with my family." She doesn't let go for a while. When she does, she unzips her thick coat and lets it hang open. "Sorry I look so weird. My eyebrows are still growing in."

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter doesn't push her away, even going so far as to hug her back. Both hand on her upper back, of course.

Peter can tell that need for human closeness. And her being alive again...with all the changes...that's something beyond his philosophy, to quote Hamlet.

He can still be happy for her, though.

"Demona, you look...wow, so different." He takes a deep breath. "You still have some of your abilities, though, I see. Do you still need qi, or can normal food fill the bill...?"

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    "It can and does!" Susan replies, enthusiastically. "I can share food, now, tea, whatever they want to give me." She holds up a finger. "One thing, though. Demona is the Jiangshi. I'm just me. My name's Susan." She holds out her hand like they were meeting for the first time. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter Spider-Man," she says with a warm smile.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter chuckles, extending his hand to shake hers. "Well, hello, Susan. Pleased to meet you..."
His smile turns wry. "Susan, how would you like a slice of the best apple pie in the state?"

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan's face beams and she claps her hands excitedly. "Oh, yes please!" she says.