construing: (whatever.)
ɢᴡᴇɴ sᴛᴀᴄʏ ❚ SPIDER-WOMAN ([personal profile] construing) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-10-01 12:21 pm

( open. )

CHARACTERS: gwen; you
DATE: first week of perdition's rest
WARNINGS: nerdery probably
SUMMARY: catch-all

SALOON.
[ performers wanted, huh? the times that spider-woman would break onto a television set to show off for the cameras have long since been left in the past. spider-woman, consummate performer that she is, is not a gimmick. she can't afford to be.

gwen, however, wouldn't mind some comped drinks. ( the comped board is how she knows she's not in new york anymore. )

it doesn't take long to rig. drums and their like are ubiquitous everywhere. human or not, everyone likes to wail on things. she manages to borrow one, rig together two more, borrows a line of bottles which she fills to different amounts under miz poppy's skeptical eye, arms herself with sticks then takes the stage.

it's not quite a drum kit and the event is definitely not a rock show. but gwen plays. she adopts jazz infusions, incorporates rock leanings or mixes both depending on requests. she shows off: tossing the sticks high to beat the skins with her hands before catching them; drawing recognizable tunes from her line of bottles; listening to songs hummed or sung to her by the qorral once or twice, then evoking them with flair from her drums.

she plays for the rowdy and mellow alike. she volunteers herself for those who'd like musical accompaniment on stage. she drinks and takes requests and is as relaxed as she ever is, more at home behind the instruments where they take the focus: she only facilitates the music.
]

CHURCH.
[ gwen stacy ( wearing a massive cowboy hat because of course, she got one ) is on the roof. how did she get up there, you might ask? the old-fashioned way, actually. by climbing ( and not the wall-crawling way, either. ) her backpack sits with her as she sits on the edge, her feet gently swinging in the cool evening air. her head is turned up; she studies the night sky, the unfamiliar constellations.

pavitr would be feverishly drawing star maps. peter, version ham, would have found pork somewhere probably to her eternal disgust. gwen's fingers trip across the wristband of the dimensional travel device. she misses them. pavitr and peter, billy, anya, everyone else. it feels weird. being stuck in an alternate universe without the spider-crew. just her and ( a ) spider-man.

so many times she felt alone. for the first time, she is alone. gwen fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket.

when she hears someone underneath, she looks down. stranger or friend get the same greeting,
] Nice night.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.
[ what it says on the tin! or ask for a starter and I'll get that to you :'> ]
sekimorinashi: (→50)

Church

[personal profile] sekimorinashi 2016-10-02 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not difficult to find a member of Audentes. The locals don't look very different from humans, but something about their own stands out even if they're all from very different places and lives. Something about the way they carry themselves, perhaps.

Or maybe Tsukuyo just making an assumption about how it most likely wouldn't be the locals sitting on the roof of a church like that. It's probably just because it's a little strange.

Not that she's judging.

She looks up when Gwen speaks, and pulls her pipe from her lips to blow out a puff of smoke. ]


Yeah, it is.

Whatcha doin'?

[ It's not an accusatory question. She's genuinely wondering. ]
weatherscience: (☁ explaining on demand)

wildcard!!

[personal profile] weatherscience 2016-10-03 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ However nice the selection of hats in the store, Nami isn't there for them. The store's clothing selection isn't much to look at, but the accessories are nice enough; she's currently got a pile of belts, some hair ties with fake flowers on them and something that seems to be a pearl-decorated gun holster laid out on the counter next to her.

She holds out one of the belts, one of brown leather with leaf-like indents, holds it to her waist and twirls to face the person closest to her... aka Gwen, probably there to buy that obligatory cowboy hat.
]

What do you think? I feel like it would go well with most styles... hm, now I only need to find a good dress to go with it!
secondnature: (let's take a car out back)

wildchurchish

[personal profile] secondnature 2016-10-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The good thing about where they are is that between the aliens travelling all over with their strange eyes and mining practices and their robotic horses, Keith doesn't need to hide any of his Voltron technology. It occurs to him that that might change along the way, but his paladin armor can stay. He's not wearing most of it right now, but the downtime gives him the opportunity to test the limits on his rocketboots. With Goo around last mission, he didn't get too many opportunities to do that.

His actual testing is rather athletic and involves a lot of leaping around the roof tops, slamming down with a lot of noise, and probably ... probably ... being shouted at by a few people. For noise. At night. That's rather obnoxious.

He comes to a final landing on the church just behind Gwen, and by then, his landing is less of a crash and more of a graceful setdown. He crouches, glancing up toward the blonde hair ahead of him as the night air seems to be less brisk with his sudden stability.]


I didn't expect someone else to be up here.
scarredhorns: (Nyuu#embarrassed)

Saloon

[personal profile] scarredhorns 2016-10-04 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Nyuu couldn't fight and she didn't know how to heal, but she could sing. She wanted to be productive to the crew, somehow, so when she saw that the saloon was looking for performers, she figured she might as well give it a shot and make the crew look good.

But she has to sit down and watch Gwen first, amazed and delighted by how she wields the drumsticks. Nyuu sings along with the crowd or applauds with them every time Gwen finishes a song, finding that it helps loosen her up more, slowly making the tremble of her hands go away. This would be her first time performing for a crowd that wasn't composed of only her five friends.

Eventually, Nyuu makes her way towards the stage and timidly asks Gwen:
]

Um, could you play along with this?

[She sings a short excerpt from the song she was planning to perform softly, enough for Gwen to hear but not enough to give it away to the audience.]