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Hi Mason, this is Gwen Stacy, your temporary Warden. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up some time, get to know each other a little bit? You're my first Inmate assignment, but I've got a lot of ideas and I'm really looking forward to getting to know you and work with you.

Let me know when you'd like to meet!



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[ Gwen, as she's been taken to doing most days since she arrived here, will most likely be found in the library on the fifth level, reading and taking notes on whatever's managed to catch her interest that day. studying, yes, just for the sake of doing so. there might not be any exams here, but she's still interested in learning, still wants to keep herself sharp. if she were at home, she'd have a very NO INTERRUPTIONS, PLEASE vibe going on about her, deeply focused on her books, but here she's gotten into the habit of looking up every once in a while, seeing who else spends their time here and seeing how they choose to utilize it. it's interesting!

either that or she'll be in the cafeteria getting her meal on, and most times she'll be there with Peter Parker, but sometimes she heads down alone, just to grab a snack. which is probably some form of chocolate, if she can get her hands on it. she's most likely sitting alone, like a loner geek kid at school, because that's totally what she is. and she's fine with that. but seriously, come sit with her, she would like company more than she'd ever admit. ]

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[versusnurture]

[Abigail has retreated into herself. Not all the way, not for long - she is learning to dissect the meaning of her own moods, which fascinates her, and she can tell that the aftershocks of Will's arrival won't take long to leave her head. But for now, she's a little shaky and very focused.]

[Work helps. She prepares lunch with Ben and Mira, and, in doing so, in the cocoon of habit, feels very nearly safe as houses. She helps serve sometimes, too, and when she does she learns the new faces.]

[Gwen shows up so often, and always seems to be smiling. Abigail doesn't trust it. But she is trying to dive into the jaws of the lion, and sometimes the lion is . . . other girls, girls like Marissa, girls like Gwen.]

[So she shows up at Gwen's table as lunch starts clearing out, her fingers trailing against the table's edge as she glances sideways in a questioning way.]

Are you leaving? [Or can she sit?]

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[ Gwen peeks up pretty quick, not startled, just pleased someone's ..you know, talking to her. but are you leaving sounds like something a popular kid might ask, a "are you done yet because we need this table", and some part of her is ready to be defensive, but. nope. no, Gwen. be cool. ]

Should I be?

[ she recognizes her as one of the Inmates that helps serve lunch, so maybe she's asking on a professional level! or something. but yeahno that's ridiculous, and Gwen's nose scrunches up as she shakes her head, making it obvious she realized she misread her ]

You can sit here, if you want to. I'm not waiting for anyone.

[versusnurture]

[She'd laugh if she knew. Abigail does not think she comes off like a popular anything. There's a note of arrogance to her, always has been, and she plays it up when she thinks it would be beneficial to her. Now, though, she doesn't think it is, and so is being (nominally) friendly (sort of).]

[She does boggle a little at the question.]

No? I mean, it's everybody's table.

[With a wary sideways look, she slides into the seat across from Gwen and folds her hands.]

You're Gwen. You're new.

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[ she nods, grins ]

That's right.

[ oh hey she's not the only one that cruises the network but doesn't always actually respond to the things she sees on there. ]

And you're the girl who doesn't want to hide anymore.

[ that's what she remembers, that's what sticks out. though she sounds more impressed than anything else, and there's no deliberate look down to her neck or anything - she's noticed the scar, and she isn't phased by it. maybe curious, and there's some part of her that will always be concerned when it comes to injuries or scars or whatever else, but it's not a big deal. not in a negative way, at least ]

I didn't catch your name.

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[maced_eggs]

Gwenny! Hello, love. Nah, I don't mind it. What ideas are those?

You are one of the nice ones, yes? One of the not-yelling ones? Look, just because I get into a bit of trouble now and again does not make me a terrible person.

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[interns]

I can be nice, sure. I don't like yelling, but I've also had a lot of practice dealing with troublemakers. I'm not going to try and completely change you in a day, I know that's not how this works, but I think as long as you're honest with me about stuff, we'll be able to figure out a good plan to get you "on track". Whatever that might mean for you.

My first idea! Is a sort of back and forth Q&A, if you're up for it. I'd like to get to know you.

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[maced_eggs]

Honest. Yeah. I can do honest. I will be so fucking honest I will be the opposite of Pinocchio. My nose is going to shrink.

Issat right? I mean, yeah. Sure. Go for it. And I get to ask questions too, yes?

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[interns]

That might actually be a little horrifying, but I appreciate the sentiment!

If you'd like to, sure. I don't mind. Makes sense for you to get to know me, too.

First question! Where are you from, and what do you do? Professionally, or not. What were you up to before you got to the Barge?

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[persecutioncomplex]

[Even if it's been months since she hid them in her closer, Touko still remembers where all of her own books were shelved. It doesn't look weird if she's high up on a ladder - this is her job, she's here more than anyone who isn't Chromie - and even if they're about ten feet higher up than they should be, her conscience has been nagging her almost since the day she took them down.

She is, however, still ten feet higher than she should be, and as she loses her balance a spill of paperbacks with arty covers flies out and spills onto Gwen's space. Touko stares from her perch and for a moment pretends this hasn't just happened before scrambling down herself.]

[lmk if the sudden invasion is okay]

ahaha this is great!

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[ Gwen barely holds in her yelp of surprise when that first book slaps down on the table in front of her, the rest following shortly after in a flutter of paperbacks. her hands sort of splay out in front of her, like she's not sure if she should be getting ready to run or- what. she's not sure what happened, she was completely absorbed in her book. but eventually she looks up, just in time to see someone coming down from a ladder leading to the upper shelves. oh ]

Are you okay?

[ she's whispering, despite how loud the rain of books just was, she's assuming sommmmeeething must have startled the girl, or- something. there must be a very good explanation for this, surely. ]

[persecutioncomplex]

I-i'm doing my job.

[She never knows how to respond to questions from people she doesn't know, even if she knows they're part of the grand social exchange, so instead she crouches to gather the books that landed on the floor. Re-shelving them was a stupid idea. She should have left them where they were, so no one could read anything she'd written and-

She cuts off the recriminations with an old friend: externalizing her annoyance.]

But that doesn't mean this is part of my job!

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Sorry, what? No, I didn't think- [ that dropping the books was part of her job. and she wasn't asking about her job to begin with, she was really just concerned with why books were falling in the first place. but the girl seems flustered, so she shakes her head, starts picking up the books around her without paying much attention to what's on the covers or anything else. she's just trying to be helpful ] As long as you're alright, it's- fine. Really.

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[semifreakingnormal]

[It's entirely possible that Gwen has seen Scott hanging out in the library. Not often - it's really not his kind of go-to spot on the Barge, but now and then he walks around, looking for information on the crazy things he's learned are real back home. If werewolves and kitsune are real, what else is? Sometimes he tries to study normal high school things: earlier today, he fell asleep with his face on an SAT prep book.

Now he's considerably more awake, carrying a tray of food and looking for Stiles or Lydia or anyone, really, but when he spots Gwen alone he heads over to her table instead. He pauses, gestures at one of the chairs like he's trying to be polite and thinks maybe it's lame or awkward, but at least his smile is earnest.]

Do you mind if I sit?

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I don't mind, actually. Have a seat, Mr. McCall.

[ she even sits up very straight and gestures to the chair he's indicated, all very teacherly. right up until she's grinning and sitting back in her seat again so she can get back to her food in front of her. ]

It's good to see you. How're things?

[semifreakingnormal]

[He hesitates until she smiles, and laughs because that could have been awkward and weird and he really doesn't want things to be awkward and weird with Peter's girlfriend.]

Pretty good, I guess. [Good enough that he is digging into his sandwich with gusto, don't mind him. At least he's.......mostly avoiding talking with his mouth full.]

I think I saw you in the library before. Were you studying?

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Only pretty good? [ it's okay, Peter eats like that too. she's gotten used to making eye contact and just not asking any questions after he's just taken a bite. it's all about timing. ]

Oh, yeah, sort of. I'm not sure it counts as studying when I'm just reading for the sake of appeasing my own curiosity. The science texts are surprisingly similar to those from home.

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[bothfoulandfair]

[Elsa spends a lot of her time out and about in the library. It's a nice safe space: somewhere she can go that doesn't get too much traffic just because it's so big, so she's out of her room and stretching her legs without needing to eat as quickly as possible to avoid someone she doesn't know sitting down with her, or trying to strike up a conversation when she was really only out and about in the first place because she needed something.

But it's inevitable that sometimes you will run into someone else in here, and so she winds up finding Gwen during one of these study sessions while on the hunt for a new book of her own. Elsa's spent a lot of time reading since coming to the Barge, and she's always been interested in science. There's just so much more of it here than there was at home, so when she spots the stack of books Gwen's got with her and then gets a smile from the other blonde, she kind of can't help but ask.

After hesitating a beat, of course.]

Do you mind if I ask what you're reading?

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Oh, just a basic Biology book. Very basic, actually.

[ she presses her thumb to the page she's on so she can shut the book and check out the cover, twisting her mouth a bit before she looks back up at her ]

I was so sure it would be different than the bio books I have back home, but it's not really. Most of the principles are the same, only the examples of everything are different. I guess that makes sense though, what with the whole- multiverse idea of this place.

[bothfoulandfair]

It seems as though most of the principles are the same, actually.

[Which is actually maybe a little strange, but it's not like she'd ever been introduced to the concept of alternate universes before coming here.]

We're all breathing oxygen, aren't we?

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[notsoneedy]

[Needy is in the cafeteria because, well, everybody's gotta eat. Normally she sits by herself if she can, but unfortunately it seems like she's picked a busy time because there aren't any tables that are either completely empty or not adjacent to someone she doesn't really like the looks up.

Crap. Well, it looks like she's going to have to sit at the same table as someone...relatively safe.

Head turning she scopes the room, and her eyes alight on Gwen. Close to her own age, not overtly scary or somehow looking crazy or mean. And, she thinks she might have talked to her before.

It wasn't the best conversation, compared to some of the others she's talked to, but. It could have been worse. She heads over, holding her tray.]

Um, hey. Do you mind if I...?

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Hey. Yeah, sure, go ahead.

[ she shakes her head, a little surprised, but not enough to outwardly question it. she definitely remembers talking to the other girl on the network when she arrived here - it's hard to forget someone that talked about showing up here just after being shot. so she sits up a bit, scoots her tray back towards her like there isn't already plenty of room on the table for her to set her stuff down. ]

-- What's up?

[notsoneedy]

[Needy sits down and at first keeps her eyes on her food, her elbows and hands closely contained to her side of the table. She's still pretty 'guarded' on habit; few of the other inmates wanted to try messing with her by the time she was finished with her last place, but. Survival skills are still paramount.

She plays with her food more than acts like she has any plans on eating it. And there's not really enough on there to count as a meal - more like snacks strung together to something that might be halfway filling.

She looks up, slightly startled by Gwen's voice.]

What? I, uh. Nothing. Not really. Why, why do you ask?

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[routemistress]

'Ey Gwen. Got a thing to run past you.

[She attaches a link to Iris and Mason's recent conversation.]

...I didn't want to jump over your 'ead, 'cause I'd be breaking knees if any bugger tried that with me. Let us know what you think, eh?

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[interns]

Oh, um.

[ her gut reaction to giving him alcohol is NO, but if he's agreed to it... maybe it's not such a bad suggestion. it wouldn't be her first option, but. well. hm. and then there's the parts about weed- ]

If that sort of deal will motivate him to get into a sort of set routine, I'm not against it. I don't- [ she doesn't know if Mason has an addiction problem of any kind, she didn't ask. she also isn't sure she knows how to help someone with an addiction to ..anything, really. so, that's a little intimidating. ] It can be temporary. If he spends more time intoxicated than sober, than I'm going to have to say no to all of it. But I'm willing to wait and see how he handles it.

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[routemistress]

That's sort of what I were thinking, aye. See 'ow it goes. That lad's lack of motivation for anything worries me a bit, to be honest.

Good instincts in there, though. 'E saw someone being 'urt and tried to make it stop, at least. It's amazing 'ow many people wouldn't.

Thanks, Gwen love. You settling all right?