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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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[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?]

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.

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.

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?

[ 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.

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?

For all the month they'll keep us together, you mean? Before I'm moved off somewhere else. Originally? London, love. But recently, Seattle. See, I got moved around. Shuffled, post-mortem. I'm a grim reaper. Professionally-speaking. As for what I do otherwise, it's a bit of back and forth at the moment. Now, you. What's a girl like you wanting to make deals with fucked-up mysterious eldritch horrors for, anyway? What's it you're getting out of this?

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[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]

Maybe they won't switch you, if we work well together. I'm not really sure how it works, but I think that could happen. I asked the Admiral to undo a mistake my mentor made. Something that's putting the whole city in danger, where I'm from. It's really just a minor change, one small difference could stop the whole thing, so that's what I asked for. You became a grim reaper after you died? How does that work? I always thought there was only one Grim Reaper.

Maybe. Maybe. I dunno, you've been at this game longer'n me. Thassa very noble thing, Gwenny. Good on you. Me, I'd wish for millions of dollars but I expect that's why I'm an inmate and not a warden. Nah. It isn't like Santa Claus where he can do all the dead people around the world in one go. Issjust me, and guys like me. Winning the Shit Lottery, so to speak.

[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?

[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.

[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?

[ 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. ]

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?

Not very much longer. Millions of dollars, huh? I'm not sure what I would do with millions of dollars. Maybe if I get to ask him for a second favor, it would be to pay for my college tuition. Peter's too. And my brothers! I have no idea how my mom is going to put all three of them through college. [ hmm how to word her next question ] Becoming a reaper in your world, is that like being brought here as an Inmate? Is it meant as a sort of rehabilitation?

Yeah, I would not count chickens just yet. You've not got a proper inmate, no deal. Could be a psychotic murderer for all you know. It's not anything. It's just, your number comes up. A reaper reaps enough souls, then it's time for him to finally go where they all get to go, and please don't ask me what magical number that is because no one fuckin' knows. An' his last reap becomes the new reaper. I was some bloke's last reap. Ergo, I take his place. You don't want it to be redemption, anyway, all these sadists runnin' around in charge of other people's souls. Would be awful. ...Do I really look like I need that much redemption?

[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...?

'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?

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.

[ 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.

Wait, I'm confused, are you saying you're a sadist now? Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me.

[ was that a joke? that was a joke ]

Looks can be deceiving.

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?

I'm not a sadist. I don't like to hurt other people.

Good! Okay, here's a tricky one - why do YOU think you're here? Did the Admiral tell you why, or did he just bring you here?

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