So...

[Between the lighting, the shaky cam effect and the fact that this place is so very clearly haunted, the video feed Peter's broadcasting from the cobweb infested servant's quarters looks like it might be the Blair Witch sequel we've all been desperate to see. Or something.]

I might not have a degree in web design, but this might be overkill.

[Peter's behind the camera, but you can see his gloved - because yeah, he brought the suit - hand brushing aside the cobwebs. There's definitely a part of him that's thinking hey, Parker, this is a terrible, terrible idea, and there's that familiar buzzing at the base of his skull warning him that something's really not right here, but... hey. That's every port.]

Anyone recognize this place? Might want to do a PSA about it if you do, because call me crazy, but- Woah.

[This last piece of web getting torn away reveals who, uh. Left all the web here. The giant, hungry looking spiders spot Peter almost immediately, and start scuttling towards him with absolutely no fear.

Holy horror movies, Batman.]

Something tells me this isn't gonna be one big happy family reunion...

[Open Spam]

[Peter's not an idiot - well, okay, some people might try and make that argument anyway, but he'd like to point out that they're wrong, he's actually pretty incredibly smart, thanks, just not about things like his own personal safety or rushing into things - so he's well packed for port with his own climbing gear, plus a few extras, which works out great for him until, you know.

He wakes up in the dark, alone, still wearing the Spider suit, at least, and feeling like he's got a really bad head cold, without the stuffy nose and terrible cough, but also without useful things. Like super senses. And the ability to fully stick to whatever surface he's decided to latch on to.

But he's got the costume at least, and after a couple test runs - one of which had ended with him landing hard in a pile of what turned out to be bones, which is just beyond gross - he's managed to find a good balance where he's mostly stuck to the ceiling and moving along without the aid of a harness.

(At least until someone pushes him, anyway. Then he's probably falling on his ass again.)

There's no real direction to his travel, and he'll wind up just about anywhere, although his vague plan is to try and head up.

And, you know, to find people.]

[Public Voice]

-wen? So, [ffffzzzzztt] the ship, yet?

[ffffzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztt]

Check in? Testing, testing, one, two- [zzzzztt]

So, uh, kinda late to ask I guess, but does anyone know a loudmouth reporter who hates Spider-Man? Because I'm pretty sure I got one of my counterparts - or like, future-me or something - fired back when the network freaked out. [And he sounds pretty guilty about it. Like, seriously.] Totally an accident.

[He's serious, he has no idea who this guy is or why he was screaming about needing pictures on his desk, Chris you told him he was a science teacher when he grows up.]

And while we're on that subject - sort of - if anyone needs a hand keeping out of trouble or anything, I'm pretty sure I can help.

Just, you know, if anyone's interested. [He'll be running around keeping an eye on things anyway.]

[Filtered to Friends - if you think you're on it, you're on it]

That goes double for you guys. Don't do anything stupid.

[Open Spam for Port]

[Peter's not always great at following his own advice. He's not going to do anything super stupid, and can be found milling about the market trading some of the stuff he's had lying around his room for food and stuff without causing any trouble, but...

Once the market's all wrapped up, he can also be found wandering around keeping an eye on other Barge folk. He's not stalking you, honest! He's just keeping an eye out for any trouble to swoop in as needed. With or without his ridiculously loud costume on.

Probably without. A bright red and blue full body suit sticks out like a sore thumb pretty much anywhere.]

[The feed clicks on and the camera's fumbled with for a moment or so before it points at Peter, who looks tired, a little worse for wear and pretty covered in mud.]

Hey, so, um- [He wipes a hand over his face, smearing more mud over his eye.]

I just spent a couple hours in a swamp trying to find some stuff for a guy in town? And there are giant spiders in there. Like, seriously, they're huge, they can talk, and they're definitely not friendly, as in they definitely tried to eat me. So, uh, be careful.

[And that said, he is letting out a sort of tired sigh and managing a somewhat self depreciating smile.] Is there like, a shower or anything in town so I can hose some of this stuff off me?

[Open Spam for Town]

[After dropping off the supplies with the man who'd asked for his help - with a word about how hey, maybe you could've said something about the giant, man eating spiders in the swamp, thanks buddy - Peter is wandering about town looking for something else to occupy his time with. Honestly, now that the immediate danger's out of the way - and even then, the adrenaline rush that came along with that kind of thing he'd kind of. Missed. Which was maybe a little pathetic - he's back in that state where this is all pretty cool, because just like every other nerdy kid, he grew up reading Tolkien and Narnia and all that, and this was pretty much everything he'd sort of fantasized about when he was younger.

So he pretty much can be found anywhere, watching people work, asking questions about the town and what lies beyond it, and he's really not against the idea of picking up some other little job to do or something, just to keep busy. Might as well, right?]

[ooc: If anyone wants to spam swamp adventures, or borrow Peter for a quest or anything, I am totally up for it. c:]