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[party post] come sail away with me

You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.

Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...

Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?

The possibilities are unlimited!

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"Maybe, but it could be worse. Horror movie worse. Unless this is the Queen Mary, then we're definitely already in horror movie territory."

Somehow, being on the deck of an infamously haunted ship seemed preferable to being strapped to a chair with FBI agents surrounding her. She'd never been in the white room personally, but she saw flashes of it in Max's mind and it was probably the most horrific thing she'd ever seen. No movie would ever compare to the terror she felt ripping through Max while Pierce interrogated him.

Peter smirks at her response. "Uh, no. I don't think it is. Not that-- No one really knows what it's called, but I have seen ghosts around. They just seem to be pretty harmless," he says, scratching the back of his head with the pen in his hand. "You'll... probably see a few, but don't get scared. They don't do anything bad."

As far as he's seen anyway. He wonders if that'll... ever change or if something dangerous will happen on the ship at some point. People come and go regularly so there'd be no way of knowing when or who would be here when it happens.

She offers him a reassuring smile that's oddly as brave in execution as it is in theory. This is a girl that's been through more than she's letting on, who has experience with the weird, wacky, and downright terrifying under her belt. Liz is far too young to have been through some of the things she has, to have seen all that she's seen. She's well aware of that.

"I think I can handle a few ghosts."

Peter sees the reassuring smile, and it makes him smile in response before he nods. He knows better than to judge a book by its cover like that after all. Most people wouldn't think he can handle-- well, most of what he does. Barely. Handle.

"I'm sure you can," he says, and he means that. "So I'm guessing ghosts aren't the weirdest thing you've seen before. I mean you seem pretty chill about them."

"I'm from Roswell. We have people coming in and out of that place that are into all sorts of weird things. Wannabe alien hunters, SciFi conventions, actors, weirdos in general... Ghosts actually seem kind of normal in comparison."

At least ghosts were of this Earth, unlike her ex.

Peter smiles a little as he looks over at her, making note of all of those things.

"Yeah, I've heard of Roswell." And he thinks aliens are pretty cool in concept even if he hasn't seen enough compelling evidence yet to really fully believe that they're out there. Maybe he should change his stance given his life over the last few years though. Radioactive spiders. Giant lizards. "Does it get annoying? People coming through all the time, trying to turn your town into a spectacle?"

...Peter would probably get snarky at them. A bit.

One day, if she ever gets a point where she feels comfortable talking about her experiences without naming names, maybe they can swap stories. Likely around the time her own abilities manifest and she starts accidentally setting things on fire.

"It can, but it's good for business. My family's diner is sort of a shrine to the weird and wacky, full of alien themed orders to go. You make a killing on perpetuating the notion that aliens once landed there."

They should completely swap stories if she ever gets to that point... and that would be a really good time. Peter would likely admit to his own abilities to just try to help reassure her.

Peter laughs a little at what she says, tilting his head to the side as he tries to think of all the potential in an alien-themed restaurant. "I can kind of picture it actually," he says, and who can blame people for making the most out of it when curious tourists would come around no matter what? "What's the diner's name? Does it go with the whole alien theme or..."

Which Liz would appreciate the ability to relate, given the considerable lack of Antarian hybrids on this boat.

"The Crashdown. I'm not sure where my dad got the name from, but we had this one artist who works with plastic molds create this side of a flying saucer that sticks out of the front of the building. That alone brings in the tourists. Roswell has a larger tourist population on some days than we do actual residents."

"That... sounds really cool, the name of the place, I mean. I like it," Peter says with a tiny smile, and he'd probably visit it even if he wasn't a tourist. It just sounds neat. Then he laughs a bit, shaking his head at the thought of a place that could have more tourists than residents though he comes from two places that do have a lot of tourists just not more than people living there. "I wouldn't... know what that's like. I grew up in New York City, and then I... ended up in Chicago through this Rift. It's a break in time and space. Happens a lot there."

"I spent a summer in Florida with my aunt. Otherwise, I don't really leave Roswell much." Marathon, Texas doesn't count. As far as anyone's concerned, they were never there. "I do hope to be living on the East Coast, eventually. One day."

Someone still harbors aspirations of residing in Massachusetts by way of a Harvard admittance. Liz doesn't want to spend the rest of her life on the run with aliens. She entertained that notion once, but she knows now that she isn't part of ~~Max's~~ their future.

"Where on the East Coast?" Peter asks, looking over at her as he lifts up a hand to adjust his glasses a bit. His leg is perched beside him as he leans against the chair a bit.

She'll get there one day. The East Coast is a great place to go in general, but he might be biased. As much as he hates New York City sometimes, he also loves it. It's home. There's not another city like it though Chicago is becoming its own home.

"Cambridge, Massachusetts?" Liz tucks a stray strand of hair behind one ear and shyly, yet proudly, admits, "I sort of have big Harvard dreams. It's sort of been my life's dream to study and eventually teach molecular biology there."

Peter smiles at her at what she says, and they've just met, but he doesn't really have any doubts that she can get there. "That is a seriously awesome life dream," he says, adjusting his glasses a bit but he means that very genuinely. "And molecular biology is so cool. I mean, examining the cells themselves like the building blocks right there, and the interactions between DNA and protein biosynthesis and all of everything that it has to do with. It's a great path to pursue, and I mean all the things you can do with that knowledge and teaching others it so they can make advancements in the field is--"

Peter clears his throat a bit, realizing after a second that he's rambling, his science ramble thing.

He's a science geek too though, and while he is more into the technological side, he helped finish that formula that... created a giant man-lizard, but still. The point is he loves science as much as he hastily said it to Gwen to explain why he'd been sneaking into Oscorp, he really, really does.

He's rambling, but Liz is just — enchanted. Not in the boyfriend stealing kind of way, but where has this fellow science-inclined mind been all her life? She was always that lone person in science labs and classes who was a little more into the subject material than the rest of the class, who had a tendency to reference experiments and biologists who even the teachers were sometimes unfamiliar with. To hear someone talk as passionately about something she just loves is — it's nice.

It's human. And in this moment, Liz feels more human than she has since before she was shot.

(Maybe being on this boat isn't so bad.)

"It's amazing. And important. Incredibly important. More important than people realize. I kind of want to make them realize. You know?"

Peter smiles sideways at her at what she says before he nods in agreement, because he sees the importance of it. He loves science, understands it even if it isn't anything that he can do for a job full time because of his other gig as Spider-man. It's why he works as a photographer despite being as passionate about science as he is. Being Spider-man doesn't really give him room to have a fulltime job so it's really, really cool for him too to be able to talk about it again.

"Yeah, making people realize how important it is is really important too, and if you're passionate about it and passionate about teaching people, educating them on it? You're half way there," he says as his smile widens. She is half way to being able to get people to realize how important and amazing it is.

Being on the run from the FBI wouldn't have left her with many opportunities to pursue her scientific goals, either. In some ways, Liz is grateful to Tess for showing up when she did, for being present when the hybrids' true purpose on Earth was revealed. Rebirth and destiny — who was she to get in the way of that when she had a destiny of her own? One that didn't involve Max Evans or aliens.

"I think you're the first person I've met — and I'm talking ever — who thinks that's as important as I do. Usually people just brush it all off as a geek fantasy."

"Really? That must suck though. I mean, just wait until you get to Harvard or any big city, there's places of science, and they really, really get it. Not just geek fantasy, they live it too," Peter says with a soft smile as he leans back against the seat some, looking over at her. "My dad-- He was a scientist too so I guess I got it from him or something."

There is definitely a passion to science that people don't get, and he will never understand how others can't really process how important it is. This is how they make advancements, discoveries that could change the world for the better. As long as it's all done ethically, when he finished that formula, no one bothered doing safe tests on it before Dr. Connors injected it into himself. If they would, they would have known.

"It's Roswell," she says with a shrug. Her tone lacks the bitterness that might be present in other's, because she knows her town and she doesn't fault it for it's failings. "Geek fantasy's are sort of a defining aspect. At least, Hollywood seems to think so."

As does reality, but people don't know what Liz Parker knows. And they never will.

"What kind of a scientist?"

Peter smirks softly at what she says, how she shrugs without any bitterness, but just a fact of the place she comes from. "Yeah, that's... kind of the way that it seems," he says, and New York City is in so many movies and TV and Hollywood that it's ridiculous.

He can't imagine living somewhere that just has this one slant to it shown over and over again.

"Biologist specifically with genetics. He was... uh, working on cross species genetics actually to try to take benefits that animals have and find a way to-- to transfer some of those over to people. Like how lizards can grow back their own limbs when they lose them, that-- that kind of thing." It just got really complicated.

Liz wants to badly to say that it's possible, but may not be possible yet with the tools of the human trade. Humanity isn't quite there, but the Antarians were able to do it. They were able to sample Human DNA and hybridize it with their own, creating Human-Antarian Hybrids in Max, Michael, Isabel, and Tess. And those abilities that the Antarians possessed transferred to the human forms they took. It's not just human talent in them, it's the alien royal family they were once a part of, too.

Instead she smiles, clearly fascinated for what she feels are not entirely disingenuous reasons. She liked science before she got caught up with aliens.

"Being able to regrow a limb would mean the world to the military, nevermind all those kids who are born without them. How far did he get in his research, if it's okay to ask?"

She senses that the 'was' means something happened. People don't use past tense unless things are in the past. Were. Liz isn't tactless enough to ask that question.

"It's okay," Peter says after a moment. It has been years for him since all of that happened, and he finally put to rest that search for his father that lead to nothing (lead to more destruction). His father is the man that raised him, that died against his hands, Uncle Ben. Much as he wishes he could have known Richard Parker, he is so grateful to have been raised by his uncle and his aunt. "Uh, really, really far. Farther than anyone realized before... I found his work that he'd hidden away. It was ready to be tested on animals like that... that ready, and so... I did the thing and gave his work to the man he'd been working with before. Who couldn't wait, I guess. He'd lost his arm, and it was really... personal for him. Anyway, the side effects were too terrible even if the regrowing the limbs thing happened too."

There was no way to control which parts of the animal was transferred over in the cross-species thing at least not that they had found. Dr. Connors is still in jail as far as Peter knows.

And he knows he regrets it too, all of it like Peter does. He regrets not leaving well enough alone and all the destruction that that lead to.

"Side effects?"

Liz doesn't know it yet, but there's side effects to Max dissolving that bullet in her abdomen, piecing her torn flesh back together, and pulling her consciousness back from the brink. One day she'll get too worked up and accidentally set something ablaze and then she'll know. But for now, she's blissfully unaware of her own hidden potential that she's just starting to unlock.

Peter scratches the back of his neck as he winces slightly, because he knows the answer is going to be hard to believe. It's just-- it is what happened, and it's been a long time now since it did.

"Turned into a... giant lizard man. Not just that, it's not like he was himself as a giant lizard. It messed with his head too, made him more aggressive and violent. Kept the smarts though and the ability to talk. He was trying to turn everyone else into giant lizard men too. It was... this big thing."

"That's..." Liz tucks an errant strand of hair behind an ear. "That's new, but not impossible, I guess? I mean, I was just pulled out of time and space onto some ship going nowhere. Giant lizards actually sounds kind of normal in comparison."

Nevermind aliens.

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