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[GP/status] OtherWorlds: Welcome to Asphodel Station

By the time the Crystal Room, recently and precipitously vacated by Kash, had closed itself off to begin its transformation, the incipient connection to a new world had already been reflected in the Inn's shops. Notably, after Valentine's Day, the boutique had begun to stock two new clothing trends. First came the heavily weighted apparel, almost like blankets for those on the autism spectrum, designed to hang against the body and stay against the body, most of them in fairly neutral shades and modest styles. Then came the exquisitely light, unusual fabrics, that seemed made for dancing and twirling. They often had extra fabric, tubes and ruffs, and layers that when caught in the wind would puff out into shapes. These tended toward the colorful, and while rarely what any 21st century Earth person would call scandalous, they often seemed to be playing peekaboo with spectators and the flesh beneath.

Other, less interesting, changes happened more suddenly. Every room had fresh water bottles delivered daily. The chef's chicken dishes inexplicably began to contain a great deal of cream, cheese, and cream cheese. The ice machines occasionally acted up and spit a stream of cubes at people passing without filling a bucket.

In retrospect, when the Crystal Room opened onto the deck of what might once have been some kind of space yacht but had become more the equivalent of an overcrowded tour bus for penny-pinchers and scholarship kids, it was more obvious than ever that where they'd be going, what they'd need when they'd get there, and the camouflaging of their arrival wasn't entirely random. The captain and passengers of the dirty, overcrowded space-bus SC Trolley couldn't possibly have cared less where the extra passengers came from, if they even noticed. And the docking crew on the pretentiously named Celadon Ring (third from the top, reserved for miner-leave ships and the odd 'leisure' travelers), was more interested in clan personal matters than in how many people were supposed to be on the ship versus how many left through its doors. After the first few hours of the ship's arrival, no one cared at all, which made it very easy for the people of the Inn to come and go.

Whatever intelligence lay behind their off-world jaunts could do little about their appearances, however, and their strange fleshy colors and hairstyles drew unpleasant looks from many on station. The Verineans in particular were none too thrilled by the appearance of a long-forgotten race, and behave more haughtily than ever. The Trovians poked them curiously and ran away. Most of the others avoided them. Only the Gunnii and the Diggers seemed to take them in stride.

Nevertheless, the noisy Hub with its welter of foreign tongues, the familiar patter of bargains and auctions, backed by the odd and occasionally terrifying structural creaks and groans, smelled of tarnished metal, less than fresh bodies, and commerce. Away from the pristine living quarters in the wealthiest petals, Asphodel was a trade station, and anyone with goods to trade and a will to trade them wouldn't be turned (too hard) away.

The rings and Paidia, the upper and the downbelow were something of a different story. Dangerous in the rings and the downbelow, downright welcoming in the Paidia, and off-limits without bribes on the upper, they had their own rules and their own essences. In truth, the station was large enough with so little in the way of true government, it might as well have been several small nations bound together by a gravitational system and air supply.

Regardless of where they planned to go, any visitor that exited a ship in one of the rings was made to watch a welcome video while waiting for the lifts. It contained the basic rules, offenses punishable by death, and an overview map of the station. Exchange rates in currencies unknown to the Inn were posted at the lifts exit doors. Yet whenever any first left the rings for the Hub or elsewhere on Asphodel they couldn't help but be unprepared.

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"Yeah," Peter says, nodding. "Of course." Who wouldn't want to go into an alien bar-slash-restaurant?

And as they walk inside, Peter gets that little feeling he gets whenever he's doing something new. Like the first time he participated in a Decathlon Tournament. It seems silly for him to be so weird about this. The only difference between this and the restaurant/bars he'd entered so many times is that this one just happens to have a lot of aliens inside.

Nothing different, he tells himself as he takes the first step inside, and he finds that he's glad that Liz is with him.

There are a few prying eyes that follow them as Peter makes his way to a few empty stools at the bar, but Peter wills himself to not look worried about it, and actually manages to do so.

The bartender comes up, and Peter tries his best to act casual, even though he's this kinda weird-looking furry thing, and his snout is doing this weird thing where it's furling up and down kinda like an actual bandicoot and it's really sort of funny.

The man (woman? Peter's not really sure) looks at them silently and expectantly, their claws tapping a rhythm against the bar that briefly makes Peter consider the possibility that they might communicate through some sort of weird space morse code.

"We're uh," Peter starts, before reverting to his best grizzled, heavily-accented 'I'm totally an adult' voice -- the same voice he used when he was being Spider-Man around people who knew him outside of the suit. And so, naturally, he's got to talk like an adult, too -- to make the whole grizzled-voice thing seem like the real thing. "We just got here and we're kinda iffy on the whole currency situation. Me and my girl are looking for something good to drink, and we're tired of sipping water."

Liz was trying not to stare at the bartender as they sat down. She just had never seen anything like this outside of a movie and she suddenly wondered if maybe Max and the others looked something like this back home.

But when Peter starting talking funny, she looked at him and smiled. Her smile was wide, but tight around the lips as she tried not to laugh because she thought it was kind of cute and completely silly. Still, she tried to keep a straight face and sober a little, nodding dutifully as if to confirm that yes, they were adults and totally knew what they were doing.

Liz might have felt a flutter in her chest when he said 'my girl' but she was concentrating on trying to help Peter with his ridiculous ruse.

The bartender huffed a little and pointed at Liz's backpack where a water bottle, 3/4 filled sat on the side in a mesh pocket. She had forgotten it was there.

"Two drinks for that." Liz thought she heard something entirely unfamiliar, but then suddenly it seemed like the bartender was... Irish? The Gunnii's eyes squinted as if trying to discern what these pink squishy aliens were.

Liz glanced down at her backpack. "Oh, um-" She glanced to Peter to get his reassurance, then reached for it. "I... I guess that's okay." Liz held out the bottle.

Peter nods. "Of course," he continues in his I'm totally an adult voice. And once he's sure that the Gunnii is out of earshot, he turns to Liz and asks, in his normal tone of voice:

"Can you believe that? We're getting drinks, and -- all we're doing is paying in water." Peter looks utterly amazed by this. "I mean, I got another water bottle in my bag, but like. Is that just the currency here? And if it is, I mean -- what's going to be in the drinks?"

Peter doesn't have to wait to find out as the Gunnii returns and places the drinks in front of them, then totters away before Peter can grill them on the ingredients. They're a frosty blue color, but when Peter wraps his hand around the glass, he's surprised to find that the drink is at room temperature -- no ice, either. And that kinda seems weird to him.

Peter looks down at the beverage. It kinda has a weird sheen on the surface. He looks over at the alien next to him, hoping he might be friendly enough to explain what's in the drink.

Instead, Peter notices the feline-type alien is eyeing Liz in a way that makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"The girl," he says, pointing a long, clawed finger in Liz's direction. "You said she was yours, yes?"

"Uh," Peter says tentatively, looking over at Liz. He can't even manage to do the voice. "Yeah?"

"How much for her?"

When the drinks came, she wasn't sure she had an answer about the ingredients. "I.. how is it shiny?" She was trying to figure out the liquid and she brought it up to her face, sniffing, but sniffing just made it more confusing because it smelled kind of like... milk?

She put it to her lips, ready to take the tiniest of sips because, what could go wrong, really? Except there was a cat person who was pointing at her and she paused. Had she done something wrong already?

Slowly the glass lowered back to the counter, but then her eyes widened because, "W-what?"

Her eyes moved from the cat person to Peter in a 'did he really say that?' and then back to the cat man because, what?

"What?"

Their respective "whats" almost come out in unison. Almost. It takes a fraction of a second later for Peter to process exactly what this weird cat-person-alien is asking him, because never, in any universe, did he ever imagine someone would try and buy his girlfriend off of him.

When Liz turns to look at Peter he gives her a look that he hopes is reassuring, capable.

"She's her own woman," Peter says. "She's not--"

But before Peter can clarify that she's not for sale, the amber-eyed feline turns his gaze over to Liz, as if immediately comprehending what this meant.

"What's your price?" he asks.

Liz felt like she should maybe smile because that usually defused misunderstandings, but at the moment she was still kind of stunned because you just didn't do that back home. Still, this was probably some cultural misunderstanding, or that's at least what she told herself because apart from it being weird in general, it wasn't exactly like she looked special in any way - unless the pink of the bag made her stood out among the others in the station.

Since she talked herself into believing this was a cultural thing, she forced a polite smile as she looked at the alien propositioning her. "Oh, um. No thank you. I'm - I'm not for sale, but, um. I appreciate the offer." Not that she knew what the offer was, really.

Liz felt so awkward, but she forced herself to turn and look back at the blue drink as if to say the conversation was done, but somehow that also made her feel rude and guilty.

The weird-cat-person turns away, and Peter gives Liz a look. It's not a bad look, but the kind of look he gave Ned whenever he knew there was trouble. A look he shared with Ned plenty of times, even before he got the Spidey powers.

"We should take our drinks to go," Peter says, wondering if the bartender will notice if they leave with the actual glasses. He's not pro-theft, but he also knows that it's probably not good to stay here when people believe your girlfriend is available for rent or purchase. They can always bring them back later, he tries to convince himself, but then he remembers the board with all the weird rules and regulations and the death penalty for really trivial things, and instead he downs the rest of his drink in one sticky, thick gulp.

And of course, immediately regrets it. After managing a few coughs to clear his throat, he looks back at Liz and nods. "If you want, have some, but we really should leave."

She understood that look because she had given and received similar looks in the passed as well. She nodded in response and watched as Peter downed the whole blue liquid. He... Didn't seem to really enjoy it. She glanced down at it, debating, and realized she'd probably regret not at least trying so she took the smallest of sips and had to work really hard at not making a face so she wasn't rude.

Placing the cup back down, she reached for Peter's hand as she stood up. "Yeah. We, um, we can find somewhere else to go."

As she started to head for the door, she didn't notice that the place was missing a few of it's patrons from when they arrived, or that the Cat-man was paying for his drink and leaving.

Peter's glad that Liz decides they should leave, too. Because really, they didn't cover the rules for fighting here in that basic overview video they played at the entrance. Though he wanted to explore as much as the space station as he could before the portal closed, he didn't really have any interest in exploring its prisons.

But when they step outside, there's two people blocking their path, their arms folded in front of them. Peter's hand tightens around Liz's.

"Excuse me," he says, trying to casually push past. But somehow, it appears the two cat-people manage to make themselves larger. Or maybe they just manage to make themselves look larger, the same way a cat does when it gets frightened or angry and it hair poofs out.

But before Peter can protest further, he feels a presence behind him; he immediately spins around, briefly releasing Liz's hand. It's the same feline guy that was giving them a hard time at the bar.

"I asked nicely twice," he growls. "I'm not going to ask nicely a third time."

Peter briefly glances over at Liz before allowing his gaze to meet the feline man again.

It's not that Liz isn't there, exactly, when he turns back to look at Liz. She was just not in the same place. One of the two had grabbed her and she was currently trying to get out of his grasp. What's surprised her the most was it felt as though she was putting up more of a fight than usual - she seemed stronger. Not that it really helped her though as it just seemed the Meiki had to work harder to keep her in his grasp. It wasn't like Liz had an ounce of training how to fight so her 'moves' were more twists, pulls, tugs, and then occasionally attempt to kick which all probably looked pretty pathetic, but she was trying her best.

She kept trying even as she felt herself being dragged away from the door. "Peter!" She shouted as she pulled against the guy. She almost got out of his grasp this time, feeling a moment of freedom, but her backpack made it easier to grab again.

"Liz!"

It's not the fact that they're outnumbered that scares Peter; he's been outnumbered before. It's the fact that up until now, he had never, ever fought anyone with someone non-superpowered close enough to get in real, serious danger. Sure, there was Delmar and his cat, but that was different; he didn't consider the potential danger to a building across the street.

But now, the potential danger to Liz was staring him right in the face. Hitting that guy holding Liz was going to be difficult as long as he had her in his grasp.

You can do this, Peter, he tells himself, trying to will himself to be calm.

And he spins around, prepared to deal with the two goons first before going after the guy he's determined would be the big baddy.

With the flick of his wrist, he sends a streak of white towards the folded arm of one of the two Meiki -- then another towards the other's chest.

In two seamless, calculated motions, Peter uses his webslinging fluid to swing the one Meiki's arm out the way someone might a marionette -- just as he pulls the other Meiki forward; the punched Meiki falls face-forward onto the metal floor, and Peter webs him to the floor to keep him there.

One down.

Peter briefly glances behind him; Liz's struggling is keeping him from getting too far away too quickly, but he doesn't have a lot of time if he wants to be able to catch up, especially with the gathering crowd. Peter feels his chest tighten slightly. All these people, and no one else was trying to help her.

When Peter turns back around, though, the Meiki he used as his personal marionette is taking a swing at him -- and unfortunately, with the arm he isn't still tethered to with webslinging fluid.

The punch lands, and for a single second Peter sees stars. Disoriented, he tries to regain his focus -- and manages to duck before the Meiki can land another hit.

A siren starts to go off and it's impossible for him to tell where it's coming from because it sounds like it's coming from everywhere. He's got to finish this up quick, because it's probably equally-likely that the sirens are going off because of the fight he's having with these guys as they are going off for Liz's abduction.

"Hey, sorry, but I gotta get out of her quick," Peter tells the Meiki. He flips over the cat-man (who nearly manages to catch his jacket with a single clawed hand) and instead of landing solidly on the floor, slides between his legs -- back to where he started, pulling the Meiki's tethered arm (and the rest of him) with him.

The act is perfectly-executed; when Peter turns around, it's a half-second before the Meiki lands around just in time to see the Meiki land face-down on the ground.

Peter sends a spray of webslinging fluid at him to keep him grounded, looks up at the weird, alien faces staring at him curiously from a safe distance away, and plows through the crowd, his eyes scanning for some sign of Liz. The walls aren't high enough in this area for him to get up high and get a good view of her.

"Liz?" he calls out uncertainly. He'd been okay in the combat with the two goons before, but now that Liz is out of his sight, the panic he managed to push aside before is finally beginning to settle in.

"Psst!" A sound came out from somewhere to the side of Peter. Standing there at approximately 4 feet tall humanoid that looked a little like a mole. He had patchwork clothes that looked like they used to be nice, but had seen many years of use. There was a baseball cap on his head that said 'Madonna Inn' on it in pink letters.

The young alien gestured down one of the narrower passages where Liz was being dragged while still fighting against it. The kid then shouted and pointed down the opposite way and the crowds attention shifted before the kid ducked down out of view.

Liz herself was twisting and pushing, the Meiki with his hands on her swore. "Stop fighting or I'll have to hurt you."

Liz protested more and as he moved his hand up closer to her shoulder for better grip, she bent her head and bit him on the arm. The Meiki cried out in a loud meow and in anger flung Liz out in front of him, sending her up into the air and over the three-story balcony.

"Thank you!" Peter yells out in gratitude at the mole-person as he races down the alleyway towards the two of them. It's dark, and even with his spidey-vision, he can only really see things in silhouette.

Liz struggling. The Meiki letting out a howl of pain. Liz flying up in the air and over a balcony.

"Liz!"

Peter's legs carry him forward quicker than he could have ever imagined; he pushes the Melki away from him, then sends a line of webslinging fluid down at her hands. It catches her, swaying her gently a story and a half above the ground.

"I got you," he reassures her. But before he can pull her up, he gets that tingly feeling on his arms whenever his spidey-senses go off, and he knows immediately that something's wrong.

Peter spins around, jerking the webslinger rope with the motion; his grip is still tight around it, but he knows that the swaying is probably far more unpleasant for Liz than it could be.

And when he spins around, he sees the Melki swinging out a clawed hand at him; he leans back so far that for an instant, he's sure he's going to fall backwards and take Liz down with him --

-- but somehow, he manages to keep his balance.

It was probably good that he took the risk, because he managed to claw through the front of his shirt, the very ends of his claws only grazing across his chest.

"Liz, I need you to try and climb up here," he shouts at her, straightening. The Melki throws another claw at him, and he manages to duck, but if he doesn't find some way to get around his massive bulk soon, there's a good chance that his earlier worries about falling won't be worries anymore.

The closest thing to being flung off of a balcony she had ever experienced before this moment was when she was in a bouncy castle when she was seven and a big kid who was too big for the castle jumped on and she had flown right up into the ceiling. This was entirely different because there was no castle and the ground was not going be as forgiving. She told herself whatever happened would have been better than being stuck on an alien station as someone's property, but the thought was cut short when she felt a familiar sticky substance attach to her hands. Peter.

Now Liz was suddenly doing her best Tarzan impression as she swung, eyes closed as she got close to a pillar for a moment as if she were going to make contact, but never did. Just as she got her bearings, the line jerked and she felt herself move up and down like those quick descent rides at a theme park.

When she heard Peter call down to her, Liz was already climbing up. It was embarrassingly awkward since PE had never been her favourite class, but she did remember the techniques demonstrated by the teacher. It seemed a bit easier before - the added strength to her body from the atmosphere, unbeknownst to her, was helping. Still, Peter could probably feel occasional tugs on the line as she ascended the webbing.

From above, the Melki growled at Peter and reared up for another attack and then - CLANG - Something large and metal not unlike a garbage can hit the feline in the back of his head. Pink glittery letters disappeared behind some boxes as the Melki turned around, momentarily distracted.

The Melki turns its head to try and make out its other opponent, giving Peter just what he needs to lay a kick into his stomach, the same way Alec had a few weeks before. The Melki tumbles back and hits the floor; Peter wonders briefly if these cat-people are really as cat-like as he thought they were. They sure didn't land on their feet.

Peter takes a few steps forward, pulling Liz up as a natural byproduct of him moving away from the balcony. And with one last shot of webslinging fluid, he pins the Melki to the ground. He attempts to claw out at him, but he's definitely going to be stuck there for awhile. And by then, he and Liz are going to be out of there.

Peter quickly makes his way back over to the balcony and offers a hand to Liz, who's now nearly within grip. And once he gets his hands on hers, he pulls her up easily, and then throws his arms around her.

And when he finally pulls back, he looks over at her with a pensive expression and gives her the once over -- or as much of a once-over as he can manage to give when he still won't let her go.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

But unbeknownst to Peter, as he looks over at Liz, someone else is looking over at him. And before he can be spotted, the Wisp floats away, out of sight.

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Liz had no idea what was going on, even after Peter took her hand to help her get over the balcony and his arms were around her. Her arms, too, wrapped tightly around him and even though there's an angry cat-man pinned to the ground, she wasn't away of him at the moment. It was just her and Peter.

She nods. "I'm okay. I'm fine." Her eyes were roaming over his body now and the ripped shirt was hard to miss. Her hand moved up to touch his chest, running her fingers along the exposed skin from the claw. She could see scratches, but he wasn't bleeding. His face looked like he got into an old fashion fist fight.

Liz leaned in to kiss him, then pulled back with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" She felt dread run up inside of her as she heard Kitty's voice tell her not to put herself in danger as it could get Peter seriously hurt. Now she had done just that.

Her brow furrowed in worry, Liz continued to look at Peter to make sure he wasn't injured more. "I'm sorry. I -"

Something fell to the ground from behind Peter and Liz stiffened, her eyes moving slowly from Peter's to where the sound came from.

'Madonna Inn' emerged first, then the head attached to it, and then the rest of the body. He glanced down at the pinned down Melki and then around. His voice was a stage whisper. "We should probably get out of here."

He gestured for them to follow them to the right.

"I'm fine," Peter reassures her. "I heal really fast, and I mean, I've gotten into bigger scrapes in junior high." He really doesn't want her to feel bad about this, because it's really not that bad in the grand scheme of things.

"Ask me about my fight with the Vulture later," he tells her, because maybe, eventually, he should give her a better idea of the danger he was in on a regular basis, so she knew that things like this were small potatoes in comparison.

It's only when Liz stops mid-sentence that Peter turns around, prepared to waylay yet another cat-person. But the person standing there isn't a Meiki; it's a mole-person. The same mole-person that helped him later.

Peter reaches out for Liz's hand and trails after the guy. "He helped me find you earlier," he quickly explains as he tries to keep pace with him.

Then to the mole-person: "Thank you. You really helped back there, and you -- you didn't need to."

Liz filed away 'The Vulture' for future conversation as she followed Peter's lead to follow the mole person. Peter's hand seemed warmer than normal, or maybe it was that she was even more aware of it right now. it was hard to tell.

The mole-boy shrugged. "I don't like the Whiskers... besides, you're from this place, right?" He points to his hat, then gestured to Liz's bag with the same logo. He stopped for a moment at the corner and looked around it before back at the two of them. "I'm Yetu. And, sorry about those guys. We're not used to uh..." Yetu looked over at Liz and might have blushed if he had cheeks that could do it and quickly went back to Peter because the male humans - as he had been told was their race - were easier to look at. "Well you're all smooth and squishy and pink and new and rare things go for a lot. And you two are young."

Liz had no idea how to react to that at the moment and couldn't decide if that was a compliment or not, but it creeped her out nonetheless.

Yetu sighed. "Anyways, it's not all like that. You want to see a cool place? It's one of the best spots around here and I know a short cut."

Peter looks at Liz for her stamp of approval before he voices a solid yes or no. "You okay with that?" he asks. "We can always go back to the Inn and come back later, if you want." That was already a ton of excitement; he wouldn't blame her for wanting to go back. Especially since all the aliens here were being so weird about her.

That was a complicated question for Liz to answer since she had just been flung off a balcony and free climbed back up her boyfriend's web. She should have wanted to leave completely, but she supposed after fighting the Skins and all the other really weird and dangerous things she'd done back home in Roswell was setting her up for things like this. Maybe. But the biggest thing that made her want to stay was him. She wanted to spend time with Peter in more than one place. It felt like they were actually doing something together even if they already were doing things back home. It was different. This felt important, and special.

"I'm okay." She offered him a smile. "But, only if you're okay. You're the one who..." She gestured to his shirt, her smile turning a little meek.

Yetu stood there arms crossed, but he was admiring a little dangling Madonna Inn "M" that was hanging off the backpack's pull tab.

"Well, I'm okay," Peter says, gesturing to himself, his fingers grazing over the claw-like holes in his shirt. "But only if you're okay." His eyes narrow slightly on Liz, his brows furrowed with concern. "Are you -- are you really sure you're okay?"

That look made Liz's chest feel warm. She paused, then took a step closer to Peter, eyes on him the entire time, and slowly leaned in and gave him a long, slow kiss that lingered and pulled at their lips as she took a step back. Eyes back on him, she nodded. "I promise. As long as I'm with you, I'll go anywhere."

Peter's lips tug into a crooked, awkward smile -- the kind of smile that's trying to hide how happy someone is, but failing miserably at it. Peter's always had a hard time hiding his feelings, and this is no exception; it's clear that Liz's words have really touched him.

"Sure," he tells the mole-person. "We'll go. But, uh -- what's this great place you're taking us to?"

Peter likes a surprise as much as the next person, but given everything that just happened... it might be a good idea to know in advance, just so they're prepared for whatever might happen there.

For his part, Yetu had his eyes, or rather, goggles covered with his eyes when they kissed. When Peter seemed to speak to him, he peaks out from his stubby fingers tentatively before letting his arms drop to the side. "The hub. Really pretty. You can do more of ... that." He made a small face like a child talking about their parents kissing and gestured to them. "There's these gardens. Really pretty. Flowers that glow."

Liz looked over to Peter, letting him make the final decision. "Really pretty." She said it with a smile since Yetu seemed to really want them to understand it was pretty.

"Yeah, sure," Peter says to Yetu. "I'm Peter." He hesitates, then extends a hand down to Yetu to shake. He wasn't sure if this was going to be offensive culturally, but Yetu seems to understand that they're recent arrivals, and probably would be less likely to take offense.

"That's how we introduce ourselves where we're from," he explains.

"Oh," Yetu says, obviously pleased at this new knowledge. He extends a hand up to Liz to shake. "And you? Your name?"

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