stacyexperiment: (back to you)
Yesterday Gwen had had her little freakout. Today she was fine. This was not repression or ignoring her problems or anything, either. She was just okay now that she got it out of her system.

In fact, today she had a project. She'd been thinking for a while that she wanted to paint her room because "student dorm" was a boring look, so this afternoon she'd gone to the store and gotten some paint, ripped apart some trash bags to cover her stuff, opened the door and window for ventilation, and started painting the walls of her room black.

Shhh no one tell her this was probably a bad idea.


[Open door, open post! Usual work SP warning in effect!]
stacyexperiment: (blah)
Gwen had had a great time at the party- which was still really weird to her because these people were freakishly unterrible so far and did they know teenagers are horrible by defintion?- but when she got back to her room she sank right into a mood. She'd like to think she was handling the strange and messed-up stuff here pretty well, but she was getting the impression that she was going to see way worse than she had this weekend. She was going to have to worry about invasions and gremlins and the possibility of trading in her parts or thinking she was someone else, and this particular former dead girl didn't even want to touch everything involved with the evil murder carnival. It'd been an okay couple weeks, but now she was getting nervous and freaked out.

So she went back to her room, and had a little cry. She didn't even know about what, exactly, it was just a thing that needed to happen. Maybe it was being worried about what else might happen, maybe it was dealing with Fandom's shitty sense of humor already, maybe she was just scared that if she told Aunt May what this place was really like she'd want to take Gwen away and then she'd be a burden all over again as they figured out what to do with her.

When she calmed down, she picked up her phone and stared at it for a while. If Aunt May could handle what Peter dealt with all the time, Gwen dealing with the occasional problem in Fandom couldn't be too terrible. Besides, when Gwen either called or texted every day, if something was up, she wasn't going to be able to keep lying about it forever. So she dialed the number.

"Hey, it's me again. Sorry it's late, but do you have a minute to talk?"

[Had to do it eventually. Establishy.]
stacyexperiment: (look up)
There wasn't much about this town that wasn't seriously weird, but the bonus of living with someone with superpowers (and herself being someone who came back from the dead as a Carnage monster but whatever) was that the people Gwen told couldn't think she was too crazy. Sure, there was an alternate universe Johnny Storm here and it rained fish sometimes and there were people from the past and other planets, but how was that any weirder than what she'd been through? Plus she was sending updates and assurances that she was safe and everything was okay and no, she hadn't threatened anybody yet.

And since she had a room to herself- something that was really cool right now but would probably get boring soon- Gwen was spending the evening rearranging the room the way she wanted it. And since she was one girl trying to move desks and beds together, she was not having a fun time, but these things had to be done.

She wondered if she was allowed to paint the walls...

[Open door, open post!]
stacyexperiment: (not best pleased)
Gwen was pretty sure she wasn't invited on this "night out on the town" thing as some sort of consolation for not being allowed to return to school on account of being dead, but it felt that way. And then terrible, terrible things happen. )

[NFB, NFI obviously, OOC okay. From Ultimatum, because let's come to Fandom with even more trauma.]
stacyexperiment: (okay)
Trading one Marvel comics girl for another, apparently. Meet Gwen Stacy, of Ultimate Spider-Man.

the canon )

about gwen )
stacyexperiment: (phone)
"Hey, it's Gwen. Do people even still leave voicemails? Just text me."

*beep*