Life outside the diamond is a wrench

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

Today, the sensoriums are decked out like a baseball field, enshrouded in conifers. A storm rumbles overhead and while there may not be any vampires hanging around, Supermassive Black Hole could quite possibly be playing in the background. And Peter Parker, decked out in a Meatship Mets jersey, could quite possibly be dancing his way up to the plate.

"... and now Parker steps up to bat," he commentates peppily to himself, "It's been a tough start to the season for the young Forest Hills leadoff. The coaches are attributing his bad form to an unfortunate case of abduction but at only twenty one, he's certainly got pluck."

From the mound a pitching machine groans into life and spits out its first ball. There's a resounding crack as he drives the ball squarely down centerfield, his spider-strength powering the ball way off into the trees.

"We caught up with Parker after the game for a few words on his magnificent opening punt post-game." he continues, "'Well, what can I say Kent? After the last few misfires we decided to keep play simple this time around. I just play to my strengths, Kent. I've got a good arm and as my uncle taught me, with great power comes great responsibility...'"

So, anyone up for a game of metabaseball? Somebody has to shut him up.

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[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn hears 'Supermassive Black Hole' echoing through the corridors of the meatship. She has to investigate now. There's really only one place it could be coming from, unless someone's picked up an iPod and speakers she doesn't know about, and she takes off at a sprint very brisk walk for the Sensoriums.

She pokes her head through the door the music's coming out of, taking in the thunderclouds and the music and the baseball field, and laughs quietly. "Oh, that's amazing."

... what? She saw the movie. Just to laugh at it. Honestly.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

And Peter only saw it because he empathises with girls who love men who sparkle. Not that he'd ever admit that to Tony.

He turns to the sound of her voice, and thinking she was referring to his home run, quips, "Thanks. I don't even work out."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"You don't sparkle, either." Wyn points out. "... not that I'm suggesting you start. OD'ed-on-glitter-lotion is not a good look for anyone." She enters the Sensorium and walks up to the fence behind home plate, plantsuit shifting into a pair of black skinny jeans and a bright blue t-shirt.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"It does seem a little conspicuous for vampires to go around leaving glitter snail-trails," he muses, swinging at the next ball, before offering her the bat, "I'm not sure who'd ever follow a glitter trail. A peckish Hansel and Gretel, I guess. You wanna go?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn nods. "Yeah, real vampires are much more subtle." Is that sarcasm? Probably. Wyn's only met one vampire, and he played up the Dracula thing for all it was worth. (He thought it was hilarious. Other people were a bit less amused.)

"I don't know how." she says, hands in her pockets. "I was just investigating."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Heeeeeeeeeeeey Batter, batter, batter, batter, swing, batter! He can't hit, he can't hit, he can't hit, he can't hit, swing, batter!"

Jaime'd climbed on top of the dugout with a box of crackerjacks.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

... Just as Peter misses his latest pitch. He drops the bat and flips Jaime a facetious look.

"No mid-tempo Disney pop on my pitch! It puts me off my game. You have to sing something, at least make it 'Say Hey Willy Mays'!"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"The entire point is to put you off your game," Jaime points out. "That's what the fine art of heckling is all about. But you don't like Disney? I think I remember some Hannah Banana songs--my sister watches those shows like every day, and thus they're permanently, and painfully, imprinted on my consciousness."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm cool with Disney as longs as the animals still talk, it's just those mouseketeers freak me out."

Of course, he's forgotten the pitching machine is still running, and a ball bounces soggily off the side of his head. He gingerly puts a hand to it.

"Was Hannah Banana in Bananarama? Was it like some freak coincidence that they were all called Banana and so they formed a band based on that name? Because that would be awesome."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime winces sympathetically when the ball conks Spidey, but the dude's still standing--and talking. He figures he has superpowers, with that get up, so maybe it didn't really hurt him that much.

"I have no idea. All I remember is vaguely wishing for a rusty coat hanger to poke my ear-drums out while I was curled on a fetal position on the floor. Like, a half hour of every day was a total blank, where I'd wake up after having my brain blinded with pain and bad writing, and then have the vague desire to sell my soul to the mouse."

[thetruemsmarvel.livejournal.com]

"Oh it's so good to hear that sweet snarky voice." She leans against the dug out, in her own baseball uniform. The hat twirling on her finger as she watches Peter. He looked happier than the last time she saw him, but it was probably because he didn't have to worry about so much here.

"Hope you don't mind if I crash your little ball game Spidey. Figured it was time I saw the other Avenger on board."

[stickyboots]

Happier, maybe. A little more boyish, definitely. He tries very hard to quash the squee at finally running into someone on this damn ship that he actually recognises.

After a tiny yelp, he regains composure and tosses her the bat, "Carol, with flattery like that I'd let you crash my bike. Into me."

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

She catches the bat easily and shoves the hat onto her head, causing her hair to be pushed back from her face.

"You're in rather good spirits. Not that I'm complaining about that. You always do have a more optimistic look on life. More than the rest of us." She shouldered the bat, and placed a hand on her hip. Giving him a flirty smile.

"You still owe me a date, by the way."

[stickyboots]

Double take. Bwuuuuuuuuuh?! Stay cool, Iceman.

"Only 'cause if I don't offer the comic relief this place would be deader than the audience at one of Eddie Murphy's more recent efforts."

He scratches his head the back of his head nervously.

"I'm sorry, but when was this asking out of you, and had I just been rough-housing with the Hulk?"

Not the most tactful of moves there, Iceman.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"You were helping me get some important information. No Hulk, or any psychical or mental damage." She frowned a bit. This wasn't sounding good. "Oh I see. Trying to worm your way out of it huh? Well Parker, it's not going to work. Not on me."

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

Loren was going to call up something very similar but when she saw the field she walked closer. She didn't say anything right away, just watched, arms folded over her chest, grinning a little.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

He fails to notice her right away, and continues to blab ad-infinitum to himself.

"... What do you have to say about the remarks from critics that you're one of, if not the best player that baseball has ever seen? 'You know, Kent, I just came out here to play. It's what I love and I think that has a lot to do with my sporting success. A lot of it comes down to the support of coach and the rest of the gang, I'm just glad I can go out there and give the fans something they'll enjoy...'"

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

Loren covered her mouth with her hand but a giggle escaped anyway. "Sorry." She quickly added.

[stickyboots]

Peter turns, ever so slightly startled, "Hey, don't laugh at Kent! He's a well respected sports journalist!"

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

"I bet. Nice hit, by the way. I don't think I've ever hit the ball that far."

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert grins as he investigates the noise. This, he can relate to. He steps out onto the field and stretches before Sensorium-ing himself up a baseball glove.

"Good choice of game."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"The best," Peter replies, swinging the bat over his shoulder, "Unless we're counting the Skrull version of Guess Who."

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert wills a ball into his hand as he steps up onto the pitching mound. He smiles, pausing to toss the thing up and down.

"Never heard of 'em." He glances towards home plate and grins. "I used to have a pretty mean fastball. I wonder if I still have it."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"They cheat, big time."

Peter taps the bat to the plate, shifts his weight from foot to foot and tries a couple of test swings.

"Alright, you're Barnes Wallis and I'm the Ruhr. Hit me."

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert grins.

"You asked for it."

He straightens, reaching up to run his fingers over the brim of the Red Sox cap that has appeared on his head during the conversation. He winds up, glances at first to check the non-existent runner, then hurls a fastball directly over home plate.