http://puny-parker.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-01-17 06:23 am

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The location? Shea Stadium, circa late 90's. Two innings in, Mets down by two and up to bat. The occupant? Well, it was mostly filled with a semi-decent crown of fake people, but the only member of the crew currently watching the game was the younger Peter Parker.

The current score didn't really concern Peter. Plenty of time left in game to get back, and the game itself was kind of secondary. He was mostly there to reconnect with himself after the mess that was Fairplay, and what better way than the place where he learned one of the other key lessons that made him who he was.

Still, he didn't mind if anyone else decided to watch the game.

[identity profile] nottheglamour.livejournal.com 2011-01-17 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey. Now this is more like it!" Hear that voice, Peter?

[identity profile] nottheglamour.livejournal.com 2011-01-17 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"No, not really," she came down and sat next to him, settling in comfortably. She loved a good sports game. Putting her feet up on the chair in front of her, she casually said, "Spill the beans."

[identity profile] nottheglamour.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Mary Jane looked to Peter with a look of confusion and worry, before turning back to the game, and letting out a resigned sigh. She looked at her hands on her knees, thinking back to the last time Peter had gotten incredibly upset. "He's prone to do that. As much as he cracks jokes and swings on a web."

[identity profile] ladyofthread.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She had been drawn in by the sounds -- what kind of recreation was this? At home, she didn't really have much time to take in sporting events, nor were they really that popular. So Sandry decided that today, she would watch this strange game and figure out how to play. It looked simple enough -- hitting a ball with a bat and then running the bases. But she knew there had to be more to it.

"So...what exactly are they doing?" Sandry asked no one in particular. Hopefully, at least someone would know the answer.

[identity profile] ladyofthread.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, could you? I've never played before. Or watched!" Sandry stared at the field intently. One player was running towards third base, and she leaned forward, trying to understand.

[identity profile] ladyofthread.livejournal.com 2011-01-24 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Sandry." She grinned at the boy. The sports in this world were certainly interesting. At home, she had never had time to enjoy sporting events, nor were there many this big. Most were just children's games.

"So where is this place? The place we're sitting in, I mean."

[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who's winning?"

A grinning green face plopped himself down in a seat next to Peter with a "#1" Foam hand on his head like a hat and a tub of nachos.

[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Booo." Responded the Changling offering the nachos to Peter, "Great idea though, I haven't seen a baseball game in forever! Like, last time the Titans and I had to win a baseball game against a bunch of criminals."

[identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah I heard a little of that, you guys had a pretty rough go huh?" He crunched away keeping his eyes on the field thinking back to the games he and the Titans used to watch in Jump City.

[identity profile] godbydefinition.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Having left the city (for once), it was only mild curiosity that caused him to stop by the Sensoriums as well, while he was out. Still, it was not anything he had been expecting-- he knew of the game, from his time on Earth, but it was nothing that he had paid much heed to, in general.

"... baseball," he commented idly, as he stepped through the stands, watching closely for who it was that was part of the 'crew' in there.
windyellow: (Looking Out)

[personal profile] windyellow 2011-01-21 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey dude." Dustin gave a slight wave but otherwise was mostly quiet, and for Dustin this unusual in and of himself. "What's up?"
windyellow: (Amazed)

[personal profile] windyellow 2011-01-21 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Dustin took a seat nearby Peter, and gazed at the game slightly. "Me too. Man, there's nothing like baseball. Haven't seen you in awhile, dude." A thought came to Dustin slowly as he watched a player get a strike.

"Pete, you been keeping an eye on the omnicomms lately?"
windyellow: (Looking Out)

[personal profile] windyellow 2011-01-21 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Dustin nodded. "Yeah. I mean even if you don't want to go to the class, you could learn something by watching the students."