Sunday in the park [Open]

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

It was a little easier living on the ship after spending at least a month in full upon it. It also helped that she knew Peter was nearby, in case something happened. Not that the ol' girl couldn't take care of herself. It just helped soothe the nerves to know that her only friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was close by in case she got into whatever kind of situation she could get caught in on Stacy.

But what also helped things was the City. It wasn't New York, and it wasn't in the best of shape, but it had its sentimental merits. Mary Jane spent most of her mornings jogging through the streets to keep up her exercise regime, and her afternoons perhaps sitting in the park, writing in her journal her experiences aboard the ship.

And right now, that was where Mary Jane was. She was in the park, sitting on her favorite bench, sketching out a playground in her journal. She had lately started to think that, perhaps with the amount of children aboard the ship, that a playground should be built for their use. Not to mention the park could use some management and flowers...

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[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy Walker was all kinds of happy just then. Not that anyone could blame her. After a long, weird game of flirt-and-seek with Daimon, they had finally gotten together.

At least on a physical level.

Although, Daimon had told Patsy in no uncertain terms that he also cared very deeply for her, in a romantic sort of way. And she highly doubted that that was the sort of thing that Daimon would say to get into a girl's plantpants. After all, he was a good man, despite being Satan's son.

So, Patsy was in the park, enjoying the whatever-kind-of-air it was that they got on the meatship.

It was there that she ran into Mary Jane, drawing.

"Hi," she said, coming up to the pretty redhead. Redheads, in Patsy's book, were always awesome. Probably because she was on herself. "What are you drawing?"

Patsy didn't know Mary Jane, but the woman seemed to be nice enough. Patsy had never equated artistry with bad people in her mind.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

Mary Jane looked up to see her fellow redhead, and smiled, stopping her drawing to focus attention on the woman. "Hey yourself," she said brightly, smiling.

"Not too often you see many redheads aboard this ship."

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

"No, and its a darn shame. It seems like there are so many more back home in New York." She holds out her hand to Mary Jane. "I'm Patsy, by the way. Patsy Walker."

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"You're from New York as well? Hot diggity!" Mary Jane laughed and shook Patsy's hand. "Nice to meet you, Patsy. I'm Mary Jane Parker, but you can call me MJ."

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

"By way of a little place called Centerville, yes," Patsy chuckled. "It's a pleasure, MJ. Really. There aren't enough girls from our neck of the alternate realities here." She didn't know how right she was on that end, either.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"I've heard of it. Nice place." Mary Jane retracted her hand and folded her arms, smiling wryly. "You see more aliens and X-Men running around than honest New Yorkers, really. I almost expect Tony Stark to fly in and start commanding a make-shift Avengers."

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

If Patsy's grin had been big at hearing that Mary Jane was from New York, it was even wider now that she'd heard the words "X-Men" and "Avengers."

Except for the part about Tony Stark.

"What does Tony Stark have to do with the Avengers?" There was confusion on Patsy's face in regards to that.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"He practically runs them. Y'know? Star Towers. Iron Man. The works." It was common knowledge where she was from. Her husband, Peter, was even part of the Avengers.

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy's eyes grew wide. "Tony Stark is Iron Man?!" That, she didn't know. Where Patsy was from, she hadn't even been made a Defender yet. She'd pretty much just recently come into her powers and the Hellcat identity. "I didn't...I mean, I'm friends with some of the Avengers - like Beast - but I didn't ever know..."

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

A loud crack and a yelp might catch her attention as a child fell from one of the trees and landed with a heavy thud.

Maybe a playground wouldn't be such a bad idea at all.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

Mary Jane quickly dropped her book and pen at the sound of the crack, whipping her head to the sound, and then getting up and rushing over to Sandy's side. "Sandy! Are you all right?" She helped the girl to her feet, dusting the dirt off from her shoulders.

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy had at some point turned to stone during the fall and shifted back once she realized someone was helping her, "I think so?" She asked more then answered and checked herself out from top to bottom. She reached up to the back of her head and winced pulling away a small rock, her fingers and the tip marked with blood. The rock looked chipped though. She must have landed on it while her head was made of stone.

"Thought that branch looked stronger." She noted with dismay at the now broken branch.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

Mary Jane pulled a cloth from her pocket and put it against the back of Sandy's head. "So you tried to climb it?"

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy winced gently as the cut was touched, "Seemed like the thing to do?" She remarked sheepishly now looking at the broken branch. "Guess not."

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"Now, this will be a good example that I can use in my pitch for a playground." She held the cloth at the wound, checking to see if there was too much blood. "Maybe we should take you to the medic, kiddo."

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

"I'm OK!" she insisted sounding worried suddenly, "I don't need to go to the doctor I promise see?" She poked herself and managed to hold back a wince.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

MJ sighed, bending over to put one hand on Sandy's shoulder, and better hold the cloth against Sandy' wound. "Come on. You might need a couple stitches, or just some disinfectant, but you don't want to leave that untended or it could get infected."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Having spent so much time in the Sensoriums and media library, for the most part it's taken months for Eva to really get it through her head that there's an entire city to explore outside those areas. It's so easy to get lost in all the smaller adventures, either through memory and imagination or though art and literature.

She sees a face that might be familiar on a park bench, and decides on stopping by and saying hello. "You're one of the people who signed up for book club, right?" she asks as she approaches.

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

Mary Jane looked up at the person and smiled, stopping her hand and pen. "That'd be me. You're Eva, right?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"The one and only. At least, as far as the ship goes. And if I was looking at the right spot on the omnicomm, I'd take it you're Mary Jane?" She leans to see the journal. "What're you drawing?"

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"You'd take it right!" MJ chuckled. She lifted up her journal so Eva could see. "Just some plans for a playground I want built in the park. Y'know. For all the kids on the ship to play on."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a playground! That's actually a fantastic idea. At least all the kids can be breaking their faces open in the same place," she says with a laugh. She has a kid, grown now, so she knows all about the injuries that can be incurred on even the safest of playgrounds. "No merry-go-rounds, at least. That's begging for missing teeth."

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"Ah yes. The dangerous merry-go-round. I remember teeth in the bark on the playground in the good ol' days." MJ smirked. "I'm gonna need some help pitching the idea to everyone else and getting a crew together. Wanna jump on in?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

A smirk? Oh, Eva likes her already. "Absolutely. I don't know if I can be much help in the design phase but I could tell some fantastic horror stories about which structures to avoid."

[nottheglamour.livejournal.com]

"Which is going to be incredibly important when we pitch the plan to the big cheeses up there on that council, right?" She flipped through the pages of her journal until she came to a certain one of a general New York park playground structure.

"I was thinking something like this, but something soft to cushion the fall, you know?"