date: 08/17 mid-afternoon. un: g.stacy

[hibana_incursa]

Couple questions for everyone;

First: Who here has heard of the Voidtrain? If you haven't, I probably hate you to some degree out of jealousy. There were some great moments on that train, and I've met some awesome people, but I could have done without finding myself on a train traveling through the void, with people telling me I forgot my training and signed up to be there.

Not fun. Like...at all.

Second: Who here is used to traveling the multiverse and do you have any fun stories about that at all?

Third: Who has new information about this place that isn't anything Jerry the Maker of Awesome Cookies told us? Because I'd like to figure out why I'm here. There's always a reason. It can't be 'the multiverse decided to give you that vacation you and your fellow Void-travelers have been screaming for.' Things just aren't that easy.

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[hibana_incursa]

You just gave a teenager carte blanche in regards to the contents of your fridge. A teenager with an intense metabolism, no less.

Once I get my first paycheck from Beach Beats, I'm paying you back.

And don't worry about the bump; it'll be gone soon. I'm not too fussed about it.

See you soon.

[ There's a note left on the fridge at home, telling Peter and May where she'll and what time to expect her home. And while Gwen usually uses high buildings and webbing to get around? There are no high buildings. Frustrating, sure! But she'll manage.

It's about a half hour before Gwen is knocking on Anne's door. She knows. Anne said come right in. But her mother is posthumously poking her about manners. And dad is somewhere wanting to give Gwen a Stranger Danger talk.

She's knocking, anyway, looking the very picture of a punk princess. There might even have been a touch-up of the side-shave/undercut Miles was responsible for, and that is some vibrant and new pink and blue dye at the ends of her hair. ]

action;

[adreamtorise]

[When the knock comes, it's answered immediately--too quickly, like she was already there. The figure on the other side is...not a punk princess, but clashes a little with the overall 'blonde bombshell' look she has about her. The mane of soft golden waves and curls is tied back in a loose ponytail, the slim, voluptuous figure is clad in acid washed Daisy Dukes and an oversized Aerosmith t-shirt, and the delicately lovely features are free of any trace of make up.

Her first act is to step forward and runs a hand over her hair, brushing it off her forehead to inspect what's left of the bump with a motherly cluck of her tongue.]

Poor baby! Awww...all right! Kitchen, food, scoot!

[She ushers Gwen into the house with a grin, steering her towards the kitchen.]

My fridge can handle you, sweetie--you're not the only one with an intense metabolism, as you put it. Now, be right back with a little something extra for the bump.

[And if Gwen raids her fridge, Anne isn't kidding: she's stocked to feed an incredibly small army, but an army nonetheless.]