((OOC: This takes place before May and Hiro bodyswap, I'm just getting her out of the bedroom. I figure she'll get her memories back a few minutes before they swap. OKAY, I DON'T THINK ANYONE'S IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM AND IF YOU ARE, YOU'RE DISTRACTED AND NEVER SAW HER. XD))
Sleep didn't come easily to May. The few hours she got were plagued by vague and fuzzy dreams, flashes of images, faceless people, scenes that didn't seem to have any connection except for all the spiders. It was around 4 in the morning when she woke up again and gave up trying to sleep.
She wrote a quick note for her roommates, not wishing to disturb them or worry them unnecessarily before slipping out of the room, taking her backpack with her. The events of the past day or so were still nagging at her. She'd ripped off a metal door with her bare hands, walked on walls, woke up on the ceiling - what was she? Her belongings didn't seem out of the ordinary; what if she was some kind of lab rat who'd been normal before she became someone's science experiment? What if the experiment was still going on, and she might... change even more?
Somehow, she found herself in the laundry room, which was fortunately empty. May set her pack down on top of the dryer and started picking through the contents, looking for further clues. There wasn't much, really; the wallet and ID and photo didn't tell her much more than she'd already figured out. There wasn't anything in them that explained her weird abilities.
Now the metal bracelets... those were another story.
She slipped one on thoughtfully, studying it for a moment. In the chaos of the day, she'd completely forgotten about the discovery she'd made earlier: the trigger, when pressed, discharged some sort of sticky fluid. Like a spiderweb.
Wait. Spider web. Dreaming of giant spiders. That just couldn't be coincidental.
As she stared at the bracelet, trying to piece everything together, the air suddenly became heavy, and her mind fogged - then cleared just as abruptly as the memories flooded back, so fast and so much that she nearly fell over from the shock. She staggered and caught herself on the dryer, shaking her head to clear it. Now she remembered. And here she was, sitting in the middle of the cafeteria playing with her web-shooters where anyone could see! Good thing she hadn't dug out her Spider-Girl mask earlier. Her costume was gone, but the mask was still stuffed in the inside zipper pocket of her backpack. Explaining that plus the web-shooters? Hoo-boy. I really dodged a bullet that time.
Of course, she discovered a few seconds later, she'd just completely jinxed herself.
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[Mayday] How to invite Murphy's Law... (take 2)
Date: 2007-05-25 05:49 pm (UTC)Sleep didn't come easily to May. The few hours she got were plagued by vague and fuzzy dreams, flashes of images, faceless people, scenes that didn't seem to have any connection except for all the spiders. It was around 4 in the morning when she woke up again and gave up trying to sleep.
She wrote a quick note for her roommates, not wishing to disturb them or worry them unnecessarily before slipping out of the room, taking her backpack with her. The events of the past day or so were still nagging at her. She'd ripped off a metal door with her bare hands, walked on walls, woke up on the ceiling - what was she? Her belongings didn't seem out of the ordinary; what if she was some kind of lab rat who'd been normal before she became someone's science experiment? What if the experiment was still going on, and she might... change even more?
Somehow, she found herself in the laundry room, which was fortunately empty. May set her pack down on top of the dryer and started picking through the contents, looking for further clues. There wasn't much, really; the wallet and ID and photo didn't tell her much more than she'd already figured out. There wasn't anything in them that explained her weird abilities.
Now the metal bracelets... those were another story.
She slipped one on thoughtfully, studying it for a moment. In the chaos of the day, she'd completely forgotten about the discovery she'd made earlier: the trigger, when pressed, discharged some sort of sticky fluid. Like a spiderweb.
Wait. Spider web. Dreaming of giant spiders. That just couldn't be coincidental.
As she stared at the bracelet, trying to piece everything together, the air suddenly became heavy, and her mind fogged - then cleared just as abruptly as the memories flooded back, so fast and so much that she nearly fell over from the shock. She staggered and caught herself on the dryer, shaking her head to clear it. Now she remembered. And here she was, sitting in the middle of the cafeteria playing with her web-shooters where anyone could see! Good thing she hadn't dug out her Spider-Girl mask earlier. Her costume was gone, but the mask was still stuffed in the inside zipper pocket of her backpack. Explaining that plus the web-shooters? Hoo-boy. I really dodged a bullet that time.
Of course, she discovered a few seconds later, she'd just completely jinxed herself.