we will never be a nuclear family

[incywincyhero]

WHO: The Spider-Family, and friends!
WHERE: A house in Bed-Stuy, soon to be the SPIDER-HAUS.
WHEN: All day Sunday!
WARNINGS: Spider-Shenanigans.
SUMMARY: The Spider-Family movies into their new home.
FORMAT: Quick, then whatever!

[The new residence of some 70% of the City's spider-themed populace is an unprepossessing little house in Brooklyn. Or not so little, what with six bedrooms and a basement apartment, but it has that down-home vibe to it that Peter hadn't even realized he'd been missing in the MAC until he signed the lease papers.

Peter is the first one to arrive today, since he wanted to unlock all the doors and turn on all the utilities before eight -- no, seven -- teenagers come crashing in. After hauling in the boxes and bags he brought with him in the rental car (which presciently includes two grocery sacks full of snacks: see above note re: teenagers), he retrieves himself a coke and goes out to sit on the front stoop, waiting for everyone else to come swinging in.]

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MEET AND GREET

[incywincyhero]

[Show up, haul in your stuff, meet housemates you haven't met before and argue over who gets which bedroom!

And just so we're clear, Peter's not sharing.]

[remake]

[ When Miles shows up, he doesn't have much stuff on him. He already managed to squish most of his clothes into his backpack, and apart from that, he's just got a couple other boxes with the stuff he's collected in his month-ish of being in the City. He'll let pretty much anybody talk him into whatever room, both because he's a bit intimidated by a house full of people who have been doing the Spider thing way longer than he has, and because.

Well. It's automatically going to be better than the tiny 3-person dorms at his Charter school, where one of the people doesn't know his secret identity. ]

[secondhandwebs]

[In an odd twist of fate, the girl that should be allowed no where near a cooking appliance is stocking up the fridge and cabinets in the kitchen (hey, having a cousin who can teleport all their junk straight into the room has it's advantages) when she catches the mini-spider passing by.]

Hey, did you see a 'kitchen' box anywhere? We are disturbingly silverwearless.

[remake]

[ Miles stops in his tracks, trying to figure out for a long second which Spider person he's talking to. There are so many of them here. ] --N-no. [ His lips pull down in a frown, though, and he glances around at the chaos of their new house. He's adopted a sort of perpetual state of borderline nervousness about everything. ] Where have you looked already?

[prydes]

[ Well, Kitty was there.

She knew almost everyone that was there too, so she was just going to stand around and, you know, do nothing. Just smile a bit.

And look for easy exits. ]

[incywincyhero]

Hey, Kitty! I'm glad you decided to hook up with us. Or maybe you were just tired of the MAC, huh?

[The joke falls flat, because hello awkward. Of all the people Peter's met from the other universe, Kitty is the only one he knew of but didn't really know in his own.]

[prydes]

I'm glad to be here too, it was getting too weird to live alone.

[ She won't comment on it because this is Peter, or some Peter, but anyway, she wants to make nice with him. ]

You're really great for doing this for us all, though.

[bedeviledspider]

[ There's a pillar of smoke and fire. Then, there is Reilly, standing in the middle of it. Looking around desperately for a familiar face. Or at least one that's not staring at him like he's a freak. ]

[secondhandwebs]

You're on smoke detector disable duty. Calling it now.

[bedeviledspider]

[ Aaaand the alarm starts going off... now. SIGH. ]

All right, all right. I'm on it.

EMERGENCY SHOPPING RUN

[incywincyhero]

[You know, just for some incidentals. Like furniture. That kind of thing. Lucky there's an IKEA in Brooklyn, eh?]

[bedeviledspider]

[ Reilly is looking around, arms crossed, with a very serious expression on his face. ]

...We're going to need a bigger bookshelf.

Or two.

[incywincyhero]

[Peter's scratching his head.]

You're not wrong, but bookshelves are pretty easy to improvise. Beds, on the other hand...

[bedeviledspider]

[ Reilly rolls his eyes. ]

Can't we just make them sleep on the couches? It'll, uh... be good for their character?

UNPACKING AND SETTLING IN

[incywincyhero]

[Why don't these furniture assembly instructions have any words?]

[redheaded]

[ MJ could not be happier that she, at the very least, didn't need to use this bookshelf for anything too important—or too soon. You know, at least it wasn't a bed. Then again, how would she know? It didn't even look like a bookshelf.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of her newly-acquired bedroom, Mary Jane has haphazardly (though with her own sense of organization, alright?!) strewn the particle board pieces of her future bookshelf on the floor to study. She's holding the instructions in hand, flipping through her wordless little book of pictures and working to decipher their meaning. It isn't too hard, but it's getting late, so her deduction skills here are not entirely up to standard.

The door is propped open as she gets on her hands and knees to search around for her screwdriver, determined to find her starting point—though she's glancing up at the open hallway every once in a while to catch fellow housemates' eyes and give them a combination of a grin and a pout as she works. ]

[prydes]

You got that covered?

[ Kitty is just going to hover behind her and look how she fares. Unless she wants help. ]

[redheaded]

[ MJ looks up when she hears that voice and she grins a little bit, though her expression changes quickly enough into one of frustration at her task. ]

Some of the boards are too long for me on my own, I think—really unwieldy, you know?

[bedeviledspider]

[ Don't be alarmed by the periodic appearances and disappearances of Reilly Tyne, folks! He's just teleporting in stuff. In his case, that includes a ton of books, juuuuuust about to fall out of his arms. ]

[remake]

[ Instinctively, Miles gets up on his toes to push lightly at the top books, hopefully to stop them from toppling forward and starting an avalanche. ] Hey, want me to take some...?

[bedeviledspider]

No, that's fine, I- I've got it, I swear I... [ Because fumbling to keep them from spilling onto Miles' head is proof positive of that! With a heavy sigh and a small, reluctant smile: ]

You know what? Actually, that'd be great.

PIZZA PARTY

[incywincyhero]

[It's well-earned.]

[bedeviledspider]

[ Is it ever. Reilly has practically glued himself into the chair farthest from the group, quietly chowing down a large plate of pizza. ]

[secondhandwebs]

[May has a feeling Peter will be burning more calories thanks to stress than anything in this house, but she's more than happy to snag a piece and take a (spider-style) seat on the wall with a sigh.]

I'm never moving again.

[incywincyhero]

[Peter is sprawled in one of their new chairs, legs splayed forwards, head tilted back, and arm thrown across his forehead.]

I think my quota's definitely filled for the next decade.

... Can someone shove a pizza box in this general direction?