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M A N S I O N

It took MJ approximately one day to take Wonderland by storm.

It took less than that to appropriate its closets and all the wonders it can retrieve.

It took her about a week to discover the palm pilot this spooky place gifted her with -- a device that had just been released in her world, and she could never afford -- brought with it a treasure trove of emojis, youtube videos, and a full season of The Bachelorette.

Oh, and if anyone asks, her favorite snapchat filter is the flower halo. Duh.

And finally, it took her a month to open her very own nightclub. Apparently, there already was one, but this gal has needs that not even the devil himself can meet. Themed parties, disco nights, and even karaoke: MJ's got you covered. She's the hostest with the mostest, and if you ever come by, she'll greet you with a killer smile and every intention that you have fun. Wonderland is way too depressing for her tastes.

"What can I do ya for?"

W I L D C A R D

pick your own adventure! mj rolls with anything.

Edited 2017-05-29 00:49 (UTC)

( OOC: I MEAN I AM FINE. i am calm. HI. i hope this is okay! ;o; )

The thing is- Thanks to the impossibilities and magics of Wonderland, Peter recognized Mary Jane when she arrived. During the Event when people were getting insight into other worlds, alternate universes, he saw a redhead in it who looks like her. He hadn't been certain they were the same person at first (likely, maybe not the same version of the same person because she's older than the one he saw), but then she said his name, and he knew. In some universes, in some versions of his life, she's in it, which complicates everything further.

Not in a bad way.

Just in a what-the-hell-do-i-do way? What's the right thing to do and how much should he say if anything especially when he hasn't met her yet in his own universe yet. Alternate universes are so weird and complicated, and Peter's not good at the average, normal social situation. He does feel a strong sense of attachment to her after watching a version of her steal a truck to try to save him and cry over him (and also they kissed), and-

It means he wouldn't ordinarily show up at a nightclub, but he's here anyway to like see how she's doing and stuff which she's doing fine obviously. She has this handled. He watches she hands the person on the other side of the bar a drink. And. He waves from his spot.

Yep, got this social interaction thing down.

OOC: it's perfect! <3

Oh.

Him.

Mary Jane saunters her way over. One can almost see how comically large her personality is based on the way she moves alone, never once trying to shrink herself. She has a lot of feelings about what Wonderland has done with Not!Peter Parker. Because clearly, if Peter Parker doesn't know Mary Jane Watson, he must not be the Peter Parker. Except that's just something she tells herself to feel better.

She's always had an Issue with being unmemorable. Forgotten. Her ambitions for Broadway stardom are partly fueled to prove to the world that she matters, that she's good enough, someone consequential. And here Wonderland is, rendering her inconsequential to someone that's become pretty darn important to her. Once she reaches that someone's side, she plants a hand on her hip.

"Hello, Jeter."

What? A fake Peter deserves a fake name, and she comes up with a new one every time she sees him. "Here to check up on little old me?"

Because she is fine. EverYTHING IS FINE.

Edited 2017-05-31 22:52 (UTC)

Peter grimaces and clears his throat, sliding his hand behind his neck as he lifts his gaze up to meet her own. She has these really expressive, intense eyes, and they make him trip a bit despite trying to be disgruntled.

"It's Peter." Never mind this is something Mary Jane already knows. He's just not the Peter Parker that she knew before (He's not the Peter Parker in those comics and movies that everyone loves either. He's not- He's just not. "I might be checking up on you."

He plays with the glass of water on the table in front of him.

"Is that a crime?"

Mary Jane almost can't help it.

A flustered Peter is an entertaining Peter. Gwen's death may have been the start of some growth on her part, but there's still a long way to go before Mary Jane can call herself a real girl. And some things come a little too naturally, and those things usually lend themselves to a flustered Peter.

Win-win.

"Checking up or checking out? The music's loud and I can't hear you, tiger." She leaaaaaaaans forward, elbows propped against the counter. "Neither is a crime, so you can rest easy."

Peter slides a hand behind his neck as he feels his own face flush. The music's loud, but he's fully capable of hearing her over top of it with all those super senses in gear. He could pretend he didn't hear her except he's no good at pretending when his face feels slightly so warm.

He clears his throat as his gaze darts up to meet hers.

Her eyes are very green. A smile tugs across his face as he offers (only slightly stumbling):

"If it's not a crime, then maybe we just leave it a mystery y'know- which one I'm doing."

~~It's both~~.

Edited 2017-06-13 16:55 (UTC)

[ noora has never been against parties, as long as those parties weren't thrown by sexist douchebags looking to perpetuate their misogynistic and opportunist endeavors, particularly with the entirety of her russ bus. so. hvorfor ikke? she thought, when she heard about this one. perhaps she could meet some people. (perhaps she could through some miracle see someone she knows.)

she's here at this one, for so many reasons other than that she'd rather not touch in the meantime. very, very intentionally and very carefully, embracing the surrealism and familiarity in getting ready, noora chose a bold and brazen red lip paired with a blue, high-collared sweater to wear to this outing. (both are very close to what she owns back home in an unsettling way, but that's something she's also come to take weird comfort in this past month in wonderland.)

idly and absently, noora plays with her phone in the middle of the festivities, her wide eyes taking everything in, scanning the room with unparalleled hope for a known face. she jumps a little at the sound of a girl's voice, unsurprisingly speaking english (doesn't everyone here?) and looks at her way. ] Hva? [ the startled word pops out of her mouth before she can think to translate it; noora shakes her head and instead smiles, somewhat tightly out of awkwardness, in response to the friendly question and loud personality before her. when she speaks again, it's well but with an unmistakable scandinavian accent. ] Hi. Ah, I'm fine. [ you can do better than that, sætre. what would sana do? ] Is this your party?

Edited 2017-06-10 20:29 (UTC)

( people tend to have their misconceptions. people tend to have a lot of them.

mj's used to it, used to people determining who she is and her sense of worth based on her behavior or appearance. the fact she wants to be a model and an actress -- the fact she's proud of that -- only adds more fuel to the fire. she's a floozy, she's an airhead, she's flighty and shallow; more often than not they're descriptors she wears like badges of honor. she's been on the receiving end of way too many unsolicited attentions to not be aware of the vulnerable situations girls like noora (girls like herself) can land in at a club.

it's why she has a superhero or two that she trusts on call. it's why there's a laminated sheet pasted in the bathroom stalls with secret codes they can use by ordering certain drinks, should they ever feel unsafe. and it's why she is the first one to punch a fothermucker on the face if she determines that they deserve it.

if something disgusting is happening in wonderland, it won't be in the spaces she claims. )

Yep! It's not opening night, but it's still new to Wonderland. Anyone that wears that shade of lipstick is welcome in my club. ( mj is into it, is what she's saying. she tips her head to the side, taking in the non-english word noora used, along with the way her voice sounds. ) What's your name, cutie?

[ she's taped up a piece of paper up in her room already, the one like she has at home, hanging by her mirror (those scary, pesky things here apparently) ever since she met a few different people here stuck just like she is: everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. be kind. always.

noora knows a thing or two about labels. she knows about the importance of treating everyone equally, regardless of how they act or what they want. do unto others, and all that, as long as they do good too. she does notice with easy perception this girl before her is more flamboyant in ways that almost remind her of esklid: but she doesn't presume or judge her for it. if anything, she recognizes the kindness with it.

her smile widens. she looks down, flattered and put at some ease by the compliment between girls. ] I, uh. I'm Noora. Thank you. I love your pants. [ she looks down at them with the same genuine regard. ] Super daring.

Edited 2017-06-10 20:56 (UTC)

Ooh, Noora. That's fancy.

( mj props her chin into her fists, ignoring poor peter parker in favor of what may turn out to be a formidable gal pal. there's a shortage of those in wonderland. mj's nosy, so she's pried into the network, and proceeded to get bored within ten minutes from all the yelling by ego-bruised adults. )

I'm MJ. Daring is my middle name.

( or was that danger? she can't keep track of anything to save her life. she loves these leather pants, btw. her tush has never looked cuter. and leather designed by alexander mcqueen is easy to swing when you don't have to pay for it. the closets might just be mj's favorite part about this whole acid trip. what more could a low-income girl from queens want? (the answer is a lot, by the way. she can want a lot. who said ambition was a flaw?) ) Don't take this the wrong way, Noora, but something tells me you're new to Alice's digs.

[ truthfully, noora finds 'mj' more unique than anything like her name, however oddly spelled and perhaps heard it is — she'd much rather test those foreign letters out; she wonders what they mean. besides the beginning sandwich to 'daring', anyhow. ] 'Digs'? [ it takes her a moment, the nomenclature understood but used so little (and not ironically) it trips her up for a moment. then, of course, she understands the idea.

she is new here, to this... insane, overwhelmingly insane place. it spins her head sometimes, makes her want to scream and pull out her hair like she's going crazy, because how are more people not freaking out like this every day? maybe it'd be — easier, if not more bearable to process, if she had someone like eva or sana or even esklid or hell, even her depressive roommate linn here to make sense of it. (or william. vilde. chris. she tries hard not to think of all of them. she fails, utterly.)

so. there's a tenseness to her lingering grin, in her response, when she replies. ] Ja. Ja, I am. Is it the total... [ she trails off, lifts a hand to gesture with some humor, because perhaps some will ease this situation ] 'lost vibe' I'm giving out? [ it's not like her, honestly. then again, nothing about this is like anything she knows. ]

( mj waves her hand in the air in what is meant to be an ice breaker. )

Nah. I'm just nosy, and I'm pretty sure I'd have seen you before if you weren't. ( new, that is. mj adapts with almost startling quickness, mostly because she is aggressive in her denial of anything Bad. finding herself in a new place that supposedly feeds on their memories? sure, cool -- now where's the dance studio?

she'd normally not ... try to make anyone feel better. she's been allergic to commitments of any kind, and friendships require a great deal of commitment. but gwen's death is still fresh in her mind and her heart, a sobering reminder that the party, any party, does eventually end. )

You want something to drink? Doesn't have to be alcoholic.

( mj may be a party animal, but she never needs to drink to have a good time. she's seen the ugly sides to alcoholism far too closely for that. )

[ she wonders how long mj has been here. noora is not stranger to adapting, nor new things: she left her loveless, neglectful home the moment she could and travelled a few corners of europe. this is different. for a moment though, the relief of having some kind of companion makes it feel just a little less so.

noora relaxes. ] I'll have some soda. [ she doesn't drink alcohol, not anymore. she blacks out if she has too much, and then —

well, there was that other time she blacked out.

she moves towards the bar and picks up something cool and orange, checking the label to be certain it's truly what she's after. ] How long have you been here, MJ? [ she says the letters carefully, trying out the american annunciation. ]

( mj, for her part, goes for a club soda.

non-caffeinated, because if there's anyone in the world who doesn't need caffeine late in the evening, it's mary jane watson. she bites back a smile when she hears noora testing out her name. why so damn cute, noora. mj lowkey already wants to trade lipsticks. )

A month.

( people are usually surprised by this, because mj doesn't seem like a recent addition, but that's ... mj. she scrunches up her face a little. )

Can I ask what your first language is or is that like a multiverse faux pas? ( pls tell her noora, mj is a girl that likes to be wide awake. )

[ noora would rather have some chocolate milk if she's being honest, but she'll take what she can find for now, twisting off the top after her minute scrutiny and taking a sip.

aaaand swallowing it down hard because yes, she is surprised by this. a month? she glances around the club, clearly in some awe that all this has been done in nigh on four weeks. impressive and definitely not what she would have done with her time, which has admittedly been... nothing. she's done a big fat nothing but sit in her room and wander, oscillating from sad to angry and back again. ]

Oh, it's fine. It's Norwegian, the accent. And yours is... [ as if she's really gotta think about this one: ] American? [ obvious answer is teasingly obvious. ]

( mj's eyes grow round as saucers, feigning surprise. it's meant to be elaborate, but if anyone asks, the charm is all natural. )

How did you guess?

( soon enough, her expression shifts back into a bright grin. it's easier to focus on the perks: a closet that gives you anything you want, rooms that turn into whatever you wish, people from all kinds of places -- like Norway! -- instead of the alternative. then again, if mj is honest with herself, other than aunt anna, she's not sure anyone would miss her. and there's really no one to blame but mj. if you want something real, you have to be real, and she's still figuring that part out. )

That's me. American. At least until I get back to Prince Harry.

( is she serious? does she know prince harry? well, no. but mj believes in positive thinking. imagine the ginger babies. )

[ there's no getting those eyes one over noora: that genuine if effortlessly practiced charm has noora laughing with a brightening gaiety. it may or not not be the first time she's laughed like so in awhile and the act sheds and eschews the weights on her shoulders, on her back. she feels them drop and good riddance.

even if later she pick some parts of those worries and longings up for safe, cherished keeping, for now she's happy to be without them.

also noora will latch onto this familiar reference. finally, someone she can talk to about important things in life. ] Prince Harry, eh? Not into the strong, silent type? [ if she had to choose... ]

( there's a split second where mary jane hesitates.

not only because of the question, but because noora reminds her of gwen then, with such a ferocity that it's almost a tiny punch in the gut. a rueful smile curves on her lips. her answer is refreshingly honest, because maybe noora is a bit familiar to her too now. ) Maybe a little.

( but! ) Those ones are the real trouble, if you ask me.

[ her smile falters. just some, but not enough to fade the entirety of light in her eyes. noora knows what it's like to be drawn towards the 'strong, silent' type. there was a time she tried to resist with every bone in her body, and once she gave in...

well, so. she's been in deep.

she leans against the bar then. ]

You don't have to tell me. I have one... maybe coming back to me at home.

[ it feels safer to admit it here: maybe he won't. maybe they were just not going to be. ]

( and this, too, is refreshing: the lack of expectation. mj isn't good at giving herself over. she does it in slow, painstaking pieces. her mother gave everything. her sister, gayle, gave everything. then they had nothing left. mj vowed she would never live her life for others, the way that they did, but she is also realizing that's a double-edged sword.

she never lets the light in, either. )

Maybe?

( a smile curves on her lips. )

You don't have to tell me either, cutie. But from where I'm standing, if he doesn't, he's one scoop short of an ice cream cone.

[ Harry Osborn is a regular in MJ's nightclub. He's here three, maybe four times a week. He's not interested in the themed parties or the disco nights. He's mostly here to drown himself in alcohol. The good kind. The expensive kind. The kind only Mary Jane Watson knows how to pour apparently because there are plenty of other bars that don't serve as a nightclub/karaoke center here in Wonderland -- but here he is anyways. ]

I'll have the usual. [ He forces out a smile as he takes a seat by the bar. He has days where he barely talks and days where he says a little too much maybe. Like two nights ago for instance when he told MJ about his troubles. That he sometimes wakes up with no recollection of how many days have gone past. That he thinks he might be losing his mind. Or that he might be suffering from dementia. Because a week ago he'd woken up with a gash on his forehead, and for the life of him, he can't recall how he'd gotten himself injured. But that's not the worst of it. He's been losing track of time. Take today, for example: he remembers having breakfast this morning, but nothing about the rest of his afternoon. ]

How are you? [ Harry's wondering now if he's said anything else to her that he's not aware of -- if he's spilled too many secrets. He hopes that night had been the one and only time he'd made a complete fool of himself. The last thing he wants is for her to think that he's going insane. He would hate for anyone to have that impression about him. ]

( mj officially hates wonderland for erasing her completely from both of the men in her life.

peter doesn't know her. harry doesn't know her. in some ways it might be a blessing in disguise. it's not like she's ever going to go up to harry and tell him that in her world they were a ~~trainwreck~~ item, but currently on a break, because harry was a dick and spiraling into a deep drug addiction. she feels for the guy, she does. norman osborn can be monstrous in more ways than one, and he's never given harry the validation and acceptance he so desperately needed.

but these aren't things she's supposed to know. no, what she does know is that this harry battles similar, but also different, demons. the loss of time, the slip of madness. it's an intensity that's almost frightening. like she can almost see that thread unraveling. )

Never been better, handsome. ( she always gives a similar answer, because mj's image is that of a party girl, and as sia expertly sang, party girls don't get hurt. ) Did you come here to check up on your favorite bar owner, or is there something I can bring you besides the usual?

Edited 2017-06-24 04:05 (UTC)

[ The thing about MJ is that he feels surprisingly comfortable being around her. He thinks it's because she has no idea who he is. She doesn't know him. Doesn't expect anything from him. They're strangers. But he's worried now that he might have burst that little bubble with all the things he'd mentioned to her about the problematic issues he's been facing. He's hoping she has the memory of a fish ~~called Dory :#~~.

Tonight is a brand new night, and although tomorrow is very much uncertain, he's hoping he'll have a better grip on himself. An Osborn is never weak and he'd hate to be pitied most of all. ]

Well, I'm thinking I'd like some company. [ He smiles easily this time, having perfected the art of masking pain and anger when he needs to. Practice makes perfect. ] But if I can't have that, I'll settle for some popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios in a neat little bowl if you have it. Or maybe some warm pretzels with gouda, pancetta and onion fondue. [ If MJ has a habit of giving that similar 'never been better' reply, Harry makes a joke of ordering at the bar -- always requesting for things he knows is a little over the top fancy. ]

Edited 2017-06-24 05:00 (UTC)

( mj props her elbows on the counter and leans forward in a conversational manner, green eyes glinting with amusement. )

That's oddly specific, preppy. Would you like some edible gold to go along with that?

( she's getting him a burger with fries, ftr.

but it's nice to get him to smile, considering the last time she was tending the bar. he was a wreck and looked it. mj's not in the habit of forcing people to confront their shit -- spiders know that she's been running from her own for a very long time. she's no good at that. she's not gwen. but making someone smile and showing them a grand ol' time so they forget their sadness? well, that's something mary jane watson can do. )

What can I say? [ He lets out a slight shrug, looking well amused. MJ's capable of making him laugh effortlessly and it's appreciated. ] I have oddly specific tastes. [ He's looking directly at her. Of all the bars to frequent in Wonderland, after all. Harry figures a little light flirtation can't possibly hurt anyone. ]

So, MJ. Do you ever give yourself a night off from work? You seem to be here a lot. [ Not that there's much else to do in this tiny world they're stuck in, but he might be curious about what else she gets up to when she's not behind the bar.

It's rare for him to care about someone beyond their good looks. Mostly because he likes to keep people at a distance. That way, they won't end up disappointing him. Or abandoning him. It's been a few weeks now since their first interaction, and he's never shown any real interest in her before. He's thinking he might like to get to know her a little more now. Find out what the MJ stands for. ]

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