1218/Into the spider's web.

Into the spider's web.
Date of Scene:	29 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	1075, Gambit

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Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
True to his word, Graydon shows up fifteen minutes after the 48 hours is up wearing a new, dark blue jogging suit and running shoes. He waits until after she has fed so she isn't hungry or thirsty and they can get right down to business. Opening the door to the cell he leans in not coming all the way in but leaning in sideways balanced on one leg so he's almost horizontal to the floor. "Pssssst! You gonna just -hang- around all day or are we gonna have some fun?" he asks. Making a dad joke. He smiles at the girl and waits for her to come to him.

Gambit has posed:
Rose is resting up in the ceiling that she has made into her little hide-y corner. She slowly lowers herself and using her six arms to slow her decent once she nears the floor until her eight legs gather up beneath her and then, with all her arms moving to cover her bare torso, Rose inches forwards towards Creed.

"Fun?" She asks, having grown comfortable enough to halt her stutter.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Leading the girl out of the room he tosses her a giant kitten themed beach towel to use as a shawl over her shoulders. He has a white cotton one over his own shoulders. He's already been working out in the weight room while he, well, waited. "I know you've been cooped up in there for days and if I were you I would want to get in a good run so I thought we would hit the test track, run some laps. I like climbing the rock wall but I guess that would be easy for you. " he says motioning her into the hallway with him.

There are several cells similar to hers on both sides of the hallway. It looks like they can keep up to 6 test subjects active at the same time. Right now she's the only one. The people who work here have been briefed about her appearance so they don't react horribly to her. He actually hired the kind of people he hates to work here: Sympathizers.

It's only the top administrators who hate the abnormal as much as Creed does. The rank and file scientists are very friendly to her like she's a patient in any other hospital. Most of them actually do care about helping mutants. They ask for less pay and work under worse conditions if they think it's for a 'good cause' "We have a pool but I'm not sure how you would do in deep water. We could start out with the hot-tub first, or the showers. We have a tennis court if you play?" he asks as suddenly her prison seems to be transforming into a resort vacation.

Gambit has posed:
"I would like that yes..." She says, catching the towel with a hand and carefully setting it around her shoulders, before pulling her hair out from under it and making sure her breasts are covered as she's still waiting for clothes that would fit her unusual body.

She keeps blushing whenever they walk past anyone and frown, pulling her arms around her chest closely, holding and clutching onto the towel tightly. "No, I don't think rock crawling would be hard at all." She teases in agreement before shrugging. "I'm not too sure if I can swim any mo-- right now." Motioning over her shoulder with her chin towards ehr large spider portion, as if either of them could forget.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
"I've had a busy couple of days while you were in there. Sorry I wasn't able to visit more. Between dealing with Washington and trying to secure your future it's just been hectic." he explains as he walks with her down the hall. Several labs are in use even this late at night. The people look very excited about something, "I have some good news and some bad news." he says leading her past what looks like a break lounge with a big circular couch in the middle and several plush couches to the sides of the room with a large TV. "Which would you like first?" he asks as they walk past a room that has one of the same large viewing windows showing its contents like the labs do but it's been recently emptied and sitting in the center of it is a life sized 3D print model of Rose with cloth hanging off of it. The lights are off and Creed can't see clearly inside the room but Rose probably can make out sewing machines and stacks of fabric as well as a rack of clothing they have already made for her. He acts like he thinks she can't see inside.

Gambit has posed:
Listening to him talk he could almost see the moment it all goes in one ear and out the other as she slows down, and turns towards the room as she saw a mannequin in the shape of her and her top two hands lift to her mouth as she gasps.

The clothing is beautiful, in her many eyes. The first time she's seen what she really looks like causes her gasp to be one of recoil also and she lifts the middle right hand towards the window on the door and clicks closer.

"I-is is that m-m-me?"

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Creed stops and looks back as if he wasn't aware what she was talking about. He turns and looks at the dark room then says, "Oh, yeah, you can see in the dark. Doy. " he says then he walks over to the door and waves his hand over the lock. It beeps and he opens the doors to the lab and turns on the lights so he can see. "I called in an image consultant. I was going to save this till tomorrow when everything was done." he says as he lets her in. "They are still working out the logistics of you body so they made a 3d model to design the clothing around." it's off-white plastic and lacks details like fuzz and tufts of hair but it has her features, her eyes, her mouth in a neutral face. "Half-surprise!" he jokes and chuckles a little.

Gambit has posed:
Rose steps in before Creed does, it's her, and hers, right?

No, she wants to touch this stuff, she wants to wear something, she slowly reaches her hand out to touch the cheek of her clone's face and frowns at it. Afraid to make eye contact with the lower half that she already has to live with but thankfully doesn't have to see.

"None of the clothes are ready yet, are they?" She asks, wishing at least for her hoodie that Bobby gave her, that was nice and left her modest at least.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Pointing to the rolling racks at the back of the shop he says, "Those are. I told them to make you a little bit of everything." and they did. There are bomber jackets, blouses, t-shirts, even black deep-v-neck tailored for her many arms and designed to work around her lower torso. For the lower torso there are capes and one red dress that is in two parts, one that is a long evening down that covers her front and the second matching part fastens around her human stomach and drapes over her insect body like a wedding dress train.

There are some leather items that have more buckles and straps than most people could figure out without a manual and boxes of accessories. Gloves, bangles, skulls, butterfly hair pins. He bought out most of a hot topic for her to gather the newest, coolest materials for her to design her own style. "The consultant will be back tomorrow if you want to wait or you can try them out now?" he suggest. Of course she still technically hasn't been washed so... the smell would get on her clothing. She should really take a bath first. Which is, of course, the plan.

Gambit has posed:
Rose lifts a hand to brush through her hair as she gasps and looks towards the bomber jacket and --- "Can I clean up frist?" She asks, looking over her shoulder towards her captor. "I would very much appreciate a chance to get clean." She whispers softly, her many eyes closing slightly to try and entice Creed to let her smell nice for the first time in at least a month.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
The Senator says, "Of course, the showers are close to the track." he says as he passes an old guitar sitting by the door he strums the strings making them vibrate before he walks out to show her the way to the showers. "The door locks itself." he says so she won't worry. The strumming is a test to see if she is as attentive to vibrations as a normal spider. If so the hairs on her legs and back should perk up. "But this wasn't actually the good news." he says, "I finally uncovered the research from back in the 90's. It wasn't complete, but we are crunching the data right now. It's going to be a big leap forward in finding a cure."

Gambit has posed:
Rose's head twitches towards the guitar, and yes, her body responds to the shakes and sounds through the air, though she doesn't see him watching her so intently. "Oh." She says as she slips through and even with 8 legs, she's very light on her feet though they click on the floor with each step.

"Oh, how long is that going to take?" She asks, following closely with Creed and even stepping closer, feeling his body heat as they walk.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Turning and walking backwards down the hallway Creed says, "We won't know until they go over the data. But they had really, really, primitive technology in that time period. We are much more advanced today. So, my plan, and I hope you'll agree to it, is to help you live with your situation as it is until such time as we can fix it." he says "I'm reaching out to the leaders in genetic research around the world. We're going to crack this. It's only a matter of time." he says cheerfully optimistic as he spins back around and points to a set of double doors, "This way." he says holding one of them open for her. Inside is a worker locker room and showering facility. Men's on one side and women's on the other. There are notices like, 'This is not a substitute for the emergency wash station' and 'Please shower before using the Hot Tubs or Sauna.'

Gambit has posed:
"I- I'll be right back." Rose says as she starts to move towards the 'ladies' section of the locker room and her long legs clicking agaisnt the tile floor as she moves to the showers, taking a deep breath and setting her towel off to the side, thankful for the first time to be in a bathroom big enough for her and even more excited about the shower she's about to spend way too long in.

Graydon Creed (1075) has posed:
Creed lets her do her business opening his locker and taking out a pair of swim trunks. He realizes that she is going to realize she can't reach everywhere she needs to reach to get the sewer smell out so he takes a quick shower himself then changes into his shorts towels off and waits for the inevitable, "C-c-can you come in here?" It's a trust exersize. He'll help her get all clean in all the strange places she has now, get her use to him being the only one she can trust to touch her then tomorrow, clothing and talk of having her be legaly adopted by him so she can't be taken away. All part of the plan...