8666/In Narnia, Peter Was The King

In Narnia, Peter Was The King
Date of Scene:	05 August 2019
Location:	Sanctum Santorum
Synopsis:	Kitty shows Peter her room at the Sanctum. They meet up with Strange, and Felicia who Peter has NEVER met before.
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Spider-Man, Black Cat, Doctor Strange

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Shadowcat has posed:
The day after Betsy's birthday party, Kitty and Peter are at the school. Once matters there are taken care of, she told him, "Come on, time to see Narnia." Kitty had walked over to her closet, opening the door and motioning for Peter to follow her inside to the back of it. Clothing is moved out of the way, revealing a floor-length mirror on the back wall.

As Kitty approached it, rather than showing the inside of the closet, it starts to show another image. It looks like the inside of a some beach bungalow you might expect on a Caribbean island. Kitty grinned to Peter and motioned for him to follow, and then stepped through the mirror, appearing in the image on the other side.

Following her through would bring Peter into the bungalow, where windows look out on an ocean scene. "It's just illusion, there's no ocean out there," Kitty says, running a hand over the wall that appears to be an open window. But the rest of the room is real, the furniture, the ceiling fan turning over head. Even the scent of ocean salt on the air and the gentle breeze. "So we're in the Sanctum now in my room," she tells him. Peter's given as much time to look around as he likes, before Kitty says, "Let's go see if Stephen and Wong are about?" She'll motion for the regular door and head on out.

Spider-Man has posed:
"If I get attacked by a lion, I'm definitely going to call it 'on the job' since it technically happened in a mirror that resides in the school..." Peter is DUBIOUS of objects hidden in closets as a general rule, but even more so when these objects are perported portals to places what he is unfamiliar. With his luck, he'll be teleported back in time and have to redo high school, which for the audience watching at home? Not a particularly flattering period in his young life.

Clothing is pushed away, as it often is in such situations, until he's staring along side Kitty at a large mirror showing him a reflection of a tropical resort... "Lions are not native to that biome..." Tapping his temple, "I played Minecraft, you know?" And Frank West covered wars. We all know.

After Kitty has stepped through, so too does Peter, pausing only long enough to consider the course of human events that led to such auspicious situation, "Alright... totally okay.. just going to walk through a magical mirror. This is standard Spider-Man fare... Hey Spidey! What'd you do today guy? Oh you know, just teleport myself through a mirror to... god only knows where because my girlfriend said it was safe.. you know how it is, New York amirite?"

On the otherside, Peter stumbles forward a little and glances back sharply, ready to fend off both lion, witch, or that god damned wardrobe if it proves an aggressive armoire... "Trippy.." Hands out, "Stephen I think I knowish... What's a Wong?"

Black Cat has posed:
The front door of the Sanctum opens and closes as fast as possible as to not let any of the cool, quiet air out into the shimmering and muggy heat of the city beyond it. With a quiet 'whew' of relief, Felicia then makes her way through the short entryway and into the sweeping space of the foyer before the grand staircase. Her four-inch heels, white to match the sash on her dress and her driving gloves as well as ribbon tying back her hair, make soft click-clicks as she heads towards the kitchen door.

In her hands, a plating of various samplings from a bake sale she attended over at a local community center's gathering. The second-place ribbon drapes over one arm and my, how proud the Cat is of this ribbon. Losing to another baker was worth it, given she beat out the snotty Karen Charleston with a store-bought cake -- shh, Felicia's little secret.

Pausing at the kitchen door, she turns and the skirt of her mint-green 1950s throwback dress twirls about her thighs. An inhale. "Copperfiiiieeelllllld! Come see, I brought goodies!"

Yelling like a southern mother: a sure way to summon the Sorcerer Supreme. Maybe.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty laughs warmly at Peter's hesitance coming through. "No trips to other worlds. I just call it Narnia for keeping it at the back of the closet," she tells him. Actually, in the room here, it literally is a deep wardrobe, given that's how she wishes it to look. "So we're at 177A Bleecker Street, in the Village," she tells him. "Come on."

Kitty grins and leads Peter out of the room into the upstairs. The place looks like a museum with all of the artifacts scattered about. "So best not to touch. Magic things. Probably," she says, glancing at them. She pauses before a gauntlet big enough to slide up to her elbow. "That one definitely is," she comments before taking Peter's hand, following with him if he wishes to wander and look about.

The sound of someone calling causes Kitty to glance up. "Ah, this is Stephen's girlfriend I think," she says. "So Wong is another person who lives here, one of Stephen's order. He's great. You'll love him," she says.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "What is it you need this time Felicia?" Stephen's voice is heard through out the mansion, a trick he's picked up to make it seem like he's always in the correct room when in fact, he's usually in his upstairs study, meditating. The wizard lowers his feet back down to the ground and he adjusts his collar, just so, before he steps through the threshold from his room into the kitchen several floors below and with a smile on his lips aimed at the seafoam clad woman who brings him food he can't eat.

    "Felicia, it looks lovely. I'm certain Wong an...-" Stephen pauses to look over his shoulder, "And our guests will enjoy it." The wizard says as his eye seem to look through the walls in the direction he senses a shift in the air of his impossibly large house.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Magic stuff, magic stuff." Peter points at artifacts as if he's got the first clue under the sun which is and is not magic, but he could probably tell just by holding out his hand and waiting for the spider-senses to tell him to back the hell off... Which he does not do. And do you know why that is? Because Peter does not do magic.

That's other peoples gig.

Soon as people learn to stay in their lane, things move super smoothly all around.

His fingers lace in with Kitty's, glancing around inspectively, BUT RESPECTIVELY INSPECTIVELY, of the museum of magic. "So are there safeguards in place? What if Clumsy McAdams comes to pay a visit and... oops, slipped on a banana peel... what then? Are we all just stuck in a time warp? I can't do fishnet, Kits.. Doug killed it.. I'm way too hairy."

Wong is explained, Peter nods understanding, and lets her lead him through the safe zone. Literally flinching away from anything that gets closer than a few dozen feet. "I don't want tenticles... promise me there's no tenticles.."

Black Cat has posed:
The plating on the kitchen table contains...a good number of things Stephen probably can't eat without discomfort. For anyone else, however, there's a sampling of about twenty different pastries, from pumpkin chocolate-chip cookies to angel-food cake to homemade donut-holes, powdered in sugar. Felicia turns on the spot when she hears Stephen's voice and then beams at his arrival.

"Of course it looks lovely, I brought it. The guests can have some too," she decides, apparently magnanimous today instead of squirreling it all away for herself. "You know what doesn't look lovely? These. They're...crooked." Stepping up into the Sorcerer's personal space, the thief straightens and smoothes the lapels of his storm-blue gi-top. A light patpat on each lapel and she grins up at him again. "There. Now you're presentable for company."

She leans around Stephen to look out into the foyer. "Who's here then?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde gives a soft laugh and grins over to Peter. "I'm actually not really sure. That's something I've been meaning to ask," she tells him. "You would think so, but then again... it's not the kind of house that people can just get into easily. I mean, it's not like things get stolen from here."

Well, nothing other than orbs capable of world-ending magic. Thankfully, Kitty knows nothing about that.

"I think she is probably in the kitchen," Kitty says of the woman's voice, and footsteps, they heard earlier. "Best place to find people here," she says, smiling to Peter and leading him on to it.

They step in, Kitty smiling as she sees Doctor Strange is here too. "Hello Stephen. Hello Felicia. Wanted to introduce my boyfriends. Though I think maybe you've met already, Stephen?" Kitty asks. "This is Peter Parker. Peter, Stephen Strange, and Felicia... ah... I have no idea Felicia's last name," Kitty says.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen lifts his chin to allow Felicia to fix his lapels as it does seem to be her favorite thing to do for the doctor. He looks down and wraps his scared hands around her wrists and then lets go as he turns his head to address the tabletop. "It does look delicious, I'm sure they will enjoy it." Strange notes before he turns fully towards the doorway and at the apperance of Kitty he seems a little, bemused.

    "I've met you all sure..." Stephen says, leaning his forehead towards Peter for a brief moment as he looks towards the man who has been in his house but in costume before. "Ah. Yes. I have." The wizard remarks but doesn't expound upon his revelation. "Welcome to the sanctum, Felicia buys the best pastries, so she tells me..." Stephen says, offering the sweets.

Spider-Man has posed:
"I often keep my high value, often dangerous, highly magically charged artifacts of questionable design, make, and model in cases lined with all manner of agreeably suitable materials specifically to prevent accidental transformation into whatever unfortunateness befalls the clumsy, curious, or out right stupid..." Peter does not like magic, but he's doing his best not to show it. Magic is a variable he cannot count for, at least not yet! Thankfully, Kitty's hand is there to keep him from rushing back upstairs and braving the armoire back to her room at the mansion.

Imagine the headlines? Spider-Menace ran out of Sanctum by what he thought was a bag of testicular transformation, but was only a household toaster.

"Damn you J. Jonah Jameson.. you raskle.." Don't answer your internal monologue.

"Yeah..." Pete grins back at Kits, then over in the direction of the kitchen, furrowing his brow at a voice.. or a feeling.. but follows along as quietly as he seems able. Which isn't very, "Just to be on the safe side, you should strongly encourage caution tape. Call me over caut-" Did she say Felicia?

He knew he recognized that voice. Peter's attention snaps over to the dress clad woman with Stephen, "Hello!" Way to loud, back it up pal, "Hello..." Better. Peter waves awkwardly, first to Stephen, "Your interior decorator is pretty impressive." Thumb wiggling back out the doorway, "I was thinking I might add some Eldrich runes or.. maybe an ancient talisman to my apartment.. it's a studio, but I think it'll make the bricks really pop, yah?"

Then to Felicia, "Hello person I've never met before."

Nailed it.

Black Cat has posed:
Oddly enough, Felicia is...partially hidden now by Stephen's taller and broad-shouldered frame, as if she'd elected to try and disappear upon the arrival of Kitty and Peter.

After all, she does know Spidey both incognito and suited alike, and is absolutely certain to yank his leg as much as she can manage when traipsing about the rooftops of New York City.

Having been thoroughly identified, however, she slides out into full view again and pastes her brightest, fakest smile on her red-red lips she can manage. A hand rises to twiddle beautifully-manicured fingers towards both Kitty and her boyfriend. BOYFRIEND. Whoa. What.

Good job, Peter.

"Hiiiiiiii, Kitty annnnnnd Peter. Just Felicia, please. No need to stand on propriety with last names and all -- and yeah, take a pastry. They're all homemade. I didn't make them," she further clarifies.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde's smile grows as this introduction of someone she is dating to Stephen goes remarkably better. There is less growly behavior and language. Also far less bare ass running for a towel. Amongst other things.

Peter gets a glance at the person I've never met before line, expression curious, but Kitty doesn't ask. "Oh, those look delicious, thank you," Kitty says, moving forward to get one of the pastries. "Oh my god, is that... pumpkin chocolate-chip? I love pumpkin stuff, a shame we can't have it year round," she says, picking up the bit of sweet goodness.

"Is Wong around? I thought he and Peter would get along nicely," she says of the two men with sunny dispositions. "So I finished up the scanning," Kitty tells Strange. "Everything is secure from the electronic standpoint, but, you might want to do your... you know," she says, waving her hands about as if casting a spell, Harry Potter style. Thankfully she gets the position of her left index finger too crooked, and her right thumb not bent enough, to avoid opening a portal to anywhere. Maybe she was looking at those tomes closer than she intended.

"Are there other things like it you'd like me to work on? Or, is this when you take me to the hallway with a zillion other doors, each more rooms full of stuff?" Kitty asks Strange, flashing him a teasing smile. But being serious, too. She's figuring out how this works.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Kitty, as much as I like your new boy friend and think he is a drastic improvement over the last one, I think maybe not telling others to decorate with 'caution tape' is the best course of action from now on." Stephen says with a glance back to Peter.

    "Sure, put a rune up in your flat, it'll be just like those girls who were tattooing random kanji on their lower backs that say Water and Dig and Bathe. Those were so amusing." Stephen says with a smirk as he looks at Peter still but the moment passes and Kitty is squeeing about the pastries and Felicia is ... acting odd as well.

    Strange turns his head to take a look at the thief he's fallen for and lifts a black eyebrow towards her, asking a non-verbal question to the woman.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Yeah... I..." Peter opens his hand to let Kitty slip off to the pastry and watches her cross the distance with a pensive expression like she's abandoned him to the lion she SWORE wasn't here. BUT THERE SHE IS... except she's not a cat right now, is she? Peter fidgets a little, tugging at the neckline of his shirt, nevermind the kind of compliment about new vs old boyfriend. There's a smile there directed over at the Pumpkin Queen, but it's quickly muted when looking up at Stephen, "I was just playing about the caution tape.. First, most of that stuff looks pretty awesome.." Again thumbing over his shoulder, half turning, "Second, I know for a fact that it's never stopped anyone touching stuff they shouldn't anyways.. Like, hey kid, don't smoke... well I'll show you, marginally older adult with years of experience." Wiggle finger.

"I... maybe joking about the runes too. I have no idea what an eldrich rune looks like, except for some squiggly lines.. maybe a star burst, those seem kind of magical.. OH! An S with a pair of lines through it." That's a Dollar sign.

And last.. "I'm not sure I could pull of a lower back tattoo. I feel strongly it falls in the same category as fishnet? Works for other people, probably less attractive on me."

Felicia... "Nice to meet you, Felicia with no last name.." Pastries. Yoink, sideways turn, slip slip, back up beside Kitty. "What an interesting asortment of pastries this is. I wonder if you should ask me later which one is my favorite..." Because he's subtle af.

Black Cat has posed:
"Yeah, me too," replies Felicia to Kitty as to the pumpkin chocolate-chip cookies with a weaker smile now, as if she'd rather be scaling the nearest vertical object. This happens to be the immensely dignified Sorcerer Supreme. Stephen may be tall, but climbing up his person in a dress would surely end in embarassing comedy, so she desists. The demonic fridge isn't a good idea either.

The Sorcerer's eyebrowing is countered by a mask of complete, utter, lamb-like innocence, complete with a guileless jade-green blink at him. 'Who, me?', she seems to imply by it, probably fooling the Sorcerer not one little bit.

Peter breaks her mask in a crackling of a flat look aimed at him. Then, so sweetly, the thief asks, "Well, gosh, Peter, what //IS// your favorite pastry? It'd be too bad if it wasn't on that plate. If I'd known you were going to be here, I would've planned better for it."

And not been present.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    When you're capable of telepathy, you get somehow better at reading faces, or Stephen did. He just doesn't waste his time with tact, or politeness, however he doesn't waste his time asking questions he doesn't want answers to. With Felicia's innocent look, Stephen shakes his head and turns his attention to the second fridge, the one with chains and deadbolts across the front of it. "You're all welcome to stay, but do mind the snakes, they tend to get chatty and bitey after that." Stephen says as he points at the large lock and it clicks down and open.

    Strange reaches into his personal fridge and pulls out an empty plate, held by the end between his thumb and middle finger with his pinky extended in a show of politeness and courtesy. "I'm going to enjoy my dinner as you all do the same."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty flashes a pleasant smile towards Doctor Strange. "He's mostly harmless," Kitty assures Doctor Strange with a little smile towards Peter. "Though, he did raise a question I've wondered for some time. Just how 'proofed' the display room is versus, you know... trip and stumble and put your hand into the Cauldron of the Cosmos or something like that?" she asks him. Yes she got the name right. No, not because Tony used it to stretch after a jog. Wong dropped the knowledge on her.

"I'm mostly just here on work nights I worked late anymore. But anyway, wanted to let you know about Peter for those times he visits," she tells Doctor Strange. She smiles to Peter's rhetoric and opens her mouth about the dollar sign. But then closes it and lets that one go.

Kitty pats his side. "SO yes, which /is/ your favorite?" Kitty asks. Apparently not having dated long enough to have picked up that information yet. The brunette glances over towards Felicia, an eyebrow lifting just slightly and Kitty looking from Felicia to Peter and back again curiously.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Nope, it's right here, Felicia." Peter says, holding up a randomly selected pastry from amidst the plater, "I didn't realize there would BE pastries.. nor that someone-" implied you, "-were bringing them." Munch, wiggling it at Kitty, while he chews, then tearing off a piece to offer over something with double the chocolate necessary for a daily dietary requirements. "But it's a pleasant surprise to an already pleasant day, ya know? Not what you expect... patries I mean... but you think." Tapping his temple with said cookie, ".. I'm sure glad I got to enjoy that deliciously sweet taste of a minor victory amidst a sea of failed.... cooooookiing..." Turning his head through the course of the word as if it wasn't where he was GOING with the line, but is determined to make it work.

Well this is a dramatic turn of events.

Peter regards Stephen departing with an empty plate, which doesn't really seem that strange for a guy whose name actually IS Strange. "Thanks for your hospitality and not turning me into.. whatever you can turn people into. I'm trying to put it all together in my head, still kind of new to this."

Then Kitty with a sheepish grin, "Older pastries... the kind that keep popping up at the dinner table, but they've kind of grown on you even though it's not really something you specifically wanted to have that night? Harmless, pastries.. with my new workout routine, easy to burn off those extra calories." Pause, "You really look amazing, you know that? Maybe it's the light coming from somewhere what's source I can't find, but you've got this forgiving of how weird I am about pastries light about you... especially since I'm totally sharing." He holds out his cookie, grinning stupidly, all his teeth visible.

Black Cat has posed:
"I'm glad you're happy." Again, the smile on Felicia's face contains the faintest nuance of a wince. "I had no idea you liked that particular pastry, Peter." The Sorcerer's movements about the kitchen are marked and at first, the thief stands her ground -- as in, she literally stands there with her fingers interlaced before her navel, looking between Kitty and Peter. Then, she breaks into motion in a swirl of skirt.

"Let me get you some water, Stephen," she volunteers as she opens up a cabinet in the kitchen. The glasses aren't in this one -- strike one. Another cabinet, and it's all bowls and plates here -- strike two. The cabinet doors get a solid green glare. Damnit, cabinets. Cabinet door three is indeed the glasses and she snags one before sliding over to the sink to fill the glass with cold tap water.

Kitty is given a glance and small smile as she delivers the water to Stephen. "A good rule of thumb is not to touch anything around here. Especially Pe -- eeeople who don't know what things are." This rule, Felicia breaks on a regular basis.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Oh yes, miss Pryde, I need you to not only catalogue the books and tomes as you did, but the artifacts as well." Stephen says with a motion towards the doorway past the kitchen. Oh, she's got a LOT of work to do. "I need you to also write a small description of what each device does." Stephen says, masking his own mischevious grin from the mutant.

    Stephen looks to Parker and his words of farewell, but then Stephen sets his plate down on the table and looks up to Peter with a curious glance. "I don't turn people into things mister Parker." Stephen says before taking his fork and stabbing it above the plate and then it jerks beneath his fingers. Something there doesn't like being poked.

    Stephen reaches up to take the cup of water from Felicia with his eyebrow raised once more, "Umm, thank you Felicia, that was sweet of you."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde's expression is cautiously curious. Her own pastry seems forgotten for the moment. She glances about the three, but then Stephen speaks of cataloging the artifacts. "Ah. Well, I can certainly do that. I'll need a source for the information though," she tells him. "Unless you want me to just experiment," she says, chuckling already at her joke. "So, Wong I'm guessing?" she inquires.

Kitty glances about the place. "Where is he tonight, anyway? I sent my mother that lasagna recipe he gave and she wanted me to pass on her gratitude. She loved it," Kitty says to Strange.

Kitty glances to Felicia and then back to Peter finally. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, and shakes her head. "So," she says, moving to slip her free arm about Peter's waist, "We should probably get back and let Stephen and Felicia enjoy their... pastries and..." Kitty waves a hand in a circular motion towards Stephen's plate. "... dinner," she finally finishes.

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter fidgets a little more when his ramblings don't appear to have the effect he markedly hoped.. His hand slides out towards her's, touching her fingers with the end of one of his pinky, "Sorry..." Said quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck after tossing the cookie he was eating, down on a napkin or ... somewhere. Dusting his fingers off on the leg of his shorts with a little glance back over towards Stephen, and whatever it is he's trying to poke with a fork.

His eyes stay there for a second, just watching the war going on with what he thought was an empty plate... then look up at Stephen... then back down at the plate. Then at Kitty with his brow furrowed, then back to Stephen.

Then reasoning that it's better not to ask, he keeps scratching at the back of his neck, "Well, this place is fun.. I'm over here trying to imagine game night.. I think my aunt has an old clue board..." Awkward, still fidgeting, side glancing at Kitty with a little frown bundling up the corners of his mouth. While he's not got his heart set on leaving, there's a temperature to the room he's keen on avoiding on all future visits.

His fidgets are completely normal.

Black Cat has posed:
"You're welcome," the thief replies quietly to Stephen. She assumes her palm can linger on the round of his shoulder, subtly claiming him as her own even as she looks back to Peter and Kitty. The weird interaction of his fork and seemingly empty plate is also ignored. Don't look, don't look, don't look.

"There are enough rooms in this place that a live-action reinactment of the game of Clue would be nuts. You'd never find the murderer, he could be hiding in a closet for years and never be found." It's information primarily for Peter; she fully assumes Kitty's aware of this, given she's crossed paths with the young woman before. "If you do end up wandering around, like I said...probably shouldn't touch stuff." Her smile is slightly smirky now.

Because Felicia likes to touch anything that sparkles, of course.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Felicia, I think the poor boy gets it." Stephen says softly as he puts the empty fork to his mouth and chews on the nothingness for a moment before he stands and takes his plate and glass in hand. "I am going to go finish my dinner in the study Felicia. Do share with our guests. Come find me when you're free." The wizard states before looking to Kitty and Peter. "Glad to have you back, and nice to meet you again." Stephen remarks before turning to the doorway and marching out to his work.