[ okay so no, it doesn't seem to matter how long gwen's been stuck in the city - she can never seem to keep track of exactly when people tend to be brought here. she knows way too well by now that people can leave at any given time during any given day of any given week, but showing up? it seems to happen in waves. anyway, as always, she always picks up on it eventually, just based on how there seems to be more people walking around like they're caught in a bad dream, or straight up like a deer in headlights as they take everything in. there's always that urge to reach out and offer some kind of help - offer a tour, or offer to buy them lunch and some time to wrap their head around everything that's happening ( especially if they're a newly arrived submissive... ), but this time the question of how she can help pops up a lot more effortlessly than it might normally.
the rain is melting the clothes off of people, right there in real time. because of course it is. luckily for gwen, her clothes are almost entirely made up of symbiote spiders, so it's not actually effecting her even when the wind blows in just the right way to make the rain avoid the cover of her umbrella. so she's using that advantage to dodge her way to the people that seem to be caught in said rain in the worst way and helping them get somewhere dry.
..and this? this- it's just bad timing, that's all. or... good timing? depending on how she decides to look at it.
because someone calls out for a little assistance, and gwen's all too happy to oblige, but she's not expecting said someone to be dick grayson. dick grayson rocking a castaway vibe with the shirtlessness and tattered shorts. dick grayson with his perfect hair ( even wet from the rain, damnitall ), and his perfect face and his perfect- everything, but also... a submissive mark on his neck? that's not quite right. she knows when people come and go, if they've already been here before, their designation doesn't change. so that means this particular dick grayson has no idea why her expression just went soft around the edges and a too-familiar smile tugs at the corners of her lips, just a bit, right before she catches herself and shakes her head, ] Sorry-! Here. [ belatedly holding out the umbrella so it's positioned over his head.
instead of hers.
but again, symbiote clothes. the rain doesn't seem to work on her at all ( well, it doesn't seem to work on her clothes at least - the subtle aphro effect might be hitting her without her even realizing it ), and no, she doesn't realize that that's mildly suspicious, she's more concerned with trying to save face after her brief slow-mo, adoringly-staring-at-someone-in-the-rain-like-a-weirdo moment. why's her life so damn embarrassing? ]
finally!
the rain is melting the clothes off of people, right there in real time. because of course it is. luckily for gwen, her clothes are almost entirely made up of symbiote spiders, so it's not actually effecting her even when the wind blows in just the right way to make the rain avoid the cover of her umbrella. so she's using that advantage to dodge her way to the people that seem to be caught in said rain in the worst way and helping them get somewhere dry.
..and this? this- it's just bad timing, that's all. or... good timing? depending on how she decides to look at it.
because someone calls out for a little assistance, and gwen's all too happy to oblige, but she's not expecting said someone to be dick grayson. dick grayson rocking a castaway vibe with the shirtlessness and tattered shorts. dick grayson with his perfect hair ( even wet from the rain, damnitall ), and his perfect face and his perfect- everything, but also... a submissive mark on his neck? that's not quite right. she knows when people come and go, if they've already been here before, their designation doesn't change. so that means this particular dick grayson has no idea why her expression just went soft around the edges and a too-familiar smile tugs at the corners of her lips, just a bit, right before she catches herself and shakes her head, ] Sorry-! Here. [ belatedly holding out the umbrella so it's positioned over his head.
instead of hers.
but again, symbiote clothes. the rain doesn't seem to work on her at all ( well, it doesn't seem to work on her clothes at least - the subtle aphro effect might be hitting her without her even realizing it ), and no, she doesn't realize that that's mildly suspicious, she's more concerned with trying to save face after her brief slow-mo, adoringly-staring-at-someone-in-the-rain-like-a-weirdo moment. why's her life so damn embarrassing? ]
--Hi.
[ kill her ]