ArchivedLogs:Need Food Badly

{{ Logs | cast = Shane, Sebastian, Peter | summary = | gamedate = 2013-11-16 | gamedatename = | subtitle = | location = <NYC> Tony's Penthouse - Stark Tower - Midtown East | categories = Stark Tower, Shane, Peter, B, Mutants, Xavier's, Private Residence | log = Accessible only by private elevator, this home takes up the top four floors of Stark Tower. Three of them are residential, a luxurious sprawl of space equipped with state of the art technology and a wealth of comforts. Private gym, terraced pool room whose glass walls can be rolled back in summer to turn it into an outdoor balcony, full bar equipped with robotic-armed bartender, extensive home entertainment system. For all its opulence, the place is decorated tastefully, careful coordination through its wood-and-stone look.

The views, through many windows, terraces, balconies, might be the best part of all of it; from this perch high atop the tower, the city spreads out beneath.

The lowest floor of the home is less residential, more technologically bent; packed with a host of robotics, monitors, equipment. Where Tony does the bulk of /his/ personal work, it may well be the real heart of Stark Industries' R&D.

Peter's arrival is quick -- a flutter of black near one of the windows. The same window that he and Sebastian arrived at nearly a week ago. The boy is clad, as always, in the familiar black hoodie and sweatpants -- sans mask, at least -- but he also has an additional item. Shane -- cocooned in webbing, strapped around Peter's back so only his head and shoulders are poking out, his face tucked just above Peter's own right shoulder -- has been turned into a little sharkpack.

No sooner does Peter reach the window than is he knocking, scrambling, and rattling, trying to get it open via any means -- or catch someone's attention. It's quite possible that if someone doesn't get to that window soon, he might /smash/ it open -- or at least try. It /is/ probably bulletproof.

It doesn't take long for there to be an answer at the window. Sebastian is looking far better than his twin, as fleshed out as his small frame ever is. Skin whole and damp and healthy. He pulls the window open, beckoning Peter inside.

And then freezing, his eyes widening. "{Oh god.}" He lifts his arm, spritzing vinegar against Peter's back as he steps in to loop an arm around Shane. "{Oh, god} what happened?"

Shane doesn't say anything. He slides kind of limply off of Peter's back when he is released, draping against Sebastian instead. But his arms curl in -- it's not a very /strong/ hug but he is clinging.

"--{food}," Peter responds, a little tiredly, helping to shuck Shane off of his back as Sebastian starts spraying the vinegar. "{Food or take to water feed fish.}" Peter's Vietnamese is a little broken, but it's clear enough to be understood; as Shane slips off his back, Peter slumps against the edge of the windowframe, panting and flustered, his face colored violet.

"{I don't have food,}" Sebastian answers with a ragged edge of strain in his voice. His arms tighten around Shane, holding him close as he slides down to sit on the floor, cradling Shane's head against his shoulder. "{Not for him, anyway.} There's rice, canned vegetables, I don't have -- it won't help. The river's -- terrible, we need to go -- where's Pa?"

"{School}," Shane mumbles, pressing his face to Sebastian's shoulder. "He's going to take us. Back."

"School. Yes -- {yes, school}, the lake. That's good we need to go. Oh god. I'm sorry -- sorry -- sorry, sorry, sorry."

"There's no transportation to the school," Peter responds, almost automatically. "Couldn't get you there without -- it would take a while. Swinging on weblines. I don't know if I could..." His lips grow tense, turning into a sharp line. His eyes slip back, toward the room behind Sebastian. "--did he? I left before -- does it work?" And then, a little more softly, as if he's afraid to even ask: "--how fast can it go?"

"Pa'll take us," Shane insists. "With Joshua."

"Oh -- Joshua. Is he -- wait, where's Pa? We should go we need to go --" Sebastian curls his hand around Shane's head, pressing it close to him. "We need to go. The lake -- it'll be better, it might still. Have food, if the school's not -- overrun."

"Not," Shane says. "Classes starting again."

Sebastian's brows furrow, clearly torn at this news. He looks around the workshop, and then down to Shane. "OK. OK, we'll go." For a moment, a very small smile touches his face. "-- It works. It's like his own little tiny -- jet. He's out there right now. Helping -- helping. We did it."

Peter's eyes close. A thick, heavy sigh flows through him; something like a weight seems to shift off his shoulders. And then: "Can you call him back? He..." One of Peter's eyes pop open, looking at Sebastian, eyes tracing wearily back to Shane. "--can get you back to the school. Fast. Really fast. If we can't find a teleporter..."

"If Pa was taking him back why the /hell/ did you bring him /here/?" Sebastian practically /snarls/ this, abruptly furious. He stands, Shane still in his arms. "Is Joshua home? Let's go."

"Taking us all back," Shane says tiredly, nestling his head against Sebastian's chest. "Not safe out here."

Peter abruptly cowers beneath that snarl, drawing back from Sebastian; the violet turns a shade of indigo. "I thought -- I couldn't -- I didn't -- he was so sick and I thought maybe, you could... I didn't know what to do. I thought you might have food, or could help him get -- I -- we can go back. I'm sorry." He shifts, taking another step back, a hand reaching down to touch his wrists. "I can -- I can help you -- take him back."

Sebastian presses his palm to an eye, the fury fading from him even as soon as it's flared up. "I'm sorry -- sorry. Sorry. Sorry, I --" He shudders, clamping his mouth shut. "Help tie him on me. Let's go -- let's go home."

"No, I -- wasn't thinking. I panicked. I'm..." Peter trails off; he moves forward to do just that -- hands pressing against Shane's arms, working to once again cocoon him with a gentle hsss -- and strap him onto Sebastian's back. Like a miniature, bundled up sharkpack. "--okay."

"I think I've been doing nothing /but/ panicking for two weeks." Sebastian turns his head. Against his back, Shane is settling in exhausted again, head just kind of lolled forward onto his shoulder. Bastian turns his head, pressing a kiss to his brother's forehead. "Have to text TonyStark later," he mutters as he heads for the window, "I lost my phone in a herd of biters last weekend." He opens the window, gesturing Peter out and then swinging outside himself, to head for home. }}