[Pidge lets out the most scandalized gasp in the universe right at that moment. Not because of his crack at the Color-Coded Knights (what even...) but because he just broke the unspoken nerd code. He is combining his star references and that just ain't gonna fly.] I can't believe you just did that!!
You're way more like a Human Spider-- Wait, did you seriously give yourself a whole alter-ego to go with this get up?!
[At least Pidge remains Pidge, both in and out of armor. Geez.]
And look, you're gonna have to take up the whole color-coded thing with Allura, I didn't choose this! [Yes she does like the color green and that certainly hasn't hurt things, but still.]
And I can't believe you forgot Starfleet's aims are primarily peaceful and scientific, not military.
[It's probably saying a lot about where his priorities are that, as absolutely ridiculous as this entire scenario was, he was all kinds of grateful he could even have this absurd argument with somebody. Even if the timing could have been much, much better.]
And of course I did- what, you think I'm gonna cross every street hood, crime boss, and supervillain in New York as Peter Parker? Just because I can slug it out with the super-psychopaths doesn't mean Aunt May can, and it's not like my school's equipped to deal with revenge-obsessed supervillains. Trust me, that's already been stress tested, it didn't go well.
[He'll avoid joking any more about the color coding though- if anything, it's kind of convenient, and oddly satisfying to think about. It's a very organized way of doing things, plus it means if anybody ever forgets names they can just yell out for a specific color, right?]
...actually, speaking of things that don't go well, please don't go spreading this around, alright? If we really are on some crazy reality show, I cannot risk this getting out and anything happening to Aunt May. Or anyone else back home, for that matter. You can totally brag about saving Puny Parker from some horrible, giant mist monster if you want, just please leave out the superhero thing, okay?
[And that's about the complete summary of her frustration about that.
Pidge has to resist the very strong urge to cover her face with her hands. He's calling himself a superhero. Like in the comics. And to be fair, he does clearly have some form of superhuman powers since he was absolutely sticking to the ceiling and he's shooting spiderweb-like material out of his wrists and really it's all very curious.
Probably about as curious as being a teenager that got dragged into an intergalactic space war and became connected with a giant psychic robotic cat that combines with other giant psychic robotic cats to form an even more giant robotic space warrior.]
Look, first of all, assuming we really are on a reality show, the chances of the broadcast signal bypassing interdimensional or multi-universal lines are astronomically thin. And second of all, again assuming we really are on a reality show, you've probably already been caught on camera like this and had your cover totally blown. But hey, just in case neither of those things are true? Your secret's totally safe with me.
[Even if her tone is very, very dry and borderline sarcastic as she says that.]
I could say the same for whatever they used to kidnap everyone, but hey, here we are. And unless the universe's got way different priorities than Earth? Pretty sure being the puny science nerd is still basically stealth mode. It's easy to just stay under everyone's radar unless I actually want the attention.
[The tone doesn't go unnoticed, but...well, he's going to hope that's just Pidge's way of grudging agreement. Not like he can really do anything to keep Pidge from blabbing, anyway. So he'll just hop down from the ceiling and take a proper seat, since he's not sure exactly how long this flight's gonna take. Plus, still no familiar tingle to announce a surprise attack from their giant friend, so it's not like he has to stay on high alert.
Plus, he really needs the chance to just relax right now. He can already tell that once the adrenaline's totally gone, he's going to be all kinds of sore. Everywhere. So he'll just slump down and try to get as comfy as possible and just...let out a big exhale and try to take a breather.]
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Date: 2018-08-14 04:31 am (UTC)You're way more like a Human Spider-- Wait, did you seriously give yourself a whole alter-ego to go with this get up?!
[At least Pidge remains Pidge, both in and out of armor. Geez.]
And look, you're gonna have to take up the whole color-coded thing with Allura, I didn't choose this! [Yes she does like the color green and that certainly hasn't hurt things, but still.]
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Date: 2018-08-14 07:25 am (UTC)[It's probably saying a lot about where his priorities are that, as absolutely ridiculous as this entire scenario was, he was all kinds of grateful he could even have this absurd argument with somebody. Even if the timing could have been much, much better.]
And of course I did- what, you think I'm gonna cross every street hood, crime boss, and supervillain in New York as Peter Parker? Just because I can slug it out with the super-psychopaths doesn't mean Aunt May can, and it's not like my school's equipped to deal with revenge-obsessed supervillains. Trust me, that's already been stress tested, it didn't go well.
[He'll avoid joking any more about the color coding though- if anything, it's kind of convenient, and oddly satisfying to think about. It's a very organized way of doing things, plus it means if anybody ever forgets names they can just yell out for a specific color, right?]
...actually, speaking of things that don't go well, please don't go spreading this around, alright? If we really are on some crazy reality show, I cannot risk this getting out and anything happening to Aunt May. Or anyone else back home, for that matter. You can totally brag about saving Puny Parker from some horrible, giant mist monster if you want, just please leave out the superhero thing, okay?
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Date: 2018-08-17 06:32 am (UTC)[And that's about the complete summary of her frustration about that.
Pidge has to resist the very strong urge to cover her face with her hands. He's calling himself a superhero. Like in the comics. And to be fair, he does clearly have some form of superhuman powers since he was absolutely sticking to the ceiling and he's shooting spiderweb-like material out of his wrists and really it's all very curious.
Probably about as curious as being a teenager that got dragged into an intergalactic space war and became connected with a giant psychic robotic cat that combines with other giant psychic robotic cats to form an even more giant robotic space warrior.]
Look, first of all, assuming we really are on a reality show, the chances of the broadcast signal bypassing interdimensional or multi-universal lines are astronomically thin. And second of all, again assuming we really are on a reality show, you've probably already been caught on camera like this and had your cover totally blown. But hey, just in case neither of those things are true? Your secret's totally safe with me.
[Even if her tone is very, very dry and borderline sarcastic as she says that.]
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Date: 2018-08-20 05:40 am (UTC)[The tone doesn't go unnoticed, but...well, he's going to hope that's just Pidge's way of grudging agreement. Not like he can really do anything to keep Pidge from blabbing, anyway. So he'll just hop down from the ceiling and take a proper seat, since he's not sure exactly how long this flight's gonna take. Plus, still no familiar tingle to announce a surprise attack from their giant friend, so it's not like he has to stay on high alert.
Plus, he really needs the chance to just relax right now. He can already tell that once the adrenaline's totally gone, he's going to be all kinds of sore. Everywhere. So he'll just slump down and try to get as comfy as possible and just...let out a big exhale and try to take a breather.]
But, thanks. For the save, too. I owe you one.