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[onstandby]

Dear journal, and all of you who also read these entries;

During one of my many walks through the city as a way to clear my mind and think of how to promote the spirit of revolution, I found myself facing what can only be described as a most adorable cuddly ball of flesh and fur. Taken in by its powerful eyes and fiery spirit, I have decided to bring Marie Antoinette with me: he is now the provisional second-in-command for New Moore's Joui forces, until I am once again reunited with Elizabeth.





Isn't that just adorable??

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[unmasking]

I'm working as a webdesigner for a newspaper.

[arachnologist]

Hm. No comment on the obvious joke.

That said, okay, okay. Congratulations. Sounds like an interesting gig.

[unmasking]

... I just missed the most obvious joke of my life for about a year and a half. I've let myself down.

[arachnologist]

.... Peter, seriously?

Webdesigner?

[arachnologist]

Oh my god.

[unmasking]

I know, I know, I should hang up my snappy one-liners day and throw in the towel. Whatever will I do with myself?

[arachnologist]

Hire a writer.

[unmasking]

But then I'd be one step away from being Tobey Maguire, and trust me, he can't play me.

[arachnologist]

Wow. I think that was the most unsubtle hint I could have dropped without just saying it, and it still went over your head.

PS, you're way cooler than Tobey Maguire.

[unmasking]

No, other Peter still needs you for that.

And I know! But he still played me. Saving his butt while he wore my costume was annoying, too.

[arachnologist]

I don't write his one-liners. Those are all him. Believe me.

Oh my god, what? That actually happened?

[unmasking]

It actually happened. I mean, his name was ... not Peter Parker, obviously, unless they've done a remake already. You'd have to ask Gwen. Not you. Other Gwen.

[arachnologist]

That's -- I'm ... horrified? I'm not really sure! That must have been surreal, even for the things you normally go through. How did, uh, Tobey take it? Being rescued, I mean.

[unmasking]

I think he wet himself. I can't remember. Doc Ock kind of took me on a vacation to Brazil not too long after.

[arachnologist]

Huh. Wow. There's a lot of questionable things about that sentence. I'm not really sure where to start.

[unmasking]

Well, spoilers, getting back from Brazil in time so your aunt doesn't find out your enemy (though not archenemy, that's all Norman Osborn's job) decided to take you to Brazil is pretty much the worst thing ever. And almost impossible.

[arachnologist]

I'm torn between wanting to ask how upset she was, and why an enemy took you to Brazil at all. Can I go with both?

[unmasking]

Almost impossible, but not actually impossible. I ended up flying in the luggage compartment of another pair of planes, including one stint inside of a suitcase, which I guess says how very tiny I actually am, and dashing home in time to find out that ... my Gwen had found out I was Spider-Man. So, at least part of it ended well.