[1: Stare at the void and...it gives you a migraine. ]
[ Gwen wasn't feeling too great, staring out into the void as it rushed past, but she was curious. She wanted to know what was out there. Shapes swirled and changed, colors flashed, but it wasn't enough to go on. Not enough information to give her any clue.
All it did was make her head hurt, and that headache led to nausea. Mild nausea, sure, but enough so that she leans down some, head below the window frame and eyes closed as she fought both headache and stomach-ache. ]
...ooof.
[ That's it. That's all the girl with bleach blonde hair can muster. Just a groan. When she hears someone enter the car she's in, she speaks to them without looking. ]
Don't...ugh...don't look outside too long. You'll get motion sick.
[2: SPORTS! ALL THE SPORTS...balls. ]
[ It wasn't Gwen that opened the cabinets. She didn't want to know what was in them just yet. What she wanted was to see if she knew anyone else on board, so she's taken to doing as much wandering as possible. Unfortunately, that means wandering into the train car with the cabinets. Seeing someone reach up for the latch, something in her head buzzes just slightly. Not a full on DANGER RUN MOVE GET AWAY, more a gentle 'this will be interesting'. ]
I wouldn't open ---
[ Too late. Whoever it is opened the cabinets and now there are tennis balls and golfballs and something that looks like a Quaffle bouncing around the cabin. Gwen has jumped backwards onto a crate, landing in a spider-like crouch and watching the balls roll around the floor, more of them falling out of the cabinet as the train rocks too and fro every so lightly. ]
Okay...well...let's start cleaning this up before someone gets hurt, I guess.
[ This may not be a mess she's responsible for, but she's certainly going to help fix it. It's just what she does. ]
Gwen Stacy: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - OTA
[ Gwen wasn't feeling too great, staring out into the void as it rushed past, but she was curious. She wanted to know what was out there. Shapes swirled and changed, colors flashed, but it wasn't enough to go on. Not enough information to give her any clue.
All it did was make her head hurt, and that headache led to nausea. Mild nausea, sure, but enough so that she leans down some, head below the window frame and eyes closed as she fought both headache and stomach-ache. ]
...ooof.
[ That's it. That's all the girl with bleach blonde hair can muster. Just a groan. When she hears someone enter the car she's in, she speaks to them without looking. ]
Don't...ugh...don't look outside too long. You'll get motion sick.
[2: SPORTS! ALL THE SPORTS...balls. ]
[ It wasn't Gwen that opened the cabinets. She didn't want to know what was in them just yet. What she wanted was to see if she knew anyone else on board, so she's taken to doing as much wandering as possible. Unfortunately, that means wandering into the train car with the cabinets. Seeing someone reach up for the latch, something in her head buzzes just slightly. Not a full on DANGER RUN MOVE GET AWAY, more a gentle 'this will be interesting'. ]
I wouldn't open ---
[ Too late. Whoever it is opened the cabinets and now there are tennis balls and golfballs and something that looks like a Quaffle bouncing around the cabin. Gwen has jumped backwards onto a crate, landing in a spider-like crouch and watching the balls roll around the floor, more of them falling out of the cabinet as the train rocks too and fro every so lightly. ]
Okay...well...let's start cleaning this up before someone gets hurt, I guess.
[ This may not be a mess she's responsible for, but she's certainly going to help fix it. It's just what she does. ]