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Happy Holidays!

Thanksgiving.

What better way is there to spend it, but with family and friends, enjoying copious amounts of food and possibly some spiked eggnog on the side? Or perhaps, if you're less the family type, sifting through ads and planning out a shopping spree for Black Friday? Some stores, it seems, are even starting to open early so that there are people who spend Thanksgiving itself mobbing the retailers in search of material goods.

If anybody wanted to take a guess at how Dr. Otto Octavius is going to spend his Thanksgiving, the last option is a little closer to the mark. Except that he's not going to pay for what he's getting. Also his choice of where to shop seems to be a chemicals warehouse. The upside is that because of the holiday, there's only a lone security guard on site. At least there's not likely to be much in the way of casualties, although to his thinking it's a matter of there being nobody around to stop him or complicate matters. Unfortunately he's not the most subtle of thieves, and despite his best efforts there were some internal security alarms he couldn't cut in time to prevent them going off. Still, he's in and out as quickly as he can be, filling a heavy case with vials of various chemicals, most of which are used to make cleaning solvents. Ignoring the chime of the alarm going off, the very distant start of sirens, and the unconscious guard on the ground, Doc Ock emerges from the place on his actuators, case in hand and a smug expression on his face.

Take that, Harry Osborn. Dr. Otto Octavius can get what he needs just fine without your help.

Recovery and Reflection

Peter sagged back against the headboard, a ziplocked bag of ice pressed to his bruised ribs. It had been a little over a day since the incident with Ock and even with his advanced healing, it was going to take a bit longer than that for those cracks to mend themselves. At least he could breathe a littler easier now. Well, literally anyway.

There had been no word yet on Otto. All anyone had reported seeing that evening was Spider-Man swinging away from the wreckage of what had been an abandoned warehouse. Jonah of course, was speculating on what dastardly activities he could have been up to, though luckily for Peter his theories were still against public mood. For once, no one wanted to hear about the possibility that their hero was a fraud. It wouldn't last long, but for now he could make the most of it. There was enough to contend with without having the police breathing down his neck again.

Study guides for Connor's next exam were spread across his bed, neglected as Peter paid more mind to the radio on his bedside table. Eventually there would have to be a sighting. How long could a man with four metal arms hide in the country's most populated city?

Groaning, he wiped a hand over his face. This whole situation set his teeth on edge. There was no way he could just go out and start patrolling the city like this, but sitting here doing nothing was just as bad. Otto was out there now and Peter had no idea what he was up to. He turned to look at the door. Through the frosted glass he could see the outline of the payphone across the hall. Maybe he could try calling Harry again. He wouldn't pick up, but at least Peter could leave him a message, let him know to keep an eye out. Was it worth bothering? He thought about it for a moment and then got to his feet, grunting.

A few long seconds later, he was sliding a quarter into the slot and punching in Harry's number. Friend or not, it couldn't hurt to give him a heads up.

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Distractions

Following his run-in with Spider-man, Otto spends the rest of the afternoon in hiding, sulking and pulling webbing off his goggles. It's fortunate that the stuff decomposes relatively quickly. As he broods, though, his temper has time to cool. Parker is long gone- and injured, if the way he was moving at the last is any gauge, but he'll consider that just part of the long torture he and Harry have planned for him. He rolls globs of webbing between his fingers, picking his goggles clean, and thinks.

At dusk he makes his way cautiously across the city, to a far wealthier area, and then up by actuator as stealthily as he can manage. When Harry comes home, the study is dim, lights left off, but there's a bulky shape lounging on a leather couch, feet up on a footrest. The red lights of the actuators make lazy figure eights in the air, and the smoke from an expensive cigar (taken from a box on the bookshelf, stocked by Norman Osborn for his guests) perfumes the place. Otto is sitting in the dark, quite relaxed, one of his own arms flung across the back of the couch. The truth is he's put his feet up because his knee is aching from the fight today, but he looks very much at ease. Thanks to the actuators, he knows Harry is coming before the younger man even gets into the room, so he doesn't bother to lift his gaze from the middle distance. Apparently he's more interested in looking at nothing at all than at Harry, pensive, but he does give a mild nod. "Evening..."

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Upsetting encounter

It was inevitable that sooner or later, Spider-Man would find out Dr. Otto Octavius is still alive. (Alternate Link)

Current Location: OsCorp warehouse

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Planning Spider-Man's Doom

The Resurrection of Doc Ock.

Harry Osborn and Doc Ock hatch a plot (Alternate link)

OsCorp must have had dozens of warehouses and testing grounds, scattered throughout the states of New York and New Jersey, some more of a secret than others. This one bore the logo on the building, but the place didn't appear to be actively used, the security systems strictly electronic rather than human. It was a good security system, of course, state-of-the-art and designed by OsCorp for OsCorp. Of course, a few taps of the keys on Harry Osborn's laptop had been enough for Dr. Octavius to find out how to disable it, since Harry himself had so helpfully pulled up the data on the location. After a thorough check for human guards or any other form of a trap, the Doctor turned it off and let himself in, then spent a while longer looking over the security controls to make sure he'd be able to do the same later, even if Harry decided to rest the keycodes. It was, he thought, laughably simple of the boy to give him this kind of access. The other OsCorp warehouses could be visited later, at his leisure, and Harry need never even know...

Just as in the Osborn mansion, Dr. Octavius was quick to make himself at home, and by the time Harry arrived to meet him there he was stretching his metal limbs to test the strength of the catwalks and beams. If he'd taken the opportunity to investigate the tech stored in the warehouse, he'd hidden any signs of it well.

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OOC: Character list

Current Character list:

Peter Parker/Spider-Man -

parkerparkour
Harry Osborn/Green Goblin -

goblinjr
Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock -

pridegoeth

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OOC discussion post

It's been a while since I set something like this up, and I made

parkerparkour and

goblinjr both admin status because you two kind of talked me into this. I thought it'd be nice two threads we've each got going as a jumping-off point and maybe work it all into a storyline or something? I'd be happy to turn both threads into google docs or something for linking here and easy reference. I also wanted you both to have the ability to add/approve members if you find Marvel muses you want to bring into that.

Possibly I should not have set this up and made this post after a twelve-hour workday, I hope that kind of made sense. Feel free to reply here with whatever thoughts and ideas.