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WHO: Normie Osborn and You!
WHERE: All over; locations specified in starters
WHEN: March
WHAT: Normie's trying to get used to his new life
WARNINGS: None, will edit as needed

01. Nonah - Around Residence 004

[He didn't set out to build a goblin glider.

At least, not at first. It was originally an attempt to figure out how this world's hovering technology worked. However, when he found out that this was a guarded industry secret, he gave it up for the time being and started to learn about the steam engines certain cars used instead. The problem was, he could only learn so much by reading about them. He was the type who learned through reverse engineering and trial and error.

And that's where the glider came in.

He needed something to put a steam engine in, and between his brief (better left forgotten) career as the Green Goblin and Phil's, he'd built or modified enough goblin gliders that even without the blueprints, the design was familiar enough that he was able to reproduce it from memory. Sure, it might not have been an exact replica of the ones back home, but everything worked properly, and that's all that mattered. Getting the steam engine to work in the glider proved a challenge, but after a few sleepless nights, Normie finally got the hydraulics to stop leaking and frying the circuit board, and the glider was ready to take to the skies.

Which is exactly what he was doing on this night, as well as the past few nights. The glider itself isn't exactly something he'd show off to people (or even use beyond testing), but he sees no reason in making the outer shell look polished if the device didn't work. Besides looking like a typical glider's ugly cousin, it also doesn't have the signature horned mask head in the front. Normie's aware of how bad this might look, and had tried to make the glider look less like he's about to go terrorize a Parker on a bridge somewhere (but really, it just looks like a goblin glider without a mast, so he failed).

Keeping himself attached to the glider by specially designed magnets on his shoes, Normie just pilots the machine around the perimeter of his backyard at first, maneuvering it in small circles a few inches off the ground to make sure everything's still working before bringing the glider straight up a few feet, his body perpendicular to the ground below before he evens himself out. Nervous he might still be visible despite the darkness, he goes a little higher before attempting to push the glider's limits, speeding across his neighborhood in a giant circle. When he's satisfied the glider can handle it, he lands back in his backyard, but not before doing a loop-de-loop in the air for good measure.

He's taken precautions to not be seen during his testing: doing it at night, wearing all black, designing the glider to be as quiet as possible, but even with all of that, he's still probably not as stealthy as he'd hoped.]

02. Maurtia Falls - The streets

[Ever since Clark Kent had mentioned the thrift shops in Maurtia Falls to him, Normie found himself venturing out there first whenever he's on the hunt for some old, busted electronics. He has found they typically had a good selection, were inexpensive, and that any sort of damage the machines might have were cosmetic. Sure, he can buy the parts he needed, but this way he not only saves money, he's able to learn more about this world's technology by disassembling them (there are obviously exceptions, parts Normie refuses to compromise on by salvaging it from other units, but whatever he can salvage he does).

In this particular outing, Normie is done for the day, and is somehow precariously balancing a stereo, a microwave, and a computer tower in his arms, to say nothing of the two cloth shopping bags containing who knows what hanging from one arm. Though he doesn't appear to be too worried about dropping anything, he also can't see very well in front of him, doing his best by craning his neck around the side of the tower of junk and attempting to maneuver around anyone else on the street.

Careful, or he might bump into you.]

03. Heropa - A cafe

[One of the perks of his job as a Family Genealogy Researcher is that he's not stuck in an office all day, as often the research takes him out to various libraries and government offices. Rather than return to his office when he's done, he instead finds the nearest cafe, parks at an empty table, pulls out his laptop and any sort of notes he'd written down, and gets to work filling out various client's genealogy charts (after he pays for a coffee and a pastry, of course. Both of which he's careful to keep away from both his laptop and his papers).

He always tries to do this after the lunch rush, though he's not always successful. He might be hogging one of the cafe's larger tables, or perhaps he's asking to use the plug near your foot for his laptop cord, or maybe he's actually managed to knock his coffee all over his table, pulling his laptop away to safety in time, but not his notes.]

04. All over - The library

[Another place Normie finds himself visiting with frequency are the local libraries. If he's not looking through public records, he's at the microform machine looking at old newspapers. He's at the one in Nonah so often people have actually confused him for a librarian (even though he isn't, if he can help, he does). Often, when he finishes gathering the information he needs, he can be found wandering the shelves for a bit before leaving, taking a particular interest in the Science Fiction and Fantasy, Graphic Novel, Mystery, and Nonfiction sections, as well as the DVDs.

And because Normie apparently can't get enough of the library (no, really, he could, he just thought it would be a nice gesture), he's teaching a Genealogy workshop in each of the major libraries in the Porter cities. The blurb on the libraries bulletin boards and inside their newsletters reads:

Researching your family tree may appear daunting, but thanks to the Internet it has never been easier. Learn how to utilize search engines and other free resources to uncover your ancestry.
If you catch him teaching one of these workshops, you'll see him explaining each of the resources in what he hopes is an engaging manner, though some of his explanations might be a little too technical in the earlier classes, and he has to stop to clarify several times. He'll also stay as late as needed, answering any questions any stragglers might have.]

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Um, sort of. Just a second. Right before your microwave hit my head I realized where it was meant to go.

[Riku holds the package out in front of him in both hands. Beneath the box on the ground, a hole opens up, not a physical one but almost a tear in space, and he drops the box into the hole. It closes as it swallows the paper-covered package.]

Its recipient will find it on their doorstep. Now, then.

Aw man I'm sorry about that aga--

[And then the guy opens up a hole in the sidewalk and drops the package into it.]

Okay that was awesome.

You think so? Hah, it's not exactly something I'm proud to have. Gets the job done, so I use it, but still...

[He smiles weakly, then holds out his hands.]

Here, I'll take something.

You just opened up what looked like a wormhole and dropped a package in it. How is that not awesome?

[Picks the microwave off the stereo, then hands the stereo to Riku.]

I couldn't in good conscience give you the microwave. Thanks.

[Puts the microwave on top of the tower and picks those up. Oh look, he can actually see now.]

I'm Norman, by the way.

It's, uh... not a power you'd describe as a hero's. I can use it as a result of working with dark powers for too long. And the inside of them is dangerous.

[He smiles gently, cradling the stereo under one arm.]

Riku. Nice to meet you, under the circumstances.

Not everyone gets to be Captain America. Don't you think it matters more what you do with it than where it came from?

[As someone currently bonded to what is known to most people as a psychotic alien symbiote, he can relate.]

Same. You sure you're okay?

Yeah, that's true. [He's not sure he knows who Captain America is, though.] And it does come in handy.

No, I'm fine. I've taken worse bumps than that.

I can only imagine. Does it only work on objects or people too?

[Finds himself chuckling despite the situation.]

I still can't believe I hit someone in the head with a microwave. I thought that only happened in movies.

It works on both, but it's damaging to people without the proper gear, so... right now it's objects only.

[He smiles gently, shifting his grip on the stereo.]

Well, ideas in movies have to come from somewhere, so... guess now we know where.

What kind of gear do you need?

From idiots like me. [He smiles to show he's (mostly) joking.]

Well... I'm sure you're aware of the concept of 'soul'. Where I came from, it's called a heart. The Realm of Darkness is dangerous for the heart. I'd need something made to combat the darkness. Which... I had, but it's at home.

[He lets out a little laugh, nodding.] I guess so. Now, where to?

[Hmmm...] So basically you need a kind of armor. Do you know what materials you used back home?

I'm actually from Nonah, so the porter. I hope you're registered.

No. I was given a coat by a friend that would ward off the effects, but I have no idea what it was made of. Some kind of leather, I guess. And I've heard there's actual armor, but I've never seen it. The old Keyblade Masters used it.

[He blinks, then nods again.] Yeah, no problem. It'd be hard to do my job if I weren't.

I used to make some tech for a friend back home. If you ever figure out what kind of material you'd need, I could probably whip something up for you.

Just checking. For all I know you could sit on your couch and send packages to California.

Hm... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks. [He smiles at the implication that he could sit on his ass all day. Technically he could, but...] It's easiest if I know the area already.

No problem. Truth be told I've been itching to try something a little more complicated than [Shrugs his arms to indicate the electronics in his hand.]. These aren't the first of their kind coming back with me.

Fair enough.

Hm. What kind of stuff do you normally make? Gadgets, I guess, but what kind of thing? [He shifts the stereo a little, adjusting his stride so he can step over an anthill instead of crushing it.]

My friend was a superhero, so anything he needed to help him take down the bad guys. Smoke bombs, capsules with bolas in them, gloves that can discharge an electric shock, masks with special eye lenses, body armor that can be hidden in his costume... the giant floating skateboard.

"Giant floating skateboard?" [He can't help his grin -- Sora would love that.]

It's not exactly the same thing, but similar concept. It's a big hoverboard with special shoes so you can't fall off.

If I could reach my phone, I'd show you the in progress pictures.

Well, show me when we get to wherever it is we're going.

True!

It's not ready for trials yet, but once I finish it you're certainly welcome to take it for a spin if you're interested. It's the least I could do to repay you for this.

What? Heh. You're pretty trusting.

Hardly. But I do like to think that I'm a judge of character. I'm pretty sure we've talked before, on the network, and if you are the same Riku, you seem like someone I can trust. At the very least with my Glider.

Yeah, that's me. Actually, I don't think there are any other people named Riku here. You go by Normie, then? [It sounds like a nickname.]

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