[ 01. ] [It's weird to be leaving one area only to suddenly find herself somewhere entirely alien. It's disorientating and actually leaves her dizzy, a feat that's hard to accomplish all things considered. She's just thankful she'd already changed out of her costume before this happened. She can play the confused, lost girl that she truly is. Only it turns out these guys know who she is. How?
She wants them to answer questions but they rush her out after giving the briefest of explanations along with a folder. She was going to have to burn this, if anyone else got their hands on it could be a mess for her. At first she still thinks she's back on her Earth but once she grows used to the sun outside she realizes how wrong she is.]
Whoa. [Hover cars? That's certainly not a thing back home. She slips off her pack and shoves the folder in, for now it'd be safest there.]
Do I get to drive one of those? [She's speaking out loud, to no one in particular. But seriously, hover car! That's just cool.]
[ 04-ish. (as Spider-Woman) ] [She's long since settled in and decided that Florida wasn't her scene. She needed taller buildings so, for the moment, she was calling De Chima home. It was a quiet city but she still found stuff to do while out on patrol.
She decided she didn't want to make the same mistake as back home, making her presence so well known that the popularity went to her head. She knew where that road would lead and didn't want to repeat it. It didn't matter if heroes were seen as celebrities here, she wanted to avoid that kind of attention if at all possible. Although, it was all very tempting. Registered but low key probably the best way to go.
She'd taken up a spot on the side of a building, watching a few kids play when the sound of sirens and a revving engine. From her perch she could see it perfectly and it was definitely all headed toward her. Quickly jumping into action she dropped to the street and began fashioning a large web to catch the car before turning to get the kids out of the way, just in case the webbing doesn't hold for whatever reason.]
Gwen Stacy | Spider-Woman | Marvel-TRN448 (even though i can't app her yet /sob)
[It's weird to be leaving one area only to suddenly find herself somewhere entirely alien. It's disorientating and actually leaves her dizzy, a feat that's hard to accomplish all things considered. She's just thankful she'd already changed out of her costume before this happened. She can play the confused, lost girl that she truly is. Only it turns out these guys know who she is. How?
She wants them to answer questions but they rush her out after giving the briefest of explanations along with a folder. She was going to have to burn this, if anyone else got their hands on it could be a mess for her. At first she still thinks she's back on her Earth but once she grows used to the sun outside she realizes how wrong she is.]
Whoa. [Hover cars? That's certainly not a thing back home. She slips off her pack and shoves the folder in, for now it'd be safest there.]
Do I get to drive one of those? [She's speaking out loud, to no one in particular. But seriously, hover car! That's just cool.]
[ 04-ish. (as Spider-Woman) ]
[She's long since settled in and decided that Florida wasn't her scene. She needed taller buildings so, for the moment, she was calling De Chima home. It was a quiet city but she still found stuff to do while out on patrol.
She decided she didn't want to make the same mistake as back home, making her presence so well known that the popularity went to her head. She knew where that road would lead and didn't want to repeat it. It didn't matter if heroes were seen as celebrities here, she wanted to avoid that kind of attention if at all possible. Although, it was all very tempting. Registered but low key probably the best way to go.
She'd taken up a spot on the side of a building, watching a few kids play when the sound of sirens and a revving engine. From her perch she could see it perfectly and it was definitely all headed toward her. Quickly jumping into action she dropped to the street and began fashioning a large web to catch the car before turning to get the kids out of the way, just in case the webbing doesn't hold for whatever reason.]
[ WILDCARD. ]
[Throw whatever at me.]