15447/Street Eats

Street Eats
Date of Scene:	09 August 2023
Location:	New Lots, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Gwen and Miles.
Cast of Characters:	Ghost Spider, Kid Arachnid

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Ghost Spider has posed:
The evening sky over Brooklyn casts a purplish hue, with city lights starting to come alive. Between the looming buildings, a distinctive silhouette dances, swinging with elegant dexterity. Ghost Spider, with the momentum of a pendulum, weaves her way through the concrete canyons, the wind rustling her hood as she goes. Her web-lines glisten in the dusky light as they catch the last rays of the setting sun, creating transient bridges between the skyscrapers.

As she perches atop a graffiti-covered water tower, Gwen takes a moment to absorb the city's soundscape: the distant hum of traffic, faint melodies from street musicians, and the chatter of New Yorkers enjoying the cool evening. The city feels alive, and she's its beating heart, pulsing with energy.

Reaching behind her back, Gwen retrieves her phone from a specially designed pocket in her suit. She quickly taps a message, the blue glow of her screen reflecting in her mask's white lenses.

"Hey Miles, up for some street eats?"
"I'm by that taco truck near the mural."
"Could grab something and meet you somewhere."

Three messages sent in quick succession, and then she waits.

Gwen didn't spend a lot of time in any one particular borough. She sort of floated around all over as she was needed, but it was even rarer for her to reach out to Miles and invite him out for food. Something was up.

And that something probably wasn't hard to figure out. Between Peter being man-hunted by the police, and Rhino and Juggernaut tearing up an armored truck, there was a lot going on.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
In some ways, Miles Morales is still trying to get a handle on all of this.

Sure, that includes finding a way to balance everything going on in his life. His college studies, his art and of course, being Kid Arachnid. Peter Parker might have given him his first web-shooter, might have shown him a few things, but there have been a lot of things that Miles more or less had to work out all on his own. It has been... a learning experience, admittedly. He's not ashamred to admit that.

Even know he isn't quite as comfortable in mid air as Peter or Gwen. So when the texts sound on his phone, he redirects himself to the wall of the nearest building, clinging there as he goes to check them out.

At least he's finally got a grasp on the whole sticking thing. No more clinging to things when he doesn't want to and failing to do the same when he really needs to be able to climb walls or hang from a ceiling. Mastering that was definitely something of a relief.

>Sup?
>Food would be great. The taco truck rules.
>Be there in 10.

Then he is airborn again, pushing off the building and taking flight, swinging through the city. It took some getting used to, learning to navigate without having to necessarily worry about the streets below. But it definitely saves a heck of a lot of time. And it is hard to beat New York for swinging.

True to his word it isn't much more then ten minutes exactly before Kid Arachnid's telltale uniform can be seen, winging it's way closer and closer to that water tower. A few of the graffiti art pieces there are even his, quickly claimed the last time the city went on a painting spree and covered up what had been there. Not his best work certainly, and just a small space -- unlike some of those he's claimed thanks to his abilities. Still, it's nice to see and at the very last he releases his webline at the height of his swing, flying the last fifteen feet through the air to land on atop the towel, not that far away from Gwen.

"Hey."

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Hey, Spider-Boy."

Gwen even says it with that playfully taunting lilt that you might expect from a fellow Spider. Being 'one of the bitten' was not for the weak. Even if the radioactive spider bite or the giant mutants trying to destroy New York didn't kill you, you still had to put up with relentless teasing from your fellow Spiders. It just sort of came with the territory. Besides, it both helped develop a thick skin /and/ practice one-liners for when the real fighting happens.

Once Miles had agreed to meet her, she'd simply settled in, sitting her rump down on the tower, leaning back on her hands, and planting her feet together out in front of her with her knees a little bent. Her hood has sunk back a little from her skill-masked face, but she seems to be enjoying watching over Brooklyn from this vantage point.

"I still like your work." It was Miles's handiwork that she'd swung in above and planted herself right on top of. "It's yours, right? It looks like yours. I'm not exactly a graffiti expert."

Gwen was... a lot of things. She was working on her PhD in biochemistry, working part time at Alchemax as a low-wage research assistant, supplementing her income with modeling (usually photo shoots or runway jobs that mostly benefited charities but still paid), /and/ she was still drumming for the Mary Janes. Plus, she was Ghost Spider. So, she always had a lot going on. Taking time out to meet up with Miles meant something.

There's a little tilt of her head, and those big, white, expressive eyes squint a little in what is definitely a smile.

"Wha'cha been up to?"