Owner	Pose
Spider-Man	Spider-Man was on patrol. It had been a pretty routine night for him. He fought one of the goblins, he forgot which one, there were so many, he had stopped some muggers, a guy with a can of spray paint. It was red. He'd actually got some on his costume, but he was hoping nobody would notice. The darn stuff permeated the air, making it really hard to dodge. He was good, but he wasn't good enough to evade pressurised air. That stuff got everywhere. Taking a break from the patrol, he landed on a stone eagle outcropping. It was one of his favourite perches, since it reminded him of the film classic, the Maltese Falcon. He'd even once gone to the trouble of giving it a bit of polish so it shone a bit more than the other perches. It was his little touch of gentrification... on a shoestring budget. But it was totally the thought that counted.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine stretches at the door to Star Labs. She had awakened a few months ago from a 2-year coma with superpowers. She has spent a lot of time training with the scientists and other heroes associetad with it. She smiles faintly as she adjusts her helmet (which looks like a fighter-pilot helmet - maybe because it is), adjusts her blue costume with yellow stripes - and then takes off like a bat out of hell, running along the street. A blue streak with yellow lightning trailing would zoom down the streets, the yellow stripes on her costume starting to glow brightly. Wait - a BLUE costume? The main speedsters running around wear red or yellow. This electric streak is basically going back and forth - as if exploring - or getting a feel for the layout of the streets.
Spider-Man	Speedsters were an odd sight for someone like Spider-Man. From his vantage point, he was getting a view similar to planes that were coming in for a landing, not quite, but everything looked small and the scale was totally off. People didn't look like models, but more like toys, Barbie dolls, or whatever, except, you know, most people didn't look like Barbie, not with America's obesity rates. But anyway, seeing the blur of blue, Spider-Man wondered if it was Quicksilver, or Cobalt Blue, or Superman, or... well, there really wasn't a colour that wasn't being used by half a dozen people. It was moving fast, too fast for him, but he was hoping to see a pattern, and tried to swing his way towards an expected arrival, figuring he might investigate... assuming the blur didn't completely pass him by, once he got there.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine raises an eyebrow. Someone was chasing her. Swinging via webs. Spider-Man? How interesting. She tries to calculate where he would be going - and as he swings up to a building she changes course and just books it up the side of the building (not over the glass - she doesn't want to break the windows), and catches herself at the top and lands. She straightens up. Her blue costume has accents that look vaguely like some kind of military uniform, and her helmet looks like something a pilot would wear. There are bright glowing-yellow stripes on the costume. With a tinted visor and facemask, it's hiding her features. Definitely a her for speedster costumes are rather form-fitting. She hmmmmmmmms as she hopes this is where Spider-Man is arriving.
Spider-Man	Spider-Man lands on one of the flagpoles, hanging from it upside down, and dangling from his webline, "hi there, Chrysler Building's over there," and he gestured, "Broadway's that way on 42nd," he again gestured, "and you might want to check out Radio City Music Hall. Just getting a lay of the land?" He asked, curiously, trying to be friendly to the person he figured might be a new hero. "I'm Spider-Man." In case she had been living in a cave for the past few years. Then again, he was pretty sure J. Jonah Jameson could badmouth him to cave dwellers monthly.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine nods slowly. "Yeah..." she states. "I've heard of you. Read some of you in the time I was... away." She smiles faintly (of course not visible through the mask). "You can call me Peregrine. I'm just spreadings my wings, so to speak. My first run out in the city." She then asks, "So you saw me... I've lived here a while before - but it's the first time studying the city running along the streets.
Spider-Man	Spider-Man's mask was unusually emotive. The way his eyes would contract and expand. It wasn't a one for one parallel for his real emotions, but it seemed to be pretty easy to pick up on, and right now, he was happy she had heard of him, but also frustrated, and was almost rolling those eyes at the thought of what she might have heard. "Whatever you've read, or heard, or seen, from the Bugle is greatly exaggerated. J. Jonah really likes to paint me in a negative light, and that was before my stint with the black costume. It was so slimming, but definitely not worth the residuals. Peregrine, like the falcon?" He said it with emphasis on the l, like 'fall-con' rather than emphasis on the a, like 'fa-al-con'.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine smiles softly. "Yeah - something seemed fishy about the Bugle. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I didn't believe it. I don't remmeber a black costume - I was out of commission for a while." She hmmmmms. "And it seemed a good name for a speedster. The fastest animal." She hesitates. "Is the helmet too much? It has some tricks to it..." She taps it with a gloved finger. It's not huge, but it is rather noticable. "I mean, it's functional, and I'm rather used to them..."
Spider-Man	Spider-Man coughs a little, "yeah, you could say that. And nah, it looks good. Plus, over time, we all make adjustments to our costumes. I heard good things about Potter's over in the Kitchen," meaning Melvin Potter's Costume shop in Clinton, Hell's Kitchen.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine smiles faintly. "Oh? Yeah - speedster costumes have special requirements.... running a a thousand miles per hour has a lot of friction." She hmmmms softly. "Do you like swinging around the city like that?" she asks. "What would you do in the suburbs?" she finally asks, grinning.
Spider-Man	"Yeah, I prefer the city... but in the 'burbs, there are buses, trains, and you know, other ways of getting round... sometimes running... like, a lot." It was pretty obvious to anyone that Spider-Man, while hardly weak in the suburbs, definitely had an advantage anywhere he could swing, get some altitude. For a non-flyer, he was practically one when downtown, and actually far more agile than most fliers in that area.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine nods slowly. "I'm just getting the hang of this. Any advice for a new hero? I am used to a different kind of service to my country - this is new to me and all." She leans against the wall, looking down at the street below.
Spider-Man	Spider-Man says, "take it one day, one effort, at a time. And remember that Rome wasn't built in a day. A journey of a thousand steps begins with a single step. If you take a wrong step, well, you've still got nine hundred or so to get to the right place." He had messed up, messed up big, but she was new and looking for advice. "Oh, and be careful of the press. They love to colour things. At least, J. Jonah does when it comes to me."
Deanna Dove	Peregrine smiles faintly. "Yeah..." she murmurs. "There's some people I really don't want knowing who I am. A few very specific people. I'm afraid of what they'd do if they found out. So that's why I'm wearing the helmet." She ponders as she paces back and forth. "Have you had anyone find out who's under the mask that you didn't want knowing?"
Spider-Man	"It's something you can do your best with, but in the end, you can't control what happens. Sooner or later, it happens to everyone." He answered the first part of her question while dodging the second part, and we feeling a bit nervous about this. He didn't want to give her any information that could lead to his identity.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine nods slowly. "True..." she muses softly. She heard you not answer the question and your silence is deafening. Not a subject he wants to discuss. "What I need... is a day job..." she ponders. "I don't really know what to do with myself right now. I guess I could ask where I'm currently staying..." She sighs softly. "Life's complicated, I guess."
Spider-Man	"It gets that way. You should think about what your skills are, your interests, and find a job that suits them. But that's true with or without the mask. At first, you might have to take a placeholder job, just something to get you through a rough patch. But it's a lot easier to find a new job when you already have one, than if you don't. I know, it's counterintuitive, but it's been my experience..." the few times he has been employed, anyway.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine nods. "I suppose..." She smiles faintly. "I didn't intend this to be a 'get advice from Spider-Man' corner but it was very useful." She pondres. "Do you have any questions for me?" she finally asks, smiling softly. "Not sure I can answer, but I'll try."
Spider-Man	"I try not to delve too deeply into other heroes. I don't want to pry. We all have our secrets. It comes with the mask and the decoder ring. You did get the decoder ring, didn't you with your gift basket. Mix the penne, salami, and some cream, maybe some peas, and it's to die for." Spider-Man never got a gift basket, but he was pretending like he did for comedic sake.
Deanna Dove	Peregrine blinks. "Yeah - mine must've got lost in the mail or it went bad while I was sleeping." She shrugs as her watch beeps. "Probably not a bad way of going about things. But I have to run." She smiles faintly. "My... caretaker... is probably getting worried." She smiles. "Great to meet you, Spider-Man." And suddenly, Peregrine's a blur of motion, running DOWN the side of the building and away.