4434/Coincidental Collision

Coincidental Collision
Date of Scene:	19 December 2020
Location:	City Docks
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Miles Morales, Kamala Khan

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Miles Morales has posed:
The day was so, so good!

Miles had discovered he aced his physics test, - like there was ever any doubt - AND got accepted to his school's academic decathlon. Life is sweeeet! Of course, his life as Spider-Man is going pretty good too, but Miles is currently not worried about that. He's still trying to balance his double life, but he's doing better than most.

He's walking down the street, wearing jeans, some nike shoes, and a red shirt with a black jacket around it. He has some beats by dre playing music in his ears, seemingly a remix of the song 'what's up danger'. Of course, his eyes are closed and he seems to be having a jam session as he moves his fingers and bops a bit to the beat.

This also means he has no clue where he's going.

Kamala Khan has posed:
"Yeah, I've got to go by and pick up Abu's medication, but I'll see you later okay?" Kamala slaps palms with Jamal, her neighbor and all around best friend, once, twice, then fist bumps. The two part ways as they're leaving school. Kamala going one way towards the little pharmacy not far from her apartment and Jamal in the other towards their apartment complex.

She's wearing capre pants with fur lined boots, a Captain America T-Shirt and a big grin fuzzy jacket with a hood over her dark hair and wooly hat with a Captain Marvel bolt on the front. She has no double life, only a single life, that mostly involves getting in trouble. Not that she is, by nature, a trouble maker... only that she's 16 and her dad is over protective. So when she comes in late because she broke up a drug deal with mysterious super heroes...

It's really hard to explain.

Impossible to explain.

So she's grounded until well after she turns 30.

Like Miles, she's letting her focus drift. Eyes aren't closed, but she's staring up at the clear sky with a grin and definitely not looking where she's going.

Miles Morales has posed:
If Kamala doesn't move, Miles is going to run straight into her.

He's too much in his own world, even lip syncing and occasionally actually-singing the lyrics. Yes, some nerdy kid singing someone's music would make the author proud, hands down. He doesn't even notice Kamala-who-has-a-super-protective-dad coming his way.

3...

2...

1...

BOOM! head on impact that is probably forehead to forehead unless Kamala gets a mind to move out of the way.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala has no mind.

Or too many mind like the Nabutada said.

She's not paying any attention to her surroundings, trusting in Jersey to have a sixth sense about itself to prevent such calamity as two teenagers running head first into one another. What's worse, she doesn't have the excuse of listening to music to fall back on!

Only stupid grinning memories of ALMOST getting to meet superheroes and Accidentally heroicing.

For which she was grounded.

And is now smacking forehead to forehead with Miles. "OUI!"

Right onto her butt when she slips in the packed snow.

"Oh... Owie owie!"

Miles Morales has posed:
Talk about a collision.

Miles falls right on his rear end after the head to head collision, his spidey-sense for some reason not picking up Kamala as a danger, likely just meaning Miles is clumsy since Kamala wasn't seeking to actually hurt him. All the same, Miles's headphones get nocked down to his neck as he shakes his head. "Oww..."

Then he notices who he ran into.

"Oh crap. I'm so, so so so sorry. Are you alright?" Miles gets up, attempting to walk over the packed snow to try and help Kamala back to her feet. The effort possibly knocking both of them over.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Even with her powers, or precisely because of them, Kamala is clumsy personified. Her bones aren't solid 100% of the time and so they stretch when she doesn't intend for them to or bend when it is inconvenient. It makes simple actions like standing up, something people take for granted, rather comical to behold.

Add into this equation someone trying to help her stand?

And that someone being Miles?

This is awkward.

So while she is able to get her feet beneath her, she finds herself tumbling forward into the snow a half second later when she over extends her arm, which bends awkwardly boneless, and trips her up. "Oh no, this... no, not right now..."

Surely another teenager with suddenly super, can appreciate the exagerated means by which those suddenly powers can go out of their way to ruin their day.

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles attempts to help Kamala up, though he watches with a bit of shock as her arm seems to bend in ways that it -definitely- should not be bending. "Whoa!" Miles says as she trips herself up and manages to at least kind of work to get her bearings.

"You...stretch?" Miles questions Kamala, curious and...pretty much confused.

Of course, Miles has literally no room to talk, being Spider-Man 2.0, but still, he doens't look at her as if she's some kind of freak, but with genuine curiosity and amazement. "Uhm, here, uh...is there a way I can help without making you stretch back to the ground?"

Kamala Khan has posed:
This is such an awkward moment for her.

Kamala is standing there with her arm drooping down nearly to the sidewalk like a hot piece of cheese off the end of a fresh slice of pizza, absolutely mortified staring at Miles...

Her arms snaps back right as she scampers to her feet, dusting herself off with a rapid twist of her head looking side to side to make sure as few people as humanly possible had seen her stretching capabilities. "Yes.. kind of.. uh...it's.. weird. I should-" Thumbs over her shoulder, stress and anxiety only making her control worse.

The thumbs over her shoulders are /huge/, like way bigger than they should be. Frowning so deeply. It's like that dream where you're giving a speech in class, but when you get up there you're naked, only she's Stretch Armstrong and standing on a sidewalk. "I... should go.."

Run. away. Kamala.

Miles Morales has posed:
So awkward.

Her arm is literally going from shoulder to floor right now and his eyes are just kinda wide, even as Kamala attempts to make a getaway at -some point- in this conversation, Miles seems to be very calm at the moment. Which is kinda scary, actually. But he helps her up all the ame even as she looks around like she is worried she gonna get caught for having drugs or something.

....hopefully she doesn't have drugs. He doesn't want to arrest her if she's carrying anything illegal! Spider-Man arrests are normal! SHH!

He notices her thumb getting huge and his eyes widen even more, if that's possible.

"Uhm...your thumb does, uhm, not look alright." he comments. "Do you need to go to a doctor?"

Kamala Khan has posed:
"What?" Kamala looks at her thumb and covers it with an equally oversized hand, squeezing her eyes shut in the process.. "I swear I'm not having an allergic reaction or anything it's just..." She doesn't actually have an answer to that. How to explain her powers, "It'll be okay, I'm okay... Thank you for helping me up, sorry I knocked you over... love your shoes."

Love your shoes.

Dark eyes open... lips pressed together.. but at least all her body parts are normal sized now.

"I should go.." Voice super soft.

Miles Morales has posed:
"As long as you think you're okay, I mean, I don't know if stretching like that is -super- normal, but I like to think I'm a scientist." Then she says she loves his shoes. "Oh, thank you? I mean, I like my shoes too, these bad boys are great." Miles takes great pride in his kicks.

But when she informs him she should go, Miles reaches for her as if to try and stop her. "Nonono, its okay! Its okay. Uhm, I'm Miles." He extends his hand to her then. Its nice to know not everyone thinks you're a freak if you show some interesting talents.

"Miles Morales." He adds his surname.

Kamala Khan has posed:
This is not Kamala's wheelhouse.

Okay, this is absolutely her wheelhouse.

Being awkward in everyday situations is sort of her gimmick... So it's fair to say she's precisely where she needs to be. "No, probably not explicitly normal from a socially acceptable point of view, but I like to think that the abnormalities are what seperate us individuals.. I stretch..."

She coughs into her hand when he reache sout for her arm to stop her hasty retreat into the great voids of Jersey City.

"Miles... you're Miles. I'm Kamala..." A smile curls the corners of her mouth, "Khan. Kamala Khan."

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles smirks. "Well, that depends on your definition of socially acceptable. There's a lot of things that used to be socially unacceptable that are becoming socially acceptable." Miles counters with a bit of a smile. "Depends on where you are and who you're with, I'd say." he chuckles, though she introduces herself.

Which makes him smile wide.

"Khan? Like Genghis Khan? Man, I think you win when it comes to awesome names." he chuckles.

Kamala Khan has posed:
Kamala scratches the side of her head, right below her beanie, but cannot deny the logic in what Miles is saying. Nodding with a little grin, "I suppose that what you're saying is ultimately true, but I still feel like the things that make us individuals were good even before society said they were? I don't know, I'm waxing on philosophically at this point." Swatting the idea out of the air.

Because Genghis Khan is mentioned, "I like to picture more like Captain Kirk screaming on his knees, Khan, but yes... I do have a pretty awesome name. I'll let Abu know you think so." Once it's clear she doesn't need to run, that Miles is a little more accepting than she'd have initially given him credit, she's obviously more comfortable.

"I don't think we're related to Genghis Khan though." Which, just as obviously, isn't what Miles meant.

Miles Morales has posed:
"I mean, I agree. But the things that make us individuals arn't always good, hence why society can be wrong. For example, if someone is unique in that they could kill people instantly, and society called them good, would the loss of life justify it as good?" He questions. Though he eventually catches himself.

"Erm....sorry, I guess that's full on philosophical." he laughs. "Ah man, I remember that. I liked how they switched it between Kirk and Spock for the new movies. Fun stuff." he says with a big 'ole grin. But then he gets called. "Ah man, I have to get some eggs for mi madre." he switches into Spanish somewhat easily.

"I have to scram. But uh, do you come around here often? I'd like to meet you again."

Kamala Khan has posed:
"I.. guess I never considered that my unique abilities would be compared to spontanious combustion of individuals as a metric of my own individuality..." Kamala says with a laugh, glancing around rubbing the back of her neck. "I think we can all agree that instantly killing people would be universally uncool." Philosophical or otherwise!

"Oh yeah absolutely! I know we live in the era of the reboot, but I really liked the way they did it so self aware in the Star Trek movies, you know?" Geeking out a little is fun!

Bobbing her head rapidly at Miles with a grin, "Oh, yeah, I live right around here so I'm always coming this way... I mean not this specific way, but that way.." Pointing in the direction she'd come. Now wondering how many times they'd just almost met, but were going in the same direction because they got on the subject of hypotheticals.. "Maybe we'll run into each other again... hopefully not literally next time."

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles smiles at Kamala as she mentions the trek movies. "Horrifically uncool." he agrees. "But I thought it was really cool how Spock was talking to Spock a lot, totally breaking the rules...or at least finding a loophole." he smirks.

"So you -do- come here often." he laughs, like he just said the worst pick up line -ever-. "But I'm hoping we will." Miles laughs. "Adios!" He waves to Kamala as he sprints off, noticeably in the direction of the nearest grocery store.