Owner	Pose
Miles Morales	"HELLO NEW YORK CITY!" Screamed at the top of his lungs in cheer, Miles Morales was falling from the Empire state building. He holds his arms wide as freefall captures him. He holds his arms out just before he hits the ground and a white line of some kind of sticky fluid exits a device on his wrist and it causes him to swing with momentum. "WOOHOOO!" He holws into the night again. It was dark and difficult to see who was making that noise. It can only be one: Spider-Man. This one didn't look like the normal one. The usual guy wears reds and blues. This guy wears a lot of black and red and...is that a jacket? Spider-Man runs along the side of the building with a wide grin on his face, even as he leaps off of it and glides his feet along a roof. His mom texted him. 5 hours ago. "Crap, crap, crap!" Miles starts typing like his life was on the line: it was.
Roxxi Smith	Roxxi spent most of the day riding the train, up and down the various lines of the subway, just zoning out with earbuds in. Finally she emerged, slinging her backpack in place. A flicker of motion and an energetic 'woohoo' grabbed her quick-silver attention span. With a grin of her own, she started to jog and follow the movement of the Spider-man. While unable to shoot webbing, she was nimble and quick.      For a moment it seemed Roxxi had lost her querry. She retraced her steps, and shimmied up the fire escape of a nearby building. She sat down on the edge of the building's roof with a pout. "Dang it." She started,peering down at her left hand. Just then, a voice sounded nearby. She shifted and smiled brightly at then jacket wearing Spider-man and he typed on his cell. "Oh, hi!"
Miles Morales	Miles jumps at the sudden noise to his right. His phone goes into the air, then bounces off scrambling hands in multiple failed efforts to actually catch the thing. Finally, he just thwips it and brings it to his hand, taking off the strong webbing and taking a deep breath. Anxiety's a real thing! Strangers on rooftops were unexpected notions. "Uh, hi!" He waves a gloved hand, his fingers covered in red, webbed gloves. "How did you get up here? I didn't see anybody when I was doing the ole swingin'."
Roxxi Smith	Roxxi smiles puckishly and watches curiously. Her grin widens as Miles manages to re-capture his phone. To answer his question, Roxxi hooks her thumb over her shoulder towards the fire escape she'd climbed. "Easy peasy. But how did /you/ do it? By swinging?" Her voice an exuberant mix of disbelief and excitement.
Miles Morales	"Uhhhh...well, it's way more complicated than that, but that's an oversimplification there." He gestures to hiswrists. "These are web shooters. Bio-degradable. They stick to objects and are super fibrous and tough. They can hold my weight. Remember bio-degradable? They dissipate after about an hour so I'm not leaving gunk everywhere." Miles's face was masked by a black version of the mask worn by Spider-Man. Spidey 2.0? His voice sounds more...exotic. Deep, but a light accent to his words. He leans to the side to see the fire escape. "Climbing those things are dangerous, you know. Most of it is rusted metal because nobody bothered to fix it up." Miles suggests, crossing his arms. "So...uh...are you just chilling up here?"
Roxxi Smith	Roxxi's nose begins to crinkle before Miles finishes his explanation. Even with the biodegradable aspect, she seems hardly convinced. "I dunno..." She muses. "That still sounds kinda gross." She laughed though and shrugged absently. Obviously, it wasn't too gross.      As the conversation turned back the fire escape, Roxxi peered over her shoulder once more. She wiped dirty hands on dirty jeans. "That's okay, I've got good reflexes.!" She said brightly, then added, "Yup, just chillin'. So was it you swinging around back there? It sounded fun!"
Miles Morales	"It's chemical webbing. I made it myself...then I got an upgrade from a friendly neighborhood friend." Miles crosses his finger along his chest. "Cross my heart!" He grins at her. "It's a blast! I highly recommend it if you have the means. Got back from a vacation." Miles grins at her playfully. He narrows his eyes. "We're you following me?" Miles questions her skeptically.
Roxxi Smith	"Vacation?" She echos curiously. Miles might as well have said he rode a Unicorn. "I've never been on vacation. Where'd you go? Disneyland?" Because everyone goes there for vacation, duh.      As the Spider-man's tone changed, Roxxi drew back a bit along her stretch of the roof's edge. She began tugging at the argyle sock that gloved her left hand. "I mean, kinda? I heard you, and I wanted to know what was so fun."
Miles Morales	"Place called Turks and Caicos. All inclusive resort. Helped me stop worrying about the science fairs and projects. You'd be surprised how much some R&R helps us heroes out." Miles fingerguns at Roxxi. "Now /disneyland/ would be great to go to. I prefer Disney World, but you know." He shrugs. He notices her draw back, and he leans forward like he's prepared to pounce liek a cat to catch her if she decides to take a fall. "Swinging." Miles says with a more relaxed expression. "Want to give it a try?"
Roxxi Smith	Roxxi blinks at the name of the resort hot spot and shakes her head. "Never heard of it." She shrugs at the mention of Disneyworld. "Never been to either." It isn't altogether clear if she even realized they were different places.      As Miles shifts his weight so too does Roxxi. Her posture becomes just as cat-like prepared to leap away, if Miles should charge at her. "I dunno. I don't have any of the goo stuff..."
Miles Morales	"I do." Miles lifts his hands, showing those web shooters on his wrists. He extends his hand over to Roxxi, palm facing upwards. "If you want a free lift to wherever it is your going next." Spidey was a friendly neighborhood Spidey! "I highly recommend it if you have the means. It's like...free food but not really free food since you paid for the all-inclusive stuff." Miles smiles wonderfully. He keeps his hand out towards her. "It's a whole new way to see the city. I can guarantee you that you'll get yelled at too by angry New Yorkers."
Roxxi Smith	Roxxi peers at the offered hand, nose crinkled. "Well, I mean, I really wasn't heading anywhere..." She considered the hand. She then raised her left hand, the adorning argyle sock revealed as a sock puppet. Yes, button eyes, yarn hair, and all. After briefly conversing with the puppet, it's decided she'll accept the offer.      Sliding her hand onto Miles's, she assures him. "Oh, I'm used to being yelled at by New Yorkers.'