Room 313, Wednesday evening
Peter had been playing with something. With Wednesdays being his day of no classes, he had been playing with this all afternoon.
In order to better capture the bad guys, he had been considering the possibility of a small web-ball that could expand upon impact, tying up thugs, supervillains, and other assorted creeps much more easily. Today he decided to try to make this "impact webbing," as he was thinking of calling it.
And that's why he was stuck to his desk. "I bet Tony Stark never trapped himself in his armor like this..." he muttered. Worse yet, the door was open, and it would be at least an hour before he could close it, depending on the strength of the new webbing compound. Science could be a jerk sometimes.
[OOC: Open for interaction. Or maybe not so much at the moment.
For the record, his entire right arm is stuck to the desk, with some - but not much - webbing reaching down to his leg.]
In order to better capture the bad guys, he had been considering the possibility of a small web-ball that could expand upon impact, tying up thugs, supervillains, and other assorted creeps much more easily. Today he decided to try to make this "impact webbing," as he was thinking of calling it.
And that's why he was stuck to his desk. "I bet Tony Stark never trapped himself in his armor like this..." he muttered. Worse yet, the door was open, and it would be at least an hour before he could close it, depending on the strength of the new webbing compound. Science could be a jerk sometimes.
[OOC: Open for interaction. Or maybe not so much at the moment.
For the record, his entire right arm is stuck to the desk, with some - but not much - webbing reaching down to his leg.]