Room 324, Saturday evening
In a few weeks, Peter would be living in LA. Peter didn't know how to drive and didn't particularly have any interest in learning.
And so he had to figure out how to get around in LA. Tall buildings were out. There was too much sprawl for that to work. Public transportation either didn't really exist or - if the movies were to be believed - frequently featured speed-triggered bombs. Taxis were too expensive. And love her as he might, Zero's driving was probably going to be more dangerous than anything he actually fought. While the idea of a Spidey battle van was appealing, he wasn't sure it was worth his life.
So far "hitching rides on helicopters" and "clinging for dear life on top of speeding cars" were winning and that was unacceptable.
Peter put down his notebook and stared at the ceiling for inspiration.
[OOC: Door's open, why not?]
And so he had to figure out how to get around in LA. Tall buildings were out. There was too much sprawl for that to work. Public transportation either didn't really exist or - if the movies were to be believed - frequently featured speed-triggered bombs. Taxis were too expensive. And love her as he might, Zero's driving was probably going to be more dangerous than anything he actually fought. While the idea of a Spidey battle van was appealing, he wasn't sure it was worth his life.
So far "hitching rides on helicopters" and "clinging for dear life on top of speeding cars" were winning and that was unacceptable.
Peter put down his notebook and stared at the ceiling for inspiration.
[OOC: Door's open, why not?]