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A young girl swings into the Nexus on what appears to be a webline, she dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a backpack. That's before her webline snaps on an overhanging ledge and she comes crashing down rather unceremoniously onto a handy table. She doesn't move for a moment, but then sits up.
"Ow, ow.. What's this table doing in the middle of the street?" She looks up, just in time to see a woman grow butterfly wings and glide away. Oh, and yes, she does notice the huge, glaring sign in front of her nose.
"Uh..Uh...is this New York? Because if it is, my cover is so blown. And if it isn't...did I hit my head or something." She gets up, dusting herself off as she looks around.
"So uh...weirdest situation you've ever found yourself in? Was it funny at the time, or just plain freaky?" There..that question should be ambiguous enough. Though that Spider-themed costume hanging out of her torn backpack isn't.
"Ow, ow.. What's this table doing in the middle of the street?" She looks up, just in time to see a woman grow butterfly wings and glide away. Oh, and yes, she does notice the huge, glaring sign in front of her nose.
"Uh..Uh...is this New York? Because if it is, my cover is so blown. And if it isn't...did I hit my head or something." She gets up, dusting herself off as she looks around.
"So uh...weirdest situation you've ever found yourself in? Was it funny at the time, or just plain freaky?" There..that question should be ambiguous enough. Though that Spider-themed costume hanging out of her torn backpack isn't.