Imperial Junke Yard, Friday morning
Jessica didn't care for this week. The other day, she was drawn to that freaky stone in the woods by a sense of calm being pushed upon her. She turned away because holy crap, something was messing with her emotions and maybe shutting down her spider-sense. Today, on the other hand, she was being drawn to the junk yard because apparently someone was messing with her spider-sense. It started blaring several minutes ago, receiving a beacon that led her here.
Granted, she wasn't exactly going in unprepared. She had her costume on, and her backup web-shooters, just in case fiddling with one power meant whoever was drawing her here could fiddle with others.
Granted, she wasn't exactly going in unprepared. She had her costume on, and her backup web-shooters, just in case fiddling with one power meant whoever was drawing her here could fiddle with others.