Who: Peter Parker and [open to hyperion residents] What: Dropping by after Cordy advised him to. When:Evening. Where: Hyperion Hotel. Rating: TBD.
As soon as he managed to recover from the shock of being transported from the Daily Bugle (in New York City!) to L.A., Peter decided that it was high time that he went ahead and did something to help figure this mess out. That was what he did in times of crisis, after all. He slapped on his spidey suit, jumped off of the nearest building, and worked hard until he found the answers that everyone was looking for. And that was what he planned on doing now. In a logically sensible way, of course. Although he didn't really know how logical half of anything that was going on in this city really was. Like Cordelia Chase openly stating that she knew that he was Spider-Man. And that other people would know too. That wasn't possible, was it? The only people who truly knew his identity were split down to Mary Jane, Harry, and Brock. And unless Brock started spreading the truth around, then there wasn't any way for the world to know who Spider-Man really was. It worried him a lot but Pete tried to stay calm about it. There obviously wasn't something right about this place.
With his backpack slung over his shoulder (containing his camera, a change of clothes, and his practially empty wallet), Peter yanked his mask over his face and looked down from the tall building that he was standing on top of. He had faced a group of fanged gang members before (how weird), but they were clear out of the picture now. Everything seemed a lot more quiet now that they had been taken care of. The familiar rush of excitement crept it's way into Spider-Man's chest as his muscles tensed. And then? He found himself soaring through the air, strings of web flying from his wrists as he swung himself from building to building until, finally, he reached what had to be the Hyperion Hotel. Dropping down into the shadows, he quickly tossed his street clothes on over his costume and shoved his mask into the bottom of his bag. That being done, Peter then strode up the front walk and into the building. His blue eyes scanned the lobby for someone to approach.