Miguel O'Hara (s_man_) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2023-10-23 22:17:00 |
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Who: Miguel and Open
What: Relaxation, and timing issues
Where: New York
When: October 23, afternoon
Status/Warnings: Open/??
New York was nothing like Nueva York in some ways. Obviously, yes, the location was almost entirely the same, but, well. The tall buildings were far shorter than he was used to, and there were far less of them than he remembered from Downtown. The vehicles were noisy and dirty and mostly powered by combustion engines and there were a shockload less people. There was almost nothing flying between the buildings, either. No flyboys, no maglevs, no cars. The odd helicopter showed up for traffic reports or news but that was hardly anything compared to how crowded the air was in Nueva York.
Miguel kind of loved it.
The surveillance in the city was there, sure, but it wasn't anything like the system his dad had come up with. The comparative freedom was almost dizzying if he let himself think about it too much, so he didn't. And sure, there weren't as many decent updrafts for him to glide on, but there were enough, and that was the important part. That, along with the near complete lack of anything airborne meant that he sped along the streets of Manhattan, albeit hundreds of feet above the surface where possible, and bounced from building to building. The air rushing past and the quiet fwizz of his webs helped settle something that had felt a bit off since he'd somehow lost six weeks because of a shocking stupid fairytale tower... thing. Whatever. The longer he swung through the skyscrapers, the clearer his head felt and the more relaxed he became.
Also, combustion engines were so old and retro and kind of cool. He wanted to get a car and take it apart so he could put it together again. He'd designed and built all his equipment back home, and he knew how to backwards-engineer things (he'd been doing similar things since he'd arrived in this time just to learn what things were and how they functioned, after all. 'Toasters' were pretty shocking basic, but also well-named, he'd concluded). Cars and engines couldn't be that much more complicated, and it looked like it would be fun.
Maybe he would get a car. He could ask Stark about it, right?
Too busy daydreaming about how he'd start work on a car's engine, it took Miguel an embarrassingly-long time to work out that his reflection in the hundreds of windows he was swinging past was not doing things at the same time as he was. The somersaults were half a second off, he was sure of it. A quick test run past a particularly reflective building allowed him to check, and Lyla confirmed it. Not that she knew what she was timing, but she was able to announce that there was a 0.7391 second gap between the things he was checking.
He quickly made his way to the underhang of the roof of a particularly tall building, fastened a webline to it and hung there, upside down, as he wondered what that meant.