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[runawaynorth]

Who: runawaynorth & wheatcake
What: Further brain breakage for both of them.
When: Between November 6th & 10th, 2038
Where: Jericho (have fun crawling all over that derelict freighter, Spider-Man)
Why: BECAUSE WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY

He must have thought he was clever, with that tracking device on her foot. As it was, North felt an unpleasant mixture of shame and fear when, just two streets before she boarded the Jericho, she realized she was broadcasting an extra electronic signal.

Once she'd peeled it off, she held it up between thumb and forefinger, inspecting it closely. Annoyed with what she found, she crushed it in her fist and tossed it away. Not that destroying it would save their people.

It had already been sending updates on her location.

There was at least one human in Detroit who knew where to find them.

--when I'm around? Nobody dies. Or gets disassembled.

He'd said that. It was hard to believe he meant it. But even through the texts, it had been clear that he'd been speaking to her as an equal. He'd asked her one question to verify that she was as sentient as he was, and then just accepted it and moved on.

She'd report the security breach to Josh, North decided. Josh still trusted humans most of the time, still thought there could be peace between them. He would agree that they needed to be cautious, but he wouldn't condemn her the way Simon would, and if he was disappointed in her carelessness, well, better him than Markus.

North made her way to the gangway, relishing the thousand voices on a myriad of wireless connections. Her steps rang on the metal -- a surprisingly comforting noise -- but, most importantly, she was among her people and home. She would deal with whatever happened next as it came.

Comments

[wheatcake]

Which is funny, because she's not, entirely, alone with her people.

Peter felt when she found the tracer, but the thing is, by then? He was already on the freighter. It's kind of... hard to find a place to live in the future. Peter is flat broke in his own time period. Here, he's legally dead... probably. Peter resists the urge to look up his records. Anyway, it could be an entirely different dimension. Maybe on this Earth, Spider-Man only operates out of, like, Madagascar or something. Or maybe he's a rat. Peter hasn't met Spider-Rat, yet.

The whole totems thing makes everything sooooo complicated.

Anyway, when Peter realized the android resistance or whatever (he has never actually seen Blade Runner, oops) was off the grid, well. It's a good place to hide.

This is probably the most intense crowd surfing he's ever attempted.

These androids (he thinks most of them are androids, they have the blue doohickeys on their temples) are a lot like people in the most important way: they don't look up. Peter crawls along the ceilings and hides in dark shadows, and mostly goes unnoticed. He doesn't rely on stealth much, but he can if he needs to, so he does. It's not easy, there are a few near-misses, but this place is clearly fortified against an attack by humans with human weaponry, AKA on the ground.

And Peter is a little... more than human.

Eventually, he finds a familiar face, and follows her along until she's alone. He can't just hide here indefinitely; he needs to let someone know where he is. So he does, waiting for her to go to a private area before standing to his full height... from the ceiling. It puts them at about eye level.

He's still wearing the costume. It's a bit more scuffed, with a few more tears, than last time they spoke. He doesn't have any spares, here. He must stink. Do androids smell? Whatever. Nothing to be done for it.

"Heyyy, remember that thing about not shooting me?"