[ Miles was still reeling from the fight he'd managed to win -- holy crap, he'd done that!!! He was Spider-Man? Holy crap. One minute he'd been there, and the next he'd been waking up here. His web shooters were still on his wrists, his suit was still on... Had he passed out? Hit his head? Either way, he managed to stumble outside, heading towards all the commotion. ] Uuuuhhh. Why do I get the weird feeling I'm not in Brooklyn anymore? [ Man, he really needs to work on not narrating things to himself. As he gets closer to the party, a glass of champagne is pushed into his hands. ] Woah -- I mean -- [ He lowers his voice, trying to sounds like an adult, and really just sounding ridiculous. ] Thanks. I love champagne. I drink it all the time....

[ He backs up and bumps into someone, causing champagne to go down the front of his suit, and if the wet on his back is anything to go by, the back too. He spins around to face whoever he's just knocked into, fake voice still in play. ] Sorry!

[ Miles had retreated to the ceiling pretty quickly after he noticed people were being kinda weird. Ignore the black and red Spider-Man in the ceiling guys, it's okay. His eyes scan the room as he looks for some kind of explanation to what he's doing here, what's going on, and why people are suddenly chanting like a robot on self-destruct. It's actually really creeping Miles out. Then he sees them. The weapons on a table, and people heading toward them.

Miles is moving before he can really think it through, sending webs out to cover the weapons and lock them to the table. Then he's thwipping over to land on the table in an attempt to get the attention of those that grabbed the weapons already. ] C'mon, guys, I don't think you need those. [ Following his words he's sending webs out to yank weapons out of people's hands. ]

( Feel free to wildcard it up with seeing Miles around anywhere, either in his suit or looking kinda flighty. If you want a starter for something else hit me up at susrien )