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thisavrou_log2016-03-19 12:35 am
takeitslow) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-19 12:35 am
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Who: Peter and you.
When: 15-20th
Where: Lounge/Mess/Hallways
What: Peter avoids dealing with life via games, TV, and being an annoyance
Warnings: Will update as needed.
Lounge;
[For several days, Peter takes control of the TV in the lounge. At first it was trying to learn the games that BB had left him, but after talking to Wanda its become his way to stop thinking about his conversation with Wanda. It's hard to think about the death of his alternate dimension self when playing Mario Cart.
Maybe he invited you over to play a few rounds. Maybe you catch him watching 90s comedy shows at four in the morning. Maybe you just want to yell at the kid who's been hogging the TV all day and has the volume turned up way too loud on Duck Hunt.]
Mess Hall and Cafe;
[What's another great way to avoid feelings? Eating.
Peter has commandeered a table to himself and has gathered a huge mess from the sheer amount he's packing away. He looks like the food has personally offended him, glaring down at every bite and stabbing everything viciously with his fork. Someone's moved into the anger portion of the process.
You could approach, but that glare says you might not like what happens when you do.]
Hallways;
[And now he's moved into follow someone around and annoy them part of the process.]
I'm just saying, if you work for a family like that, you don't get away with being dicks to them. No rich person is putting up with that.
[He's spent the past few minutes explaining the plot of 'Fresh Prince' to you. Engage?]
When: 15-20th
Where: Lounge/Mess/Hallways
What: Peter avoids dealing with life via games, TV, and being an annoyance
Warnings: Will update as needed.
Lounge;
[For several days, Peter takes control of the TV in the lounge. At first it was trying to learn the games that BB had left him, but after talking to Wanda its become his way to stop thinking about his conversation with Wanda. It's hard to think about the death of his alternate dimension self when playing Mario Cart.
Maybe he invited you over to play a few rounds. Maybe you catch him watching 90s comedy shows at four in the morning. Maybe you just want to yell at the kid who's been hogging the TV all day and has the volume turned up way too loud on Duck Hunt.]
Mess Hall and Cafe;
[What's another great way to avoid feelings? Eating.
Peter has commandeered a table to himself and has gathered a huge mess from the sheer amount he's packing away. He looks like the food has personally offended him, glaring down at every bite and stabbing everything viciously with his fork. Someone's moved into the anger portion of the process.
You could approach, but that glare says you might not like what happens when you do.]
Hallways;
[And now he's moved into follow someone around and annoy them part of the process.]
I'm just saying, if you work for a family like that, you don't get away with being dicks to them. No rich person is putting up with that.
[He's spent the past few minutes explaining the plot of 'Fresh Prince' to you. Engage?]
lounge
It wasn't as pressing as being able to communicate, so she didn't stress it much. But that didn't mean she didn't try, or that she wasn't curious.
So here she is, watching over Peter's shoulder as he plays Duck Hunt.]
Please shoot than infernal dog. I don't know that I can tolerate that laugh any longer.
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I keep trying but I can't. Apparently it doesn't let you.
[He pauses, lifting the controller up above his head where she can reach.]
You're welcome to try.
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As for his offer for her to try, she's going look at it a bit skeptically.]
I don't know how well that would end. We had nothing like this, where I'm from. [The best she can relate it to is the shooting gallery games at amusement parks, and even then, they used guns closer to something real than the plastic Peter was holding.]
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[At least it did his. These games were far beyond the days of Pong.]
You can still try. It's not that hard to pick up, promise. I can show you how to use the controls.
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[She's even more ancient than you, Peter. Enjoy being the modern one.]
Very well, but if you laugh, you'll wish you were the unreachable dog. [She's teasing, of course. At least he doesn't know yet that she's completely capable of following through with it.
Now that she's agreed, she moves around the couch and sits down, holding out her hands for the controller.]
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Who me? No way. I know better than to upset a lady. [He puts on an innocent face, one that certainly doesn't suit him as he hands over the controls. While it's true he tries to be nicer to women, a result of being the only man in the family, he's not above teasing anybody.]
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Good. Your mother taught you well. [She gives him a 'don't you dare' look at that innocent face as she takes the controls, before looking over them skeptically.]
Alright, how do I do this?
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Yeah, she was pretty good for that. One of the few things I listened to her on. [He smiles warmly. He's a bit of a mama's boy.]
Okay. So aim at the screen, the target should show up. When you got the shot lined up, pull the trigger button. Easy as pie.
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Instead, she focuses on his instructions, pausing for a moment.] ...So basically, it's like shooting a real gun, only it's fake?
[This can't be too hard then, can it?]
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I guess so. [His smile turns sheepish.] I've never shot a real one.
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With your speed, I suppose you would hardly need to. [now a slightly related question, since it's on her mind.] What is your speed, in relation to a bullet? Are you faster, or is it? Could you actually outrun one?
[She hadn't seen him at full speed, when he was zooming about the halls.]
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[He grins, shark-like.] Just one? I could outrun a whole firing squad.
[He would know. He’s done it before.]
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[That's probably too old for him to get. Oh well.]
Could you really? Amazing. [She's not seen him at full speed, and honestly, even if he was going that fast she doubted she would see him. Still, it's all so fascinating.]
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[Flash Gordon was more his mother's time than his, but the reference isn't totally lost on him.]
I can. [And because he can't help but be a show off, he takes a few steps back and zips off. In a the space of a few seconds, he's back with a cookie from the mess hall. Her offers it to her with a grin.]
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I-- [Before she can even continue, he's gone. Just like that. She barely blinks and he's back with a cookie in hand.]
Someone enjoys showing off. [she teases, but he certainly wasted no time in making a display of his talents. She remembered their previous conversation about mutants and how his abilities were not well accepted, so she could hardly blame him. She knew what it was like to have to hide your skills because the world refused to be open minded.]
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[When she doesn't take it immediately, he breaks the cooking in half to eat part himself. What can he say? He's always had a sweet tooth and a far higher metabolism than most.]
Wouldn't you? Come on, you gotta admit that was pretty cool. And if I can't show off here, what's the point?
[Because she's right, this place was like a haven to him after having to keep everything locked up at home. He'd always been free with it at home, freer than his mother thought was safe, but it's different here. At home he still had to bat away the questions, convince people that their eyes failed them. On the Moira it could be a point of pride to bring up in every conversation.]