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[takeitslow]

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?]

Comments

[cookshisgoose]

None whatsoever. [Sigh. She doesn't even blink at this point, it's so natural for her to be so behind.] I'm from New York City, 1947.

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?

[takeitslow]

Whoa. Even farther back then me. You know what? Just for that, I like you. You're not going to make me feel stupid for not knowing stuff.

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.

[cookshisgoose]

What year is it for you? [Now you've got her curious. 'Even farther back then me'? She's not going to lie, meeting someone that isn't from the 21st century or later sounds amazing. So much so she refrains from a comment about how she could easily make him feel stupid another way.

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?]

[takeitslow]

1973. January of, if that means anything. [Barely enough into the year to count, really.] So this is all pretty trippy for me too. Not as bad as for you, but still. We just made the moon landing and now I'm in space.

I guess so. [His smile turns sheepish.] I've never shot a real one.

[cookshisgoose]

At least space travel is more than just a fairy tale for you. [Imagine her surprise to finding herself in space, just based on that.] Still, it's nice to know I'm not alone in barely understanding all this madness.

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.]

[takeitslow]

There are some who still think it’s a fairy tale when I’m from. [He shrugs.] This stuff, the ship? It’s still all just the stuff of movies. So no, you’re not alone.

[He grins, shark-like.] Just one? I could outrun a whole firing squad.

[He would know. He’s done it before.]

[cookshisgoose]

Somehow that doesn't surprise me. [Even in her time, conspiracy theories were a thing. But to be fair, part of her job was dealing with the strange and unknown and keeping them quiet.] It's all very Flash Gordon, isn't it?

[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.]

[takeitslow]

I would say a little more Lost in Space, but you're not wrong.

[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.]

[cookshisgoose]

At least you understood my reference. [But his, she didn't. It's something she's honestly getting used to, not knowing things, places, references. So many things others mention so casually go right over her head. It's frustrating, to say the least.]

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.]

[takeitslow]

Because my mom's not far off from your time.

[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.]