Where will I be this time tomorrow?

[takeitslow]

Who: Peter and a bunch of people
When: 20th on to the end of the month
Where: Various places around the Moira
What: Bonding with friends and family after being released from the cell
Warnings: Cursing, possible discussion of J's death, probable reminding Peter he's an idiot



[Individual prompts below, but anyone can join in and say Peter is anywhere on board.]

Comments

[deal]

Of course I am.

[She says it in the sort of way someone with an ego might, but in her case it's more feigned confidence about this idea than anything else. She's in the middle of pulling her shirt off, since she plans on just hopping in wearing her bra and panties. Actual swimming attire is wasted on someone who's survived the apocalypse.]

It's good to see you out and moving around, Peter. I was worried you might try to stay cooped up after all that happened.

[takeitslow]

[He snorts out a laugh, kicks off the regulation boots and starts on his pants. He keeps his eyes somewhere over her shoulder, trying not to look too much like a creep. He's a teenage boy, but he does have a little common sense.]

Honestly, I was considering it.

[But his roommate happens to be another program and that made staying there awkward. And he's quickly realized he can't just crash in his sisters' room forever. They deserved space that didn't involve a boy living there.]

But what can I say? You convinced me.

[deal]

[She catches him looking, and throws her shirt over at him as she laughs. It's quick work to hop up and slip off her shorts, since she refuses to wear the standard issue things unless she absolutely has to. She dives in the water the second she's undressed enough, and swims to the other side of the pool before rising up to the surface.]

It's not gonna do you any good to hide away somewhere. People will think shit about you no matter what you do. You might as well enjoy yourself.

[takeitslow]

[He smiles, catches the fabric as it lands near him. He throws it, and his pants off to the side, pulling at his own shirt as he walks toward the edge of the pool. His hands settle at his hips, stance causal for the conversation. Adn the fact he's just standing around in briefs.]

Who says I give any shits about what people think about me?

[His current problem has a lot more to do with how he's thinking about himself. But that's not an issue he's here to work out. He's here to swim.

Peter takes a step back and then canonballs into the water. He breaks the surface and shakes his long hair from his face.]

[deal]

You care.

[She retorts, her voice more playful than anything. She observes him standing there, and smirks as she splashes over at him. She's about to yell at him to hop in, but then he's cannonballing his way in, and she ends up with a face full of water. She coughs and sputters, glaring over at him through her now messed up hair that's clinging to her face.]

Very graceful. Remind me to move out of the way next time you decide to jump in.

[She doesn't really seem to care though, and lazily swims her way over toward him.]

[takeitslow]

[He snorts, pulling his hair back from his face. It's a little unnerving how easily she catches on to his bullshit.]

About what a few think, not everybody.

[He smiles slightly, swims back a little to keep out of her reach. He doesn't entirely trust her not to try to pull him under.]

What I'm hearing is that you plan for us to do this again.

[deal]

What else is there to do around here?

[She didn't get to have a pool growing up, so she's going to make up for lost time by swimming a lot here. She starts to swim over toward him slowly, in a fake lazy sort of way that says she's not up to any good. It's probably smart of him to be moving away.]

Is that gonna be a problem?

[takeitslow]

Not a whole lot.

[He's found little ways to occupy his time, but he can admit a lot of the shine of this ship has worn off over the months. It's a confined, predictable space and coming out the other side of this trial, the people are even losing their appeal to him.]

Nope. [He pops the 'p', grins.] Not sure if you've picked up on this yet, but I don't say no much around pretty people.