text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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[quickfingers]

[Peter may coast through life with a joke in his back pocket and a stupid smile on his face more often than not, but he isn't super oblivious to hints that something might be amiss. But there's a whole slew of things going on right now that have rocked the foundation of the world as he once knew it, including a messy jolt so far as how timelines might play out.

It's not something he's got a great grasp on yet nor will it likely sink in all that fast because it's hard to comprehend things not being as you last remember them. Where she and everyone else were at the mansion with him what really only feels like hours ago. Less than twenty four?]

Yeah? How long's long?

[greyate]

[ She shrugs a shoulder, ]

About two years?

[ She doesn't care what anyone says Nate, she's counting that fucking year they spent on that planet. ]

[quickfingers]

[Peter's quiet a second, obviously doing some thinking but he wraps it up quickly be doing what he does best - trying to breeze on by with a touch of lighthearted humor.

He whistles, raising his brows.] Okay. Shit, that's a little weird but okay.

Happy double belated birthday?

fuck i laughed too hard at that pic

[greyate]

[ She huffs out a weak laugh at that, ]

Thanks.

[ She reaches up to rub at her face again. ]

Guess that means you owe me some presents, huh?

ur welc

[quickfingers]

[He walked right into that one, didn't he? Peter scrunches up his nose in response before making a show of looking inside his jacket pocket. He pulls out a handful of gum wrappers.]

Will you take me off the hook for a Hostess cupcake? I've got a two-pack on me somewhere.

<3

[greyate]

"Somewhere"? I'm not taking your butt-smushed cupcakes, Peter.

[ Okay yeah, this was a lot easier to fall back into. ]

[quickfingers]

Honestly, your loss here. These things are worth their - no our weight in gold. In a cold expanse of space where nobody knows what the hell Tab is, they're a brilliant shining beacon to take us back to the familiarity of home.

[He pulls the pack out of his side pocket, showing them off to the camera; not smushed, surprisingly.] But if you're suuuure.

[greyate]

I know what Tab is and it sucks.

[ But he does have a point. And seeing the cupcakes not smushed is so tempting.... Anything is after those stupid cubes. ]

...are they even good? How long have they been in your jacket?

[quickfingers]

Are they even- [He echoes in a high pitched voice, face screwed up like she just insulted his mother.]

You're insulting me, my cupcakes and one of my favorite drinks? I'm stumbling back here, Jean. You're wounding me with mortal blows and that's terrible. You're killing me here. And worse yet, making me not want to share.

[greyate]

[ Jean has to cover her mouth when he starts with the high pitched voice, shoulders shaking from laughter and looking away from the camera as she does so.

Even when she can manage to speak, she's still struggling not to laugh, ]

I didn't know you were such a sensitive guy...

[quickfingers]

I have a deep and artistic soul. [But his lip quirks up a little, despite attempts to keep it from showing.]

Anyway, you want any of this or no? Offer rescinded if you're just gonna keep bashing me, my snacks and all the things I hold near and dear to my heart. But good luck finding another of these babies around these parts.

omg i thought i had responded to this

[greyate]

Alright, alright, deep and artistic one. I'll take your cakes.

dw she was yelling at him so it's cool

[quickfingers]

Where do you want your delivery? Also note, it's a 50/50 split. Birthday gift or no, sharing is caring. If I share, you share.

the calm before the storm cries

[greyate]

I thought you said I could have both to make up for the two years.

[ Huffs. ]

Library.

[quickfingers]

I mean, I'm giving you a gift. I'm just expecting you to share.

It can be interpreted in many ways. Technically I am giving you both.

[greyate]

[ She rolls her eyes. This Guy. ]

Fine, whatever. Just give me one already. I'm hungry and tired of these stupid blue cubes.

[ You're not the only one that likes junk food, Peter. ]

[quickfingers]

Ai-yi-yi, I'm on my way. [But he laughs. Just wait 'til he gets a little farther into his conversation with Charles and how much you love him then.]

Any good reads?

[greyate]

[ She'll still love you. Afterward. ]

A few. There's a bunch I can't read because they are in different languages.

[quickfingers]

[Expecting a text back? Don't wait up for it.

He just sort of appears.] It took me two tries to get to the right place but uh, any recommendations? Been a while since I got to check books out.

[greyate]

[ She senses him just before he arrives so she isn't that surprised. But it'll take some getting used to, again. Her brow creases slightly, ]

You like to read?

[quickfingers]

[He puts on a face similar to when she offended his bff Hostess.] Is this... shocking?

Oh, Peter. That illiterate fool!

[greyate]

[ She makes a face in turn, both offended by the insinuation but also trying not to laugh at him doing that again. ]

No. I know you're smart, Peter. Even if you don't want to act like it.

[ A fast mind will often get bored with things that challenge others. It's not a large leap to make. ]

I just never thought you had the patience for it.

[quickfingers]

I actually like reading, thank you. [He smiles though.]

It's one of those things I can do at whatever speed I want, unlike... Unlike waiting in line at the supermarket? That's something I don't have patience for. The only downside is that if I read fast? I read fast. And writers... they don't write fast. So I try not to speed-read the good books, just to draw it out a little.

[He shrugs, pulling the promised package of cupcakes out his pocket and flicking them her way.]

[greyate]

[ She holds up her hands in a wordless apology, she was wrong, she can admit that. But she's smiling, too. ]

Glad to hear you finally admit it. I knew you were actually a dork, too.

[ She stops the cakes mentally and has them float over to her the rest of the way. After grabbing them from the air, she opens the plastic wrap. She takes one out and sends it floating his way. ]

And thank you for sharing.

[quickfingers]

[The whole floating cupcake thing is still weird but something he can get behind, scooping it out of the air and heaving an exaggerated sigh as he cups it in his hands.] The last of their kind for the foreseeable future...

Thank you for sharing, birthday girl. Am I supposed to sing? I can sing you the song. Don't think I won't? Haaaaappy birthday, to you...