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]

Yeah, I'll show you. But only under one condition. [Peter says, holding up a finger and leaning forward toward her - dropping his voice to a whisper as he does so. This is clearly top-secret talk, alright.] No telling what I'm about to do, okay?

[What's that? Oh, it's him taking a book off the stack and flipping to the back and tearing out two of the last pages unceremoniously. Someone down the line will curse him for the time being? Two sheets of paper to make planes with. He holds one out to Laura.]

Copy what I do, 'kay? We gotta fold these.