Outside Mummy cabin, Saturday morning

[notmyownage]

The last thing a hungover girl wanted to be doing was sifting through the trash. But when that hungover girl had spent the afternoon before throwing out all her books, research papers, and gathered supplies? That was just what she was doing.

"Oh god, oh god, please be here, oh god."

Like attacking the trebuchet, getting trashed on mojitos, flashing the bar tender, drunk dialing one of her best friends, and crashing for the night in the graveyard wasn't enough.

[ooc: establishing, but can totally be open, too.]

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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"My hypothesis says it should be fun," Peter said. "And there will be a distinct lack of stomped toes."

[notmyownage]

"That's definitely a testable result. I'd look forward to seeing if you're correct."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"We'll test this tonight," Peter said, looking down at his hands. "Definitely taking a shower first."

[notmyownage]

"Oh god, yes. And I'm gonna need to get some aspirin." She piled the items she'd found so far together. "I'll meet you there?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"See you there, yeah," Peter said. He was glad they had seemingly mutually agreed that yesterday was to be written off without actually saying anything to the effect.

[notmyownage]

As far as Claudia was concerned, she'd apologized and established neither of them meant it. There was nothing else to talk about it.

"Thanks for helping."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Least I could do," Peter said, before heading off.