Fourth Floor Common Room | Saturday Morning | 6/26/2010

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was deliberately trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to be plastic. He didn't want to deal with that.

It was, however, making sipping his coffee a problem. As he sat in the common room, Dirty Jobs on the TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to accidentally melt something.

That would be terrifying.

He was avoiding thinking of a lot of things, right now. There was only so much the sane human mind could deal with.

[ooc: Open like an open thing.]

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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Even when you're not plastic?" Peter said. "Sorry to hear that."

He paused, carefully setting his coffee down. "I'm Peter."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel thought her next message had gone well until she actually saw it and realized that there was probably no way anyone could read that unless they already knew what it said. She wrinkled her nose and showed it to Peter anyway. It had been work a try.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too, Mreferel," Peter joked. "Hopefully some day we'll meet each other when we aren't overgrown building toys."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Peter earned himself a little bit of a look for that one, though not one with any real heat in it, because even Ariel had to admit that that was pretty bad. At least he got the nice to meet you part. She dropped the pen, realizing that it would probably be a pointless endeavor. It wasn't far, though, should she need it again.

Her plastic, poorly jointed body bobbed a little in a nod of agreement, leaving her to just wonder that Peter looked like when he wasn't all blocky.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well. Given we can't arm wrestle or carry on a meaningful conversation, what exactly do we do, mystery woman?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Maybe gaze longingly into each other's round black dot eyes? Ariel could definitely think of something that might not only pass the time, but it would be extremely beneficial to her, but, knowing her track record with that pastime and the misfortune of their current states as it was, not even she was going to entertain that idea any further.

Ariel looked to the left; she looked to the right. She looked back to the TV, but everything she could think was made difficult by their current disability. So her arms went up again. It was supposed to be a shrug. It didn't work too well.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter mimicked the gesture. "I think I might just watch the TV, if it's all the same to you."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

...well, by the looks of it, they could do the wave...

...but, no. TV was good for Ariel, too, comfortable on the couch because sitting was easy enough. But she did glance over at Peter on occasion, curious, wondering what sort of interaction might build if she could gesture more or manage a pen with more efficiency.