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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[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.