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]

"Seen what?" Peter said. "You're all over the map. If I'm supposed to have noticed anything specific, it may have gotten lost."

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

She frowned at him not remembering (and also ignoring her obviously wonderful trick, which just vanished), but smiled at the second half. "I'm all over the maaaaaaaaaaap~!!" Easily distracted, she was.

"You really are interesting."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"If it's the magic tricks, I'm not sure what you're asking about," Peter said. "To me, phenomena are just waiting to be explained. You aren't just summoning things from nothing."

He hoped.

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

There was an enigmatic grin on her face now. And her eyes...a bit creepy, mind you. Her voice got a weird echo-like quality as well,

"I could, yes, showyshow...but not right now." She nodded. "Later, if you want, you'll see. You'll see? If you want."

Big, creepy smirk. ""