Third Floor Common Room | Monday Evening | 3/21

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

It was with morbid fascination that Peter Bishop found himself on a common room couch watching professional wrestling on the television.

He was honestly confused a bit.

"Wait, there's only one of these companies still around?" he said, having tried to flip between the old feuding promotions' shows. "Huh. Guess the future has its other improvements too."

Yes, he was talking to himself. He had extra popcorn and soda for anyone else interested in seeing oiled-up men in tights wrestle around a ring.

[ooc: Open common room is open.]

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[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh god, really?" Ramona asked as she wandered in, staring in horror at the television. "Really?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm honestly a little disappointed in this," Peter said. "I have yet to see a single mullet. I was looking for one."

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his face. "Not one for staged violence?"

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I generally like my men smaller and less hairy," she replied dryly. "And not whaling on each other. And not in spandex."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter snorted. "Yeah, I can see how the lack of manscaping can be a turnoff," he admitted. "You know, if you want to, you can change the channel. For some reason I remember this being a lot better when I was younger."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm sort of morbidly fascinated," she admitted. "You watched this as a child?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"A little," Peter said. "I mean, it was a while ago, temporally speaking. And it was a bit more... cartoonish, I guess the word would be. As if this stuff isn't ridiculous enough."

He shrugged. "It wasn't any worse than a Road Runner cartoon, if you think about it."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"That's ink to paper," she corrected. "Those are grown-ass men, who are going to actually deal with injuries."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

If Peter ever researched pro wrestler mortality rate, he'd definitely be surprised. And not in a good way.

"You're right," Peter said. "But I mean, they do do this in a way not to actually hurt anyone. At least... I think that's how it works back in my world. Who knows, this stuff could actually be real."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Wrestling's fake where I'm from, too," she agreed, "but come on, they can't fake everything. These dudes have to be messing up their spines and joints."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Possibly," Peter said. "But then, probably just as much as Hollywood stunt men. Or hockey players. And they get paid well enough to retire early, if they want to. I'd think."

Oh, Peter. How little he knew.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Hockey players wear padding," she said, shaking her head. "Look, those men are in tights. You know how much protection tights offer? Zero protection, Peter. Zero."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Peter said, unable to refute that, either. "You know, I'm not even sure why I'm defending it. Nostalgia, I guess. Not that I really remember much of my childhood as it is."

For very scary reasons, that he did not realize.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Memory loss at eighteen?" Ramona asked. "Repression? Or did you just hit your head really hard?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I honestly have no idea," Peter said. "Though I'm pretty sure my mother would tell me if I had some sort of massive brain trauma like that. At least I hope she would."

He shrugged. "If it's repression, I'm apparently a master at it."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Have you mentioned the whole not-remembering thing to her?" she wondered. "Might jog her memory."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"She just tells me not to worry about it and changes the subject," Peter admitted. "Which yeah, means something's up, but I figure I shouldn't press it on her unless it really starts to bother me."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how it doesn't really bother you now," Ramona noted, shaking her head a little. "You're better adjusted than me, I guess."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"To be honest, I've got better things to worry about. I was a kid, what was I possibly doing that was so important, you know?" Peter said, as laid back as possible. "I know the basics, my father was horrible and my mother is amazing, and that's good enough for me."

Because bad things would happen if he ever remembered properly.

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't bother you that you're missing huge chunks of your memory?" Ramona confirmed. "Seriously?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Can you honestly tell me everything about when you were little?" Peter said. "Like what you did during the summer when you were six? I figured everyone was hazy about that sort of thing."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure I did the same thing I did every summer as a kid," she admitted, "but some things stick out. I can remember most of my childhood -- just not the particulars. Like most memories."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"It's kind of like that," Peter said. "Except a lot of it is really blurry, or I don't remember it. I know that when I was nine I wanted to grow up to be a brontosaurus. I know I used to do coin tricks... still do, actually. But if I really think about it, I don't know anything specific for about the first eight years of my life. Nothing sticks out at all." He shrugged. "Though now I'm starting to worry. I just thought that was normal."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Not for me," she said carefully. "Maybe I just have a really good memory, though."

She didn't really think that.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Peter said. "Maybe I should see if one of the mind readers can take a peek in the old brainpan. See if they can dig something up. Of course, now I'm worried that I might be repressing something huge."

And that worried him more than the idea of just having a lousy memory of his childhood.