Deck | Friday After Lunch

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Marshall had a sheaf of printouts with him, a collection of pages on proper exercise and stretching that he'd printed out from a link sent to him by Corrine after he'd emailed her to ask her to ask Vaughn to check his email, since he hadn't gotten a response from Vaughn and figured that he probably just wasn't, y'know, as obsessive about checking it as Lucas Corrine some people he knew.

So, y'know, stretching. Between Outdoor Fitness on Mondays and Zombies on Wednesday -- and the homework for Zombies, ugh -- Marshall figured he might as well do things right, so he was trying to follow along with the print-outs as he stretched in preparation for a run. 'Trying' should be stressed; it's not like he had all that much experience, after all.

Please, someone come and help him. Or point and laugh; that works, too.

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Peter frowned. "And Victor is...?"

Come on, Marshall. Tell Peter all your secrets.

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"... The guy who owns Pearadyne? The company, I mean, that wants the wormhole." Really, Peter, keep up! "It's all him." Beat. "We think. As far as we can tell."

Oh, Marshall. Fandom may be just as weird as Blake Holsey, but that doesn't mean you should talk about everything.

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No. Especially not when you were talking to anyone whose name ended in 'Wiggin'.

"Oh, right, that guy," said Peter, mentally wondering why the hell he didn't know what Pearadyne was. Some kind of Canadian science lab...? "Why would he be after the wormhole?"

A wormhole. In a school. It was that Peter had gotten a few bad shocks to the system lately, or he really would have chalked all of this up to drugs and called it a day.

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Marshall shrugged. "Because it does really weird things to the world around it? It's not like we found some villain's manifesto." Oh, hey, nice ten dollar word there, Marshall; Corrine would proud.