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[dance_like_hell]

WHO: Peter Simmons
WHERE: On the sidewalk in front of a church (building 23)
TIME OF DAY: Late morning
POST SUMMARY: Peter discovers he's left New Jersey, at the very least.

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[do_great_things]

It was only by chance Lex was passing the church that day. He was savaging again, this time for furniture he could move into the shelter he was creating in the night club. He was hoping for some trundle or day beds he could move into the lounge for anyone who was attracted by the lights when he lit them up. It was decided that he would only play the music once a week, to conserve power, but the lights went on for a few hours every night as a beacon to anyone who might arrive in an isolated part of the city.

It was the movement of the teenager standing up that caught Lex's attention and he changed his course to walk over, re rolling up one of the sleeves of his shirt as he did so. "Hello. Are you alright?"

[dance_like_hell]

Hey, God even left him a decent looking man!

Or, you know, God isn't making him play Noah. Peter doesn't know where he is or how he got here or what is going on, but apparently there are still people. That's a definite plus.

Except, if there are people, then everything is normal. That means he's done something stupid, like getting drunk and then catching a flight. Then again, this place seems utterly deserted, and very surreal. There's no way there's an operating airport anywhere near here. Suddenly, the idea that anything about this place could be normal is absurd.

Peter clears his throat. "Yeah, uh, I'm fine," he says, then gestures to the church. "Do you know where we are or anything? I can't read the signs."

[do_great_things]

Just arrived then. Causing the population to rise to seven. And by the questions the boy asked, definitely not going to know anything useful about this place. Damn.

A boy he was. Probably no older then Clark had been. Lex did wonder why there were so many young people showing up. It seemed rather cruel to him, and he knew a thing or too about cruelty to children after growing up with his father.

"No one can," Lex replied simply with a small shrug of his shoulders. "And I'm afraid no one knows where we are. We, and by we I mean our tiny population of 7, all arrived as you did: waking up on the street." While he would never rule out the possibility that Lionel Luthor had something to do with this place, Lex was beginning to suspect something supernatural more and more everyday.

[now with more making sense...]

[dance_like_hell]

"Oh. Oh!"

No one knows where they are? Panic begins rising in his stomach, and Peter swallows. He really doesn't want to imagine every Armageddon movie he's ever watched.

"So, uh, seven of us?" he laughs nervously, looking around. "Is everyone okay? There's not, like - well, we haven't been transported into I Am Legend, have we?" Peter squeezes the baseball in his hand.