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[fuckseptember]

[SHOOTING LINCOLN IN THE FACE.

I mean.

This post is for journal threads]

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[fuckseptember]

[ after this thread Peter is waiting back in the room with a gun. And stuff]

[skepticalities]

[steps in much, much later, rubbing at his eyes.]

[fuckseptember]

[looks like he just showered, typing on his laptop]

Good morning.

[skepticalities]

. . . morning.

[skepticalities]

[from here]

Don't get involved with the mafia this time around.

[fuckseptember]

I'll do my best.

[skepticalities]

It's not that hard to avoid them.

[fuckseptember]

... well. I led a... hectic life.

[fuckseptember]

[From hereish]

[The whole place is full of cables and cannibalized hospital equipment. Also, we have a cow in the corner]

This is it.

[iamironman]

Do I want to ask what the cow's for?

[fuckseptember]

She followed us from home. Humane test subject, originally.

[iamironman]

Better answer than it could have been.

[wandering around]

[fuckseptember]

[after this, Peter is in the hotel room, sitting against the wall doing absolutely nothing]

[skepticalities]

[opens the door and steps in, shrugging off his coat. he pauses upon seeing Peter, and then approaches him slowly.]

Peter . . . ?

[fuckseptember]

[it takes him a second to look at him]

Hey.

[skepticalities]

[. . . steps over and sits down next to him. not too close to the point of crowding him, but close enough.]

Are you okay?

[fuckseptember]

[ LJ is full of hate]

Just for reference, what happens if people try to have sex? Fuzzy animals?

[skepticalities]

Yeah. It happened to a couple of kids I'm familiar with.

[fuckseptember]

I've never gone without sex unwillingly.

[skepticalities]

We're going to have to deal with it because I'm not willing to risk the consequences.