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[hashtagparkerluck]

Who: Peter && OPEN
Where: various catch-all
When: Month: Apple; Day: 3
What: Peter hanging around on the train; gets bored
Warnings: uh... possibly language?



{ Breakfast! }

Peter had tried to get sleep early-he really had. He wasn't too sure exactly what time it was when crawled into his top bunk but he knew it wasn't that late. He pulled the blankets up and rolled over on his side to curl up and hopefully drift off to sleep. Of course it doesn't work. He stares at the wall of Cabin 1A and tries to get his mind to calm down.

It's hours later when he finally gives up trying to sleep and rolls over to see if he can make out Gwen's silhouette in the darkened Cabin. He wonders if she's asleep-what she's dreaming about if she is asleep. He hopes it's a nice dream. He hopes both of his other Cabin mates are having nice dreams-even the one that's a little... extra and maybe a bit self-centered. They deserve to have nice dreams. He lets out a quiet sigh and glances up at the ceiling, searching it for something he can focus on and follow with his eyes.

It's several more hours before he's finally asleep.

when morning comes-Peter's late to breakfast prep again on account of he's fast asleep and stays that way until well into the middle of the morning. He doesn't have a great grasp of time being as they're in the void but it feels like it's around eleven when he finally wakes up. He crawls out of his bed and heads to the dining car-grabbing coffee that he knows he'll need, and some breakfast. He settles into the same seat he'd been in yesterday. Just like Yesterday, his hairs a mess and he's still in his pajamas. He sets his stuff down, yawns and lays his head on the table just like he'd done yesterday morning.


{ Lunch Prep }

Peter's on his fifth cup of coffee that's mostly just cream and sugar at this point but there are no energy drinks to be found and he has to get energy somehow. Luckily, the effects of five cups of coffee on his metabolism aren't quite the same as they would be on a normal one. He's still jittery though, hands shaking as he tries to help make some egg themed sandwich-wait what was the next ingredient?

He's taken time to get dressed by this point-mostly anyway. He's got his t-shirt on underneath his hoodie because he just doesn't care much for the polo-it's a little scratchy and with his senses fluctuating off and on here and there he'd rather not deal with a little scratchy turning into 'omg there are needles in my shirt' should he dial up to eleven or worse.

"My Aunt's not really the best at cooking." He explains conversationally as he moves over to measure something out. "I mean.. she's not terrible... but she burns stuff a lot." His expression softens though as he thinks about May-will he get to see her again? He doesn't know and that thought bothers him more than anything else on the train ever could.

"Uh... is it supposed to-I think I put too much in?"


{ Cabin A }

Peter's bored. He was bored at this time yesterday and he's bored now. There's very little to do on the train and he really, really hopes that if the train stops somewhere (it's gotta stop somewhere, right? It'll need fuel eventually??) he's going to try and stock up on... stuff. He hasn't decided what that stuff is gonna be but he's definitely gonna stock up on it if only to keep himself from getting so bored.

He's back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head. He'd try to nap if he thought it'd do any good but he knows he'll just end up not sleeping later-not that he was going to sleep anyways. He lets out a sigh and sits up, climbing down and stepping out of 1A. He moves over to the screen-what was it called again? Communication point??- and messes with the screen some, going through the list of available options before he settles on a game just mindless enough to be addicting and it gives him something to do.


{ Are we there yet? }

Dinner prep starts in about an hour and Peter has ditched his purple hoodie back in 1A. Instead, he's wearing his 'find x' t-shirt and sitting on one of the benches as he watches the void-or stares at it. He's not really watching it so much as completely zoned out while facing it's direction.

He's got so many questions he wants to ask-what kind of void is it-are they traveling between universes. Will they get to go home? Is there a reason they're riding this train? Will any one turn up? Sadly, no one can really answer those questions. If he could just get some answers maybe he'd feel better-that wasn't to stay he felt bad but maybe a little uneasy considering it's been three days since they started this journey.

"Aren't we there yet?" He whines to no one in particular as his head drops down in defeat. "It's been three days already, we gotta be at least... almost where ever it is we're going, right?"

Comments

breakfast

[siriusly]

Uh-oh. Manabu knows that zombie walk; he's often the one doing that! He lets the boy shuffle up to the dining level unbothered, himself a bit encumbered with foodstuffs and not fit for a chat in the middle of the corridor, but once he has a chance to set it all down in the kitchen, he climbs up the stairs and peers in to where Peter eventually faceplanted.

"Ah...I, I see you already grabbed a drink," he remarks, trying to keep his voice both loud enough to be heard but not...abrasive. Weird balance. He should've started with a bit of throat-clearing, he thinks. "I've already started getting the kitchen set up. Did...you want to be the first one to taste-test breakfast?"

Re: breakfast

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's already halfway asleep again by the time Manabu makes it up to the dining portion of the car. He lets out a soft snore before jolting awake again blinking around before he remembers where he is. He really needs to find some way to get better sleep. He rubs at his face some and then takes a drink of coffee before that question actually registers.

"What? taste-test? What time is it?" He glances towards the window and frowns at the multicolored swirl as if expecting it to tell him how early or late it was. How long did he get to sleep for this time?

"How did I wake up this early? Oh my god-I'm so tired." He whines before drinking more coffee. "Uh... what is for breakfast?"

Re: breakfast

[siriusly]

"Lots of things," Manabu replies, a bit of a laugh in his voice. "But mostly eggs. Every recipe card in there calls for it. Sound good?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just offers a shrug as he sits back in his chair. Yeah, there was an abundance of eggs just like there was yesterday and the first day. Why so many eggs? Not that he has any against eggs but a variety would be nice.

“Nothing else is available.” He says with a yawn, adding more sugar to his coffee. “Eggs are fine.”

[siriusly]

"You got it!" Cheerfully, Manabu offers a thumbs-up before disappearing back down to the kitchen. It doesn't take very long at all for the place to start filling up with a pleasant, breakfasty aroma that long precedes him returning some minutes later with a hot plate that gets set down on before Peter.

"Eggs are pretty easy," he says, setting a fork down. "My mom used to say it was all in the fixings that determine a good breakfast dish. She owns a noodle shop back home, but she's amazing at any kind of food, in my opinion."

Are we there yet?

[knifewithnoname]

"No, we do no be being anywhere." She wasn't sure if he was talking to her, or to... Well there was no one else here. Perhaps he was talking to himself, like that weird girl with the silver hair.

She was sat nearby and she stood up on the chair so that she could pin point exactly where his voice had come from. It's Peter. The one who had helped her find her room. The one who belonged to Tony. In some way. She hasn't figured that out yet but Tony had called him my... Peter. Like there had been some other word to go there first.

It's all a bit complicated, figuring out all these strange people.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just lets out a strangled sigh and sinks into his seat. He wants off this stupid train. Or at least better games to occupy his time.

“Yeah, puts a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘out in the middle of nowhere.” He lets his head tilt back as he tries to reign in his composure and not appear nearly at stir crazy as he’s actually feeling.

He lets out breath and sits up some to look over at the little girl Mr Stark has since declared Buttercup.

“Oh hey! Are you as bored as I am on this thing? Guess you met Mr Stark, he said you’re going by Buttercup now. It’s cute. It’s a good name.”

[knifewithnoname]

Was he actually dying of boredom? She peaked further, no he seemed to just be being overdramatic. She smiled as he spoke to her though his words made her wonder.

"I do be thanking you, I do be thinking it do be being a good name too." Though not cute. It was not chosen to be cute. But if he thinks she's cute, she can work with that, probably. She's not all that good at pretending, that was more...

"Did Mr. Stark be giving you your name too?" Maybe that's what he did, found people and gave them names.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Nah," Peter shakes his head. "I mean-he calls me all sorts of things-usually like Pete, kid and underoos-he's really big on nick-names." He explains, a small smile on his face as he thinks about it. "But my parents named me when I was born-uh-possibly before I was born? They're not really around anymore so can't really ask them." He fidgets a little, tapping his fingers together.

"I got my middle name-uh-Benjamin-from My Uncle Ben-he was my dad's brother- I heard they were pretty close."

[knifewithnoname]

Well he had been quick to name her, so it made sense that he liked giving out nick-names. She got closer, cautiously, as he spoke. The way he is speaking, like all those people are in the past. Did that mean they had all died? Or maybe they had left him alone.

"You do be having three names, that do be being a lot." She said, to cover the fact she has no idea what an Uncle is. She understands brother though. That's like a sister, but a boy and she understands dad.

"Because they do no be being around anymore, do that be being why you do be working for mister Stark?"

Tony saw his job as keeping Peter safe, but it was clear that there was something more than that.

Pre-breakfast - 1A

[enthunder]

The first night, she wasn't surprised when no one slept well.
She certainly didn't - the lights, the motion of the train, the racing thoughts. Not a great combination. The second night, she's more concerned when she wakes up a third time that night and muzzily realises from the rhythm of the breathing above her that Peter is still awake. Then he sighs, and she reaches up and taps the bunk quietly without thinking about it.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's still just staring up at the ceiling, his mind running over everything he's done today and not done and worrying over how things with Thanos went as well as worried about that fact he wasn't falling asleep-if he fell asleep now he could maybe in a solid five hours but that's not gonna happen because he needs at least seven to fall asleep-or so he read somewhere but that doesn't work the same if you have insomnia.

He lets out a sigh and starts to try to roll over again when the tapping catching his attention. Apparently, he's not the only one awake. He's not sure how he feels about that. He sits up a little, propping himself up on his elbows and frowning into the dark-not sure how to answer because he doesn't really want to wake up Gwen or Hibiki-who's probably still pissed at him.

"Uh-yeah?" He whispers quietly, glancing over at Gwen to make sure she's still asleep.

[enthunder]

In the moments he takes to sit up, she's made a decision. Or rather, gone back to the same old decision she's been making lately, when someone she cares about is being a martyr. And it's almost too easy to care about the other people on this train. She slips out of her own bunk, bare feet almost soundless against the faux-wood flooring, and motions to the door of the cabin.

Her voice is soft, low - she doesn't want to wake the others any more than he does, but he's no good to himself just lying there.

"Gonna get some water... Come with me?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's sure there's no real point in just staying in bed-he's not tired. He wishes he was but he's just not and staring up at the ceiling is both boring and dangerous because it opens the door to let the bad thoughts in. And who knows, maybe a glass of water will do him so good.

"Y-Yeah... water sounds good." He agrees, voice still quiet as he climbs down from his bunk. He's just in pajamas and no shoes but if it's just a trip to the kitchen there's no real need to put on clunky hiking boots.

[enthunder]

Pajamas seem fine for this, she figures the eventual call to action will happen at a time that isn't 'in the middle of the sleep cycle'. The only time she regrets going barefoot is when they pass through the narrow, dark space between the carriages, where the softly singing wind seem particularly loud at this hour and the chill seeps into her skin.

Once they're clear of the sleeper and into the gym, she slows down to let him take the lead if he wants.

Are we there yet?

[mtsilver_conquor]

"Hmm?" She had been scribbling away in her notebook -almost all of it highly detailed notes on pokemon and what they can do, plus some of her thoughts on ghost-types and the various myths and legends surrounding them. It almost looks like it could be a lesson plan?- but now her concentrations broken and she looks up with a blink.

There's a sort of smile on her face when she answers. "I couldn't say honestly. With the outside as it is, it's hard to tell. All I know is we do have a destination."

They had to have one.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter didn't really expect anyone to know that answer and he's smart enough to know that since the train is still moving and doesn't seem to be slowing down, they are not there. But they might almost be there-whatever that would mean.

"Yeah-We gotta be going somewhere." He thinks. What would be the point of putting them all on a train in the middle of nowhere with no destination? "I mean, we gotta stop for like... fuel or something at some point, right? The train can't run forever."

At least, he hopes because he's gonna get bored really quickly if he has to stay on this thing for too much longer. He'll have to find some way to entertain himself.

[mtsilver_conquor]

"If it's running on magnetic-based power, it could run as long as there are tracks, but. Hmm. It will need to stop and restock, for us at least, if nothing else."

And who knows when that'll be. It's been three days so far. "At the very least, it could give us a change of scenery. Void," she has to assume that is what it is, if only because of the name of the train, "or not, staring out at it reminds me of old folktales and legends and gives me headaches."

[hashtagparkerluck]

"I don't think so." Peter says after a moment of thought. "The engine on the platform on day one was definitely a steam engine which typically runs on coal-I mean I really doubt that's what they're using for this train because a regular coal train could never travel in space and I really, really doubt it could travel in the void between universes. Uh... if that's... the void we're traveling in."

He rubs his forehead and leans back in the seat he's claimed to just lounge in. "You know, I don't mind traveling but I could really use more things to do on this train."

[mtsilver_conquor]

"That is a point..." Legends, she hopes he's wrong. "I can't say I know personally. Most trains run on magnetic-based power in my world."

There's a small shrug and a nod to Peter's words. "I wish I could say the same, though I'm used to long periods of little to do outside a few activities." She sympathises, she does! It's just that she's a professional trainer and used to doing the same thing over and over again, especially when travelling. "Hmm... Perhaps you could help me, though."

Lunch Prep

[sweetnessandfight]

"You did, but it's not a tragedy," Sarai said, grinning up at the poor boy. "You're going to murder your stomach with so much coffee--I can make you espresso tomorrow, you know." Or even later, if he really wanted to stay awake.

She reaches over for another avocado--today's lunch seems to be avocado toast. She's avoided putting lemon in it, substituting vinegar for the citrus acid--Sarai's sharp and observant, and has caught on to certain things. "So...how do you do with pasta? I'm thinking of doing a pasta with cream sauce tonight to change things up, since we do have noodles and milk and--enough eggs to kill a horse. I'm not sure we've got hard cheeses, but I've a mind to try to fake it, honestly." And it might be a nice change; they've certainly got an abundance of bread.

"I've just heard you've had a few, ah, culinary and herbal challenges so far, and to put it delicately, I don't want to set you off again. So, help a girl out as to what I should avoid? Garlic?" She gives Peter a sheepish smile, but she's all in earnest. He's a teenager, he's got to eat.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Nah, It's mostly sugar and I drink energy drinks at home all the time." And he really wishes he had a red bull, or Monster, Rockstar or even a full throttle at this point! Maybe when the train stops-it's got to at some point, right?- He'll find somewhere that sells what he really wants.

"Y-yeah... this morning uh... turns out I'm allergic to Rosemary-who knew?" Considering they're preparing food he's not going to talk about what the reaction was but he's feeling much better after a quick nap and just resting for a few hours. Although, maybe he should slow it down on the coffee. His stomach is still a little irritated.

"I can do pasta-that sounds really good actually." And provided he doesn't run into another mishap he'll even help prepare it if he can.

[sweetnessandfight]

"I just want to make things you can eat, you know? Rosemary too--I think I'm going to start making portions that are barely spiced for you--do you know of anyone else who might need that?"

It's more work, but that's one thing Sarai never minds. She'd go the distance. Besides, it wasn't as if she couldn't lay out spices as well, and they could season it as they liked--whoever might need such a thing.

"Well, good, we'll change it up tonight, then, and do some sort of carbonara, I think." Sarai gave a satisfied nod at that.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Considering the incident from earlier Peter can't help but nod in agreement. "Yeah, that's... probably not a bad idea, actually." He looks down at his coffee and takes another drink.

"Yeah-uh Gwen-have you met Gwen yet? She and I have a lot of the same allergies... it's kinda... a weird coincidence." He looks away, knowing that it isn't a coincidence at all. Radioactive Spider-Bites change your DNA up and being part spider means they're basically susceptible to things Spiders are.

"That sounds good-there was a place down the road from my apartment that May and I would go to sometimes-it was kinda pricey but she burns dinner a lot so we eat out kinda... a lot since Ben uh... passed. He was the one that was the cook in our family."

later on:

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen's Spider-Sense being what it is, she has that pull to be somewhere. Somewhere that isn't her web-hammock in the gym car. It's only a half hour old, but Gwen's out of it with a graceful leap the second her Spider-Sense tells her to go.

It's not danger she's in. It's just instinct to go where her Spider-Sense tells her she's needed.

But why she follows it to a sleeper carriage not her own, she doesn't know. Until she hears a familiar groan from inside.

"Peter..." It's said to herself, both in mild and quiet alarm, and in understanding. Knowing why she let herself be led here.

So she knocks on the door and calls out. "Peter? Are you okay in there?" She looks at the names on the cabin and sighs some. Now she knows how he got in there, but the why still eludes her.