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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?"

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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.”

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.

"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."

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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.

Peter offers another shrug, clearly not bothered by her getting closer. "Having three names is actually pretty common where I'm from." He leans in a little, to mock whisper conspiratorially- "-although I'm pretty convinced the middle name is just to let you known when you're in big trouble. Someone calls me by 'Peter Parker' they're just trying to get my attention-I'm probably not in too much trouble yet. But, if I hear 'Peter Benjamin Parker' then I know shit's about to go down and I'm probably grounded-whoa sorry-I mean stuff. Stuff's about to go down."

Please, please don't tell on him for cursing in front of a little girl. He relaxes in the seat again, glancing out at the swirling void.

"No.. uh.. my uh... internship with Mr Stark is uh... a little more complicated. My parents... passed when I was five so I had to move in with May and Ben-Uh May's my Aunt. And then... two years ago my uncle got uh... killed in a robbery gone wrong. So, I didn't meet Mr Stark until like six months after that." He takes a quick breath and tries not to show how upsetting talking about Ben still is at times.

"What about you? Do you know anything about your mom and dad?"

That was a lot of words. A lot of words very quickly and it took her a moment to try and follow the thread. Lots of people had three names in his world, if you used all three it meant big trouble. His parents passed... Passed what? Or was that one of the ways people said dead without actually saying it? It's hard to keep track.

His uncle being a thief was an interesting one, she wouldn't have guessed that. Peter seemed very light following. Then again she knew pick pockets who prayed to light gods. Still he can't have been a good thief, if he had gotten killed.

She shrugged at the question. "I do no be having any. No that they died." She waved her hand, "I did just no never be having any." Plenty of people didn't so it wasn't really an issue.

"What do shit be meaning? And grounded? And... Internship?"

Yeah, he's not surprised to hear that she doesn't have a mom and dad. She must have biological parents somewhere but he's not gonna mention anything about it and just offers a somewhat sad nod. All the more reason to look out for her. He might have said something to that effect but instead he spazzes-sitting up bolt right when he hears that word come out of her mouth.

"Oh my god! You can't say that!" Never mind that, he himself said it moments ago-but that was an accident. There's a reason he changed it to stuff. "It's a bad word-uh-an adult word. Also, grounded is what I'm gonna be if Mr Stark hear's you say that word-Oh my god-please don't say that word-I shouldn't even be using it."

For a moment she looked startled and then she laughed, a delighted sound. "It do be being a curse word you do be meaning?" A curse word she hadn't heard, she thought she knew them all!

It's good to know that mister Stark would get angry if she cursed though, useful information. Also his panic is funny, he looks so silly just like when he made stupid mouse sounds.

"Be calming down." She laughed again, "I will no be saying it where he can be hearing." Grounded was punishment then? And Peter was scared of mister Stark's anger. All good information to have.

Peter just watches her a moment, panic still clear on his face as she just starts laughing. Slowly, he relaxes a little, letting out a sigh as she continues to laugh at him.

"y-yeah... it's a curse word." He admits. "And how about you just don't say it? Anyone hears you say that word they're gonna know you learned it from me and I'll get in trouble." Of course he's scared of Mr Stark's angry. Have you ever seen him angry? 2/10 Would not recommend.

"Right, right I will no be saying it." She grinned at him. She likes him despite him being stupid and light following. She doesn't actually want to get him into trouble. At least not yet.

It might be useful down the line. "You do no need to be looking so worried."

"Thanks, you're awesome." He says casually with a thumbs up before leaning back in the seat like he had been before. "So... uh... wanna play a game?" You know, just to pass the time since this train ride seems like it's gonna go on forever and a day.

"I haven't seen any cards around but there's the gym carriage and uh I've got my notebook we could play like... tic-tac-toe or hangman or something."

She wrinkled her nose. Games were for babies and those so drunk they didn't mind they were losing a fortune. But on the flip side, she's bored.

She doesn't want to play a baby game, but cards she knows. That's not for babies. She has no idea what tic-tac-toe is and hangman... Sounds much more violent than she would have expected from Peter.

"I do no be knowing what those do be being. But I do be knowing cards and dice."

"Yeah, well... kinda hard to play cards without the deck of cards." He says with some regret as he sits back up again and pulls out his notebook. "Okay so, Hangman's really easy."

He draws a kind of upside down 'L'. No need to get too graphic with it. "This is the scaffold. Now, I'm gonna think of a word and I'll keep it simple for now."

He taps the pencil on the paper, trying to think of a word he knows she'll know. He marks six lines on the paper underneath his scaffold. "Now, you try and guess what the word is by giving me letters-if the letter's in the word then I'll put in one of these spaces. If it's not then I draw part of a little stick figure man. If you guess the word or fill it in before the man is uh-hanged. You win. If I draw a complete little dude like this.-" He draws a quick stick figure up in the corner. "-It means I win. And don't worry, I'll only fill in like... one piece at a time."

It was indeed hard to play cards without cards. So other games were probably best. She leaned forwards to watch as he began to explain hangman. Those lines were the scaffold? So they were going to draw a hanged man and not actually hang anyone.

Not as violent as she had though, but really more in line with what she expected. So she had to guess letters and he drew a man piece by piece if she got it wrong.

"I do be understanding." She nodded. Six letters if each of those lines was a letter... Tricky as there are lots more letters than six...

"I do be guessing... T"

"Good guess, but sorry." Peter offers genuinely apologetic look before drawing a circle for a head.

He then moves the down a little further on the page to draw in a 'T'. "This is so you know what letters you've already tried."

She pulls a face. But there are a lot of letters and choosing only six is going to be tricky.

"Then I do be choosing P."

Peter shakes his head gently and adds a line to indicate the body and writes the letter 'P' next the T. Should he tell her to start with the vowels or would she get upset about him offering help? She seems like the independent type.

No T either. Well. She clearly needed to think smarter than just picking letters at random. She closed her eyes, visualising some words. What letters stood out most?

"I do be choosing L"

And this time, she's rewarded by Peter filling in an L in the second blank as he nod encouragingly.

"Yup! Good job!"

She had got one! She grinned triumphantly. Now she had five more letters to go and she knew the second letter was an L.

"I do be choosing A."

Her triumph is gonna be short lived, sadly. Peter offers a small shake of his head and draws in a line to indicate an arm before writing an 'A' in by the previous letters 'T and P'

She pulled a face. A was a really common letter... She thought again. "I do be choosing... E."

Peter nods and writes in an E in the second to last space, Leaving her with _ L _ _ E _.

"That's two down, four to go!"

She stared at the word, but still couldn't think of what it might be. But there are only four letters left...

"I do be choosing M."

"No, no M." Peter Writes with the others 'TPA' before drawing another arm on the stick figure.