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voidtreckerexpress2019-07-06 01:07 am
hashtagparkerluck) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-07-06 01:07 am
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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?"
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?"
u good go to sleep peter
"I'll keep an eye out for one, all the same. Could be more connected cars we don't have access to just yet." He kind of wishes he'd paid more attention to the train exterior before sleepily boarding, but...
"Feel better, Peter!" he calls, backing up toward his own cabin, giving Tony a nod. "And let me know if anything comes up. Looks like it'll be easy to spread word around, so."
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"Just rest, kid. Everything's going to be fine."
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He scoots over when instructed but the jostling doesn't do any good for his already angry stomach. He takes in breaths through his nose and tries to focus on the cool cloth dabbing his forehead and not his stomach. It doesn't work and in two seconds he's sitting up so fast and grabbing the bag he'd been given and coughing up more bile.
Stupid Flowers.
"Sorry, Mr Stark." He manages, with a few breaths. "I know this probably isn't how-" He coughs more bile into the bag. "-you wanted to spend your morning."
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"Stop talking!" He orders and tries not to gag himself. His words never match his actions. As he said that, he held onto Peter, supporting him as he was straining to sit up and rubbing his back through the violent vomiting.
He waits a few moments to make sure the current spell has passed before pulling away. "Come on. Off with your shirt. You got it dirty." He pulled his own shirt off too. It.. might have gotten caught a little in the splash zone. It left him in just a white tank top but it was okay. The important thing was getting Peter through this. He helps him get the t-shirt off and uses the wash cloth to help him out.
It amuses him to think how only a couple years ago this would've been the last thing he would've done. He didn't have the stomach usually for this. However a couple years of changing dirty diapers and when some bodily fluid was oozing out of a baby every few seconds, he got used to it- or at least desensitized to it.
"Hey, hold up one finger for yes and one for no. Are you getting cold? Need a hoodie?"
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"Um..." He starts, not really wanting to just flat out ask considering he'd just been ordered to not talk. Once the issue of the sick bag had been taken care of, he pulls off his gray NASA shirt and hands it over to Tony. If it had been anyone else aside from Aunt May and maybe Happy he would have clammed up and immediately have started coming up with reasons as to why he shouldn't just be whipping his shirt off-not that, that was what he was doing. Just as Tony asks, he holds up one finger because he is cold. He's not shivering yet because Spiders can't really thermoregulate-Peter can but it takes a bit.
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Lastly he opens his storage box and pulls out one of his hoodies. "Let me help so you don't move too much." He was very careful to keep his movements obvious and minimally invasive. He knows what Peter has been through, so he doesn't want to freak the kid out when he was already feeling bad. Or really, any other time.
"Now just lay back and try to sleep, kid. Do you want me to stay here next to you or over there?" He points to Lightning's bed. Before Peter can answer, he holds up his fingers. "One for here, two for there."
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He allows Tony to pull the hoodie over his head and the moment it's on, he's laying back down and curling up again. It's still cold, he's still shivering and his teeth are still chattering, annoyingly. He's never gonna get to sleep like this. He very shakily holds up one finger, thinking maybe he can leech some warmth out of his mentor.
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With a soft smile, he lays down next to the boy and drags the blanket up over him. Carefully settling down on his back, Tony wraps an arm around Peter's shoulders and pulls him close. He lets Peter use his shoulder and chest as a pillow before closing his eyes. "You're going to be okay, kid." He presses a very small, very blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss to the top of Peter's messy brown hair.
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"Mmhm..." He lets out sleepily and miserably. If he felt any better he'd probably insist he was fine and might even feel a bit of embarrassment over needing an adult like this. He's not five after all, he's sixteen but instead he's just trying to keep his mouth shut and focusing on trying to drift off to sleep.