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Peter Parker ([personal profile] hashtagparkerluck) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-06-25 08:10 pm

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Who: Peter, an unconscious Joss & You?
When: late, late day 27 possibly creeping into day 28.
What: Peter might have had a little too much bourbon. A little.
Warnings: Underaged drinking and also probably an angry Irondad in the comments somewhere.


Peter's had way too much. The room feels like it's spinning a little and his peripheral vision is blurred beyond recognition. He can already tell this is going to end badly. Somehow, he's gotta get Joss back to his bed and then himself back to his bed without running into anyone because he does not want to explain this to anyone or why his plan to stop the ten year old from drink was to drink the whole bottle.

He sucks in breath and scoops up the smaller boy-luckily his strength didn't somehow deplete but man does feel dizzy and wobbly. Which cabin does Joss stay in again? On second thought, maybe he should just take him back to his cabin-he'll get teleported back anyway and there's less of a chance he'll get caught.

He gets the door to the quiet car they'd been drinking open and steps out.
knifewithnoname: (that sounds unpleasent)

I guess somewhere on the journey back?

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-06-27 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter?

She was out and about of course. Her nightly wanderings were getting shorter honestly, as she became used to the sleeping pattern the other passengers used. But she still wandered for a few hours each night, enjoying the relative quiet. There were always people around, but less than usual.

Which was good on an ever more busy train.

She's not surprised to see Peter. He is often awake at odd hours. But she smells the alcohol and notices Joss and wrinkles her nose. "What did you be doing?"
knifewithnoname: (pondering)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-06-28 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I can be smelling." She wrinkled her nose at them both. "Be coming on then, you do be needing to be getting to bed before mister Stark do be finding you."

Because that will only end in yelling.
knifewithnoname: (serious)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-07-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Room A in the second sleeper." She told him, wrinkling her nose. She didn't have everyone's rooms memorised, people arrived and vanished too much for that, but there were some she knew and he had been on the train for a while.

"We will be getting him to bed and then getting you to bed, you can be dealing with trouble in the morning."

She spoke patiently, as if Peter was all of a sudden the younger.
knifewithnoname: (But I don't want that)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-07-07 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"You did be doing something that could be getting you into trouble." Would be getting him into trouble. It was a fact.

"You do be having two choices, be going and sleeping in your bed, or playing 'monz in your bed." She has no idea what that is, but sure. "Where mister Stark can no even be getting in without a ticket. Or you can be going to your dressing car which do be being a rubbish hiding place, because everyone do be knowing where it is. And be being caught and grounded."

She's aware he's drunk. But even so.
knifewithnoname: (sadness)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-07-11 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I do no be knowing. Nothing do be making sense here and dead people do be living so." He might, it wasn't impossible.

And if he could come here... if the dead could come here? She frowned, banishing the thought back into the darkness of her mind where such thought belonged.

It was much easier when the dead remained dead.

"Maybe it do be being better he do no be being here now, it do be being one less person to be being scrunch faced mad at you."
knifewithnoname: (heartbreak)

[personal profile] knifewithnoname 2020-07-17 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
What? No Peter. You can't sit here. Here is not for sitting. It is bed time. She sighs at him, trying to keep her patience. Then he began talking, his eyes went leaky.

The words, he missed his uncle. It hurt because he wasn't here. That was a normal feeling? To miss someone so much it hurt? Well. At least she is normal. But he is sad about people leaving, sad about everything.

She's reminded about a time, a year ago, maybe a bit more now. When Taiwin had come back off a job, far too late and far too drunk. They had hidden him. He was a stupid face but if he got punished he would be in a terrible mood forever. He had been loose with his words, just like Peter now. Talking about regrets, his voice laced with a pain she hadn't understood.

Still didn't understand. All three of them had separately and silently decided to never speak of that night again. But she is reminded now.

"No." She shook her head. "I did no never be thinking about it." She's still not convinced she ever had any. She's heard too munch about places where things don't work like in Peter's world. What if she grew on a tree? What if she was made like a clone? "You can no be sitting here Peter."