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[sticky entry] Sticky: Voicemail

Aug. 2nd, 2016 11:06 pm
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Hi, this is Peter Octavian. If you leave a message, I'll get back to you when I can. Thanks.
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Peter had been working up to this for some time. The truth was, he'd probably been ready some time ago, but he couldn't help a bit of nerves. After all, if this went wrong, he could end up very messily dead. Or in someplace he really didn't want to be.

He was sure he had it, though. Could practically reach out and feel the welcome of his home, a place he belonged.

He closed his eyes and centered himself for a while, then reached with his magic, and the air in front of him shimmered with a faint green-gold light. He took a deep breath and stepped through.



Peter's going expat. Open post to anybody that wants to see him before he leaves.
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Nicephorus woke up this morning in a very confusing place.

Fortunately, there was a note on very fine paper labeled with his name and someone else's, because Peter had gotten in the habit of keeping one on the dresser.

Your name is Nicephorus, well, yes, he knew that, but everybody here calls you Peter. That was different. The square thing here is a phone. It's a device to contact people, and it also has a calendar on it.

There were instructions on how to work the basics of that, what places might have food, and who he could trust where he was. It was all very strange, but it sounded like it would at least be an adventure!

So Nicephorus - no, Peter, right - picked up the phone, put it in his pocket, and headed out.

[Establishy, but open to the roomie or anyone to drop by if they want before he leaves.]
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Apparently it was a crime that Peter had never had cake vodka, so he and Kaidan had grabbed a cab at the causeway and taken it to a bar in Baltimore that was likely to have it.

Peter thanked and tipped the cabbie, then waved at the door. "Looks okay to me. You?"


[OOC: For the bar-hopping one mentioned!]
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The cold didn't really bother Peter, and the TV had somehow turned into a fireplace, but he had belatedly realized it probably did bother some people, so he had gone around to every floor of the building, tacking up signs and hadnwavily knocking on doors to see if people needed a warm place.

He couldn't fix everybody's apartment, but he could definitely magic up warm air in his own. And light. And there were chips left over from movie nights?

Anyway, the apartment was open for guests!


[Open post as it says!]
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There had been a bat in the apartment since Wednesday. At the moment, it was hanging from the doorframe to Peter's room.

And then Peter was upside-down in the doorway, tumbling to the ground before he could adjust to it, and yelling briefly, startled.

He sat there for a moment blinking, readjusting his brain to more sentient standards.

Well, that had happened.


[Post open to the roomie or anyone who wants to call, text, or drop by.]
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This morning, Peter had really thrown his hands up and the towel in. He could change shape the same as always, but whenever he stopped thinking about it, it was like he defaulted to female.

So fine, island, you won. That didn't mean he wasn't going to have pizza, beer, and movie night.

It just meant he was wishing a bit more than usual that the beer did anything for him.


[Open post!]
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After the last few times and getting more people than he'd ever planned on, Peter was giving up.

He'd just drawn up some half-assed signs and taped them in the apartment lobby and on his door.

Movie night # -2
BYOB and food if you don't want pizza and beer


And they were definitely not watching any animated anything tonight. That stuff was way too traumatizing.


[Open post! Drop by for movie, pizza, and beer!]
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So, Kanan was back from wherever, and had a friend with him. Since he was one of Peter's few friends on the island, another movie night sounded good. Beer and pretzels were there already, and he'd ordered a pizza.

Did they really want to watch a movie about wars, though? Surely there was something else that wasn't animated.


[OOC: Open post! Drop by, follow people there, hear the commotion, or whatever! SP for a bit, but SP is love!]
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Peter had gone out of his way this night.

He'd bought pretzels and chips.

Hey, when you didn't eat, that was extravagant!

There was also some dark beer he liked the taste of that wasn't too pricey. And an actual TV and Netflix account he'd bought a couple months back when it seemed like he'd never catch up on pop culture otherwise. They'd both mostly been gathering dust since (albeit Netflix metaphorically).

His sword and guns were carefully stored on the wall out of reach of the couch, just in case. PTSD was so much fun.

Peter looked around. That...seemed to be all he needed. If Kanan wanted food, he could order a pizza. Did you need anything else for a movie night?


[OOC: For the one mentioned! Though I suppose neighbors are welcome to pop in.]
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It was fairly quiet out here in the preserve; the odd animals seemed uninterested in Peter, which was fine with him. He wasn't out here to animal-watch.

It had gotten oppressive in his apartment, the walls seeming to press on him along with the memories. He still needed to do more, though. The magic was coming back to him, and he needed to remember more.

The air crackled slightly around him as he sank to his knees and took a deep breath. He cupped his hands together, channeling the excess energy into a ball, then pushing it away to dissipate in the air. He took another breath and sank back into the memories of Hell, searching for what he needed. From the outside, it might look like meditation, if you ignored the expression on his face.



[Expecting one!]
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Another night, another round of not sleeping. Not that Peter particularly needed sleep most of the time, but it didn't mean he didn't like it.

He certainly liked it much better than what he'd been doing instead lately. Revisiting memories of Hell was far from his first choice of pleasant pastimes. But he'd been making progress, had unlocked the magic again and relearned the basics of control. If he kept going at this rate, maybe he'd be able to figure out portaling soon.

Maybe he'd be able to go home. The memories of Hell would be worth it.

He hoped.
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Unexpected owner of a flower shop or not, Peter still had a life to get back to in his own world. And since, as Sparkle had said, Portalocity couldn't get him home, that meant finding his own way.

Which meant magic. He knew magic, could feel it humming through him and sparking in the air around him, but the methods of using it...those were distant and fuzzy, twined with the memories of Hell. He was just as happy to let those go, but calling up one meant recalling the other.

So he sat in the middle of his still mostly empty living room and sank into a meditative trance, slowly calling up and filing away memories. There were a lot of them, and most were far from pleasant. But each one held a bit of magic, a bit of control, a bit of experience that he might need.

Occasionally one of his hands would twitch or curl into a shape, and a faint glow of one color or another would form and dissipate. Otherwise, he sat still, eyes closed, not even breathing.


[Post is open if anyone wants to knock or call! Anyone sensitive to magic might sense something going on.]
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Peter decided after a few days that he really couldn't stay in the hotel for as long as it took him to get back home. Kanan had said he had an apartment in this place, so it seemed like a good place to start.

The balcony upstairs was tempting, but in the end, Peter went for defensible over picturesque, and took the basement apartment.

He looked around it, thought about staying here, and made a few decisions.

Like that first, he was going to need a bed.


[OOC: Open post! Come meet the new guy!]
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It had been...months now? A year, maybe?...since the demon lord had entered Peter, clawed his way inside and made Peter a puppet in his own flesh. Much of his memory - of the time and of before - was mercifully vague, the only saving grace of this latest torture. And now, here was Meaghan, and Will, and the Stranger, and Peter wanted to shout to them, tell them to be careful, it isn't me!

Cut for length, but also blood and guts )

Infopost!

Jul. 20th, 2016 10:34 pm
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Oh, boy, I have a newbie! I won't put the whole description from his app in here, so let me summarize.

Vampire!Jesus, vampire!Charlemagne, and vampire!Buffalo Bill teamed up with the UN Security Force to take down Beelzebub.

Okay, maybe I should be a little less succinct. )

Just about Peter )

His powers )
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