Peter Octavian

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.]

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.]

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!]

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.]