Peter Octavian

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!]

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!]

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!]