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[velveteenwolf]

[It starts with cursing, with some fumbling with the device: and this is why Peter never wanted Roman's fucking iPhone. Jesus fuck how do you get this thing to work?]

Yo.

[There's finally a wave of fingers, although it seems lackluster. Flat blue eyes set into a scruffy face as the image finally catches something more engaging than the floor swings into view. Oh, hey. He's in a pair of boxers that look a little overworn, and he's on the furry side for a teen boy as slender as he is. There's a stylized 'g' tattooed on the left side of his ribs.]

Does anyone have any smokes? I don't do charity, but I'll trade something for it.

[There is a pause, he seems like he's about to cut the feed, but there's a moment of hesitance that ends in mute cursing. He doesn't care, none of this fucking matters. Fuck this place.]

And pants. I guess.

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[brobeforehos]

Well, that's - one way to make an entrance. I know the Welcome Center are very friendly when it comes to providing newcomers with clothes, but not so sure on the cigarettes.

[velveteenwolf]

Smokes are definitely way more important than pants.

[His mouth quirks, and there's a sharp hint of mirth there. He definitely seems utterly unashamed about being in his underwear, even after all the fucked up shit that's happened, he's at home in his skin in a way that's bone-deep.]

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[grigio]

[R needed clothes. There was literally no fucking way Julie was going to let him wander around in the clothes he died and arrived in. So she'd been out shopping. Nothing exciting. Just t-shirts, jeans. In varying sizes because Julie really has no clue what size.

How does one shop for a guy, anyway?

She hasn't gotten him his clothes yet and when she spots Peter's video, she smirks a bit. She's by the fountain, watching this video with some amusement. Holding up the shopping bags, she speaks.]

I'm buying clothes for a friend of mine who can't speak very well and doesn't remember what size clothes he wears. So I grabbed a lot of everything. There's bound to be something that fits.

[velveteenwolf]

Sure. I'll trade you something for it.

[What? He'll figure that out. She looks blonde and pretty and that feels like a kick in the fucking teeth right now. Screw this. Pain and caring and death. There was always too much fucking dying.

He shrugs his shoulders with forced nonchalance.]

I'd offer to meet you, but I just got here.

[No, it's not his lack of clothes that stops him.]

[spaghettiokay]

[Well, this is a little embarrassing. Not just the other boy's lack of pants, but...his lack of panic, as well. Not at all like Xavier's entrance a few days ago...]

Lookin' for these?

[He raises his eyebrows, as well as a half empty pack of cigarettes. He's not terribly fond of them really, but they've done well to calm his nerves these past few days.]

Not sure what you could trade, but...

[velveteenwolf]

Fuck man, you're my savior right now. Yes, please, yes.

[He shrugs his shoulders at the question about trade.]

I give a mean hand massage.

[Yeah, okay, so it's not much, but he hasn't exactly had the time to pick up his typical collection of odds and ends here.]

is this the real life?

[saturniapavonia]

[Or is this a curse? Maybe a curse like some bad Canadian penny that sneaks into the bunch.]

You're out pants and smokes and you've been here how long?

[Hi, Peter.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter just stares at Roman's stupid fucking face for a moment. Well, fuck. He knew, knew in his Swadisthana as he stared into the mirror that he was going to leave, catch a ride on the fucking wind and disappear.]

Shee-it.

[Because, really. What the fuck else was there to say?

Apparently, the illusion under the illusion the underlined everything refused to let him escape this. Escape the boy with fucking roofie eyes that didn't understand a cage.]

What the fuck are you doing here?

[It's only a little bitter, mostly confusion, mostly the fact that fifteen minutes ago his mother was cooing into the phone as she heard the news about Letha.]

[mightbeconcussed]

You're missing your pants?

[velveteenwolf]

Well. It's more accurate to say I didn't have any on when I ended up here.

[He's also barefoot. This place is not exactly on his good side so far, of course at the moment, Peter doesn't really have a good side.]

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[hexuality]

Oh, lovely.

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[velveteenwolf]

Is that "I like what I see" or "put clothes on jackass"?

[Have a bemused smile and a raised eyebrow. Talking to people draws out his charisma, even if it's a little bit against his will.]

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[studmuffin]

Smokes before pants. [ What is with people? ] Usually people just ask for answers, but hey!

Has anyone offered up?

[velveteenwolf]

Answers? No. I was kind of figuring everyone was about the same level of fucked.

[Peter seems surprisingly unphased by being here.

But, hey! He's got pants on now. He's still shirtless, but he's a dirty gypsy, and the amount of clothes he wears on his own time is usually less than what people are comfortable with.]

You got wisdom to share?

[It's a little bit snarky. It's both as ingrained as breathing, and, well, his life has kind of really fucking sucked recently.]

[mapmaker]

Do you know your ... telephone is recording?

[ And you, good sir, are without trousers. ]

[velveteenwolf]

Wouldn't have been very effective at getting cigarettes if it wasn't.

[Hey, he's got jeans on now, at least. Even if he is still without a shirt, at least he's not standing around in his underwear. It's a little bit of an improvement?]

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[lefthandedgenius]

[A little hairy, but cute half-naked guy on her devices catches Lydia's attention.]

Has anyone offered you pants yet?

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah. Apparently boxers aren't up to dress code.

[There's a faint twitch of his lips as he looks over the redhead that popped up on his device. He is, however, still topless. And barefoot, but the video feed doesn't catch that. It does catch how he tucks thumbs into the waist of denims that are possibly newer than anything he's ever owned.]

I'm Peter.

[There's a half-hearted wave.]

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[trenchknives]

You got smokes yet? I can provide those. Pants, you might be on your own.

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[velveteenwolf]

People here have been surprisingly accommodating. I even have some whiskey.

[Look, pants! Or, well, jeans anyway, although he's still topless. He's got a cigarette and a roguish grin.]

Gotta say, it's definitely an interesting way to meet new people.

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[daggers]

So, any luck with the pants?

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[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, actually. People around here are... strangely nice. I'm waiting for the part where the murders come out at night.

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[bettercallit]

[ There's a lazy smirk on his face as he appears on screen, but he's not at all surprised; he's been here long enough to have seen worse with new arrivals. ]

Would've asked for pants first, but I could probably sort you out with both.

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[velveteenwolf]

Dude, without the smokes it's hard to care about pants.

[Which he has now, by the way. Pants and a cigarette and while he's still topless, there's an air to it that says it's probably by choice.]

But, since this seems to have been a great way to meet the nice people around here, I'll bite. What's your name?

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[helsmaiden]

[Leah is well known for her attraction to shirtless men. She is just now learning that this extends to pantsless men as well.]

I am sorry [NOT] that I cannot [DO NOT WISH TO] help you in your search.

[aka please remain shirtless and pantsless, dear fellow.]

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[velveteenwolf]

[Well, when the feed pops up, Peter seems to (sadly) have acquired pants. He is, however, still very much without a shirt, so Leah is more than able to continue with that appreciation of his body.]

It's fine. Someone gave me some leftovers from shopping, I guess. What's your name?

[They say that gypsies will steal the rings from your fingers and the love from your heart. Blame it on that smile. That one. Right there.]