23 May 2013 @ 01:35 pm
[This icon has never been so appropriate.]

Well. I suppose it's meant to make sense that I spent three years without so much as a hint that I'd been here before.

Is the headache normal? I think it's all those memories coming back. [Wasn't he a woman once? And... who knows what else. Let's not think about it.] Or probably the fact that I landed face-first in a fountain.

At least I won't be asking anyone for a trip to hospital this time.

[Pause. He sounds like he's mostly talking to himself, but he really hopes there's someone out there listening.]

Can't believe this is still here. It looks like nothing's changed.


I need a drink.

[Feel free to take him out for one. Or just join him wherever you find him.]
29 April 2013 @ 04:08 pm
Of course it wasn't enough to keep me locked up in my own apartment for an entire weekend while my - double went around making me seem like a total fool. Someone had to go ahead and expose me even further with those ridiculous photographs, isn't that right?

I should get a bloody phone. Then I won't have to randomly yell for help at people who can't hear me from my window.

[Someone isn't happy. Which is a stark contrast to the last network post made by the Other Peter. Go figure.]

If I said anything to you, or if you've - seen something, please keep it to yourself. I really don't want to know. At all. For once I actually want to believe that ignorance is bliss.

[HUFF. Pause. One more thing:]

Where the hell has everyone gone?
20 April 2013 @ 02:08 pm
[Hello, City. Doesn't mr Peter Chadwick look exceptionally sharp today? He certainly hopes you notice. Rise and shine, no time to waste on trivialities like staying in bed to laze around for the weekend. No, this particular version of Peter only has a couple of days to spend in your wonderful city, and he plans to make the most of it. Where's your regularly scheduled Peter, you ask? Conveniently locked up in his own apartment, of course. This one kept the key to make sure he doesn't interfere.]

Good morning, my dear friends! Wonderful one, isn't it? Yes, I think so as well. I suspect this weekend is going to be an exceptional one, if we just put our minds to it.

[You thought he had a good radio voice normally? He's making sure that gets emphasized for your hearing pleasure.]

Who would like to keep me company? Drinks are entirely on me, if that's what you're up to. I plan to make a little visit to that wonderful new club - what was it called - The Wolf's Den? Later on, if you'd like to meet me there. I certainly will welcome anyone's company.

[He exhales with that, grin bright and welcoming, adjusting his tie with expressive hands.]

You know how to contact me, isn't that right? Well, then - let's get started on this weekend! Fun awaits - je ne vais pas faire long feu ici!


[If your character is out and about, and if they know Peter, feel free to approach him. He will show your character a wonderful time! And if you happen to be an attractive man, he will absolutely hit on you. Sorry.

Especially if he catches you at the Wolf's Den. At least you'll get free drinks?

Just specify in the subject or the tag where and when you'd like Peter to come bother your character!]
22 March 2013 @ 11:43 am
This is - I don't understand! I know haven't upset anyone for the past months, I mean - why would you even bother to write this about someone who's done nothing but be unremarkable?

['This' being an article in the tabloid with a page full of random pictures of Peter out and about in the City. He could be reading something, eating something, frowning or smiling, entering or leaving an establishment. Your regular paparazzi collection of picture cutouts brandished with warnings of HEARTBREAKER!! and vague reports of past relationships where he supposedly dumped his significant others for shallow reasons. Names like Edward Collin, Kathy Stewart, Hugh Scarpa are featured on the article, along with rumors that Peter now has his eyes set on a certain Li Shenshung, Eden Cionaoith, Jimmy Darmondy, and that he's been exchanging French love letters with a certain Marie Delacroix.]

And where did you get these pictures of me? I - this is disturbing. Alarmingly disturbing. The last thing I need is a stalker who - writes these things about people. This is absolute garbage, you know that? So, whoever you are, take it back and leave me alone. and leave them alone. Preferably immediately.

[deep breath.]

I know you, don't you? From back home. How else would you - [fbahdsdfh. His head hurts. He never wants to see this page again.] None of this is true, by the way. I can guarantee it - so. So I'm going to put this down and pretend it never happened. Let's just go with that, shall we? Thank you.

Oh, God.

[DEEP BREATH. Hello, Poly. Does Peter sound a bit different? Extreme discomfort aside.]

It's because I had a quiet month all February, isn't it. This is some sort of - cosmic payback. Even my voice sounds different. This is beyond disconcerting.

Tell me - someone please tell me - that this is temporary.


[replies will come from [personal profile] onsets! When I actually set it up.]
16 February 2013 @ 05:58 pm
Sorry - what's going on, exactly?

20 January 2013 @ 02:30 pm
[There's a face to the British accent this time, and a little more of his radio-voice flare to it this time. He looks cheerful enough, considering his last post.]

All right, so - with the slight chaos from two days ago, thought I'd celebrate the silence and pay a visit to the library. This is what what I found. [he holds up a book - Learn French in 15 Minutes - and puts it back down to open on a marked page] Since French is my second language, why not share some of this book's very wise lessons with you?

[Because it isn't something you'd really do, Peter. But the curse has a different say today, so there you go.]

For example - this is a good one - mon chat est plein de puces.

Who can tell me what it means?

[He sounds amused. Go figure.

(hover over the sentence for a translation!)]
18 January 2013 @ 01:50 pm
This place never stops, does it? I think I'm about to go deaf with all this noise.

[And just like that, Peter's toaster interrupts this message with a very loud POP. Someone is having confetti for breakfast.]

Oh, for God's sake-!
17 December 2012 @ 08:09 pm
[Hello, City. You have acquired +1 hopeless human being, complete with a very English accent and no sense of direction. His voice sounds pleasant enough, at least.]

He - [wait is this thing working

okay, we'll just assume it is]
Hello? I'm sorry, I have no idea who I'm talking to, but nothing else will work, and - I need help.

[yes, this pause is meant to be a silent expression of how awkward he feels, and this is why:]

I think - I hit my head. [he's actually pretty sure he did that, if waking up with his cheek pressed against concrete and a nasty headache followed by what he assumes is amnesia are anything to go by.] I don't know where I am or how I got here, and... I seem to be hearing things? [voices coming from a random assortment of birds and a clock ticking, to be exact. With a very pointed exhale (he may be feeling sick in addition to everything else):]

Could someone take me to hospital?