Third floor commoon room, Late Monday night
Peter was somewhat restless tonight. If he were in New York, he's probably go out webswinging. Unfortunately Fandom's buildings weren't tall enough. That meant late night infomercials.
"Girls Gone Wild? No thanks. Bowflex? Not for me. Shortcut to Internet Millions? Only if I can go back to before the dot com bust. Ultimate HGH? Is that even legal?"
Peter sighed. What had happened to all of the good infomercials? He continued to watch, drifting just enough into sleep that his reaction time might be a little off.
[OOC: First thread locked to Peter and a certain visitor, please, but after that open if anyone's around at this time of night. Audience participation is encouraged!]
"Girls Gone Wild? No thanks. Bowflex? Not for me. Shortcut to Internet Millions? Only if I can go back to before the dot com bust. Ultimate HGH? Is that even legal?"
Peter sighed. What had happened to all of the good infomercials? He continued to watch, drifting just enough into sleep that his reaction time might be a little off.
[OOC: First thread locked to Peter and a certain visitor, please, but after that open if anyone's around at this time of night. Audience participation is encouraged!]