Room 324, Late Friday evening
It had been a long week of research. A lot of hours spent in the library , some frantic research and herb picking, a quick lesson on how to make a cure out of tea, and a voicemail later and Peter was exhausted. He made sure to drink some of the cure himself. That would probably stay in his mouth for weeks. Ugh. At least it covered up the vomity taste that followed his experience teleporting earlier.
Whatever. It was done. The day was saved. Peter needed to lay back and relax. He wasn't sleeping, but he wasn't planning on moving right for a few days.
And then he remembered that he hadn't done his laundry since Monday and thanks to Jamie that meant he was out of clean underwear. Even the pair he was wearing was from yesterday. And his shirt smelled like herbs. These were problems he was happy to live with right now.
[OOC: Door is closed but knockable, post is open.]
Whatever. It was done. The day was saved. Peter needed to lay back and relax. He wasn't sleeping, but he wasn't planning on moving right for a few days.
And then he remembered that he hadn't done his laundry since Monday and thanks to Jamie that meant he was out of clean underwear. Even the pair he was wearing was from yesterday. And his shirt smelled like herbs. These were problems he was happy to live with right now.
[OOC: Door is closed but knockable, post is open.]