Room 324, Late Friday evening

[peter__parker]

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

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[swerval_zero]

Was that Peter's phone ringing?

[peter__parker]

Why yes it was. "Hello?" he said, picking it up and sounding fairly tired.

[swerval_zero]

"Hey, I got your message," said Zero. "Did you get my package yet? Well, it's not exactly my package. I got a package full of underwear with a Fandom return address, so I mailed it to you. If it's not yours I hope you'll help it get back to its rightful owner."

[peter__parker]

"THAT'S what he did with them?" Peter asked. "I'm going to kill Madrox so dead. I swear. Maybe I'll even get Anakin to help me...."

"Um, no, haven't gotten it yet. We've... had an issue this week where we were cut off from the rest of the world so no mail."

[multi_madrox]

And this would be Jamie running like a running thing.

To do radio.

Yes.

He's not running in mortal fear. That would be crazy.

[peter__parker]

"YOU'D BETTER RUN!" Peter yelled.

[swerval_zero]

"Good thing I didn' call you, then," said Zero, "or I woulda, y'know, been on the first plane to Virginia freakin' out."

[peter__parker]

"Definitely a good thing," Peter said. "It... It wasn't good, Zero. This wasn't snowmen or jello dragons or anything. This one was bad."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeh?" Zero asked. "What 'appened?"

[peter__parker]

"There was a plague. Some nutty thing from a few hundred years ago that had something to do with trying to kill magic or something," Peter said. "I'll be honest, I didn't follow the whole thing. But half the town was really sick. We cured it a few hours ago and all, but it was rough. It's tough trying to be the optimistic guy on the research team after the week we've all had."

[swerval_zero]

"That's...that's really squallin' awful," Zero said. "Are you all right? Anythin' I can do?"

[peter__parker]

"I'm fine. It helps to hear your voice," Peter said. "I haven't told you the worst part, though. This plague thing actually killed someone. Some kid named Bart Allen. He died on Wednesday and, well, that's why I've spent most of the past few days in the library trying to help figure out how to stop it."

[swerval_zero]

Zero didn't know a Bart Allen, so she had to assume he was from after her time. Still, though. "Oh, hooskspider. Did you know him well?"

[peter__parker]

"Not really. He was in my math class. I don't know if I ever even said more than two words to him, to be honest," Peter said. He laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "At least even I can't find a way to blame this one on me. And we did keep anyone else from dying, which is good, obviously."

[swerval_zero]

"Still, though," Zero said. "Angelus killed Kitty Pryde my first semester there. And a couple of kids died in a car crash at my old school. I know it's hard. And it's not your fault, yes, for squall's sake."

[peter__parker]

Peter still couldn't believe the Kitty Pryde thing, even after all this time. It would never stop being bizarre to him. She was still doing pretty well in his universe from what he understood.

"I'm just not used to people dying when I can't feel guilt about it," Peter joked. It was a morbid joke, but when you can tie yourself to various levels of directness to four deaths of people in your life you sometimes had to develop exactly that. "But, no, seriously, I'm okay. It's just been a long week. And now it's over. And I'm talking to you. And my underwear should be at the post office tomorrow. So things are looking up."