Peter led the way to his room. Much better his than Zero's of course. His room didn't have a talking bird who asked people about his mummy, after all. "So, was your senior prom everything you thought it would be?" he asked, opening the door.

[OOC: For swerval_zero. NFB if you wouldn't terribly mind. And, hey, some NWSish stuff.]

After Student Council, Peter made a couple handwavey NPCed brief stops in town in preparation for tomorrow. First was the renting of a tux and the buying of a corsage at Stuff for Sale which will get a comment from me if there's an afternoon post for it, then a haircut at that York place. He'd let his hair get a little too shaggy and he felt this ( Read more... )

Peter woke up this morning to the sound of squeaky pi. That was so bizarre that he couldn't get back to sleep. He decided to be a good geek and check his e-mail before doing anything else with his day.

( In which Peter receives an e-mail. )