Peter was on the phone, trying to help Mary Jane with some computer issues. "Look, reformatting the C: drive isn't that scary. Just make sure you have everything backed up and you'll be fine. Get that stuff taken care of and call me tomorrow night if you need a walk-through, okay?... Okay. I'll talk to you then. Bye ( Read more... )

After coming back from 213 with his arm in a sling due to recent events, Peter did two things. First, he changed his pants. They were dirty and smelled vaguely of ancient dead guy. Second, he placed a call. He owed somebody... well, he basically owed her the chance to yell at him. He deserved it.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Zero's number.

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After spending some time in the common room where he completely missed Mister What by talking to Rory, Bridge, and Grad!Xander, Peter returned to his room to relax a bit.

Peter opened the door and... Peter opened the door... Peter pushed very hard on the door and heard a few pops. He finally managed to get into the door open and saw what the ( Read more... )

It had been an interesting couple of days. First, during the teal deer brunch. He had talked to Angela about supergremlins, Rory about various things including symbolic, existential cows in Catch-22, Anakin about explosions, Alanna about Poker Night, and Zero about, well, does it matter? The important thing is that he was talking to Zero ( Read more... )

The past couple days had been awesome. Last night's date went well. Even the Glitter portion of the evening. Granted, there was a very specific reason for this...

Today was slightly wacky. First there was trying to comfort Rory a bit and vowing to bring drastic wackiness to her, the a snarky trip to the FTEC where he had a battle of the wits with ( Read more... )

Well, things could be worse ( Read more... )

It was mornings like this where Peter wished he had his webshooters. He could just shoot a web at his laptop, pull it over, and not move from his bed. Sadly, he had to actually roll out of bed if he wanted to send some e-mails out.

( To Mary Jane )

After crawling up from Rory's room, Peter started up his computer, uploaded that picture from last night, opened up Photoshop, and ate the donut he took from downstairs.

He wasn't really in the mood for doing graphics at the moment, though. So he made like a lemming wrote an e-mail.

( To Mary Jane )

After his conversation with Rory, Peter couldn't get something out of his mind. He debated it for a long time, but he finally started to ( write an e-mail. )