320, All Day Friday
The day had come. Peter really hadn't wanted it to, but there it was.
He had everything packed. He'd tried to pile his things to cover up the painting on the floor. All that was left were the final goodbyes.
[ooc: Peter's leaving the island today. Anyone who wants to say goodbye should ping in here. Work is KRAY. ZEE. so expect extreme slowplay during those hours.]
He had everything packed. He'd tried to pile his things to cover up the painting on the floor. All that was left were the final goodbyes.
[ooc: Peter's leaving the island today. Anyone who wants to say goodbye should ping in here. Work is KRAY. ZEE. so expect extreme slowplay during those hours.]