[The video flips on to a closeup of Peter's face. it fills the screen, but you can kind of see the mix of forest and decay in the background behind him...]

Hi there! It's me! Since everything's so boring now I've come up with a fantastic new game and we're all gonna play. I already made the first move so now it's your turn. Look around for a ( Read more... )

That was incredible!

Now what do you guys all want to do? My ship's still airborne, after all! No need to disband the crew just yet! Hey, anyone else want to join?

[Peter's standing on the deck of what looks to be a pirate ship. Behind him is the red sky of the Western District. Peter is wearing a ridiculously large black Captain's Hat. He's at the helm of a ship, grinning ear to ear.]I know a call to attack when I see one! And just as I was thinking it might be nice to have a ship with which to attack that ( Read more... )

What in the world is going on?

[Sup, Nautilus! Guess who's back at the Southern Gate! He's looking quite well for someone who died of old age... but that was over two weeks ago. BYGONES. The South isn't looking too swell, though. It's certainly changed since Peter's last seen it. Not that Peter would be able to tell.]

[Peter looks around at the ( Read more... )

[There's an old man dressed in rags wandering the trees of the Southern District. He looks tired, sick, and confused, and stumbles on a branch, nearly falling. Finally he leans heavily against a thick tree before sliding down its trunk, sitting to rest comfortably at its roots. The tree is a kindly one and situates itself so that the old man may ( Read more... )

[Hey, look, it's Peter. And he's finally gotten his pixie dust back from Te'ijal, so look! He's flying!]

[...Oh, no, wait. He's clearly trying to fly, but there's a look of struggle on his face. He's moving forward, for sure, but slowly descending as he does so. Peter grunts and cycles his legs and flaps his arms, clearly trying (and failing) to ( Read more... )

[Peter's holding his scroll in his hands, broadcasting a video deliberately this time. He's got a small leather pouch in one hand, and there's a glittering powder clinging to his clothes and brushing off his clothes as he moves.]I found this. I thought it was pixie dust, but it's not ( Read more... )

[ The camera flickers on to show Peter sitting on what looks like a run-down roller coaster track. It's one of the lower portions, with his feet dangling only a short distance above the ground. Behind him on the horizon is the unmistakable red sky of the Western District. ]

[ He gazes at something offscreen with a smug grin on his face. ]Are you ( Read more... )

It's been far too long. Wherever this place is that I've ended up, I don't think Tinker Bell will be following.

Someone direct me to a fairy, or at least a source of pixie dust if you have one.

[Hey, look, it's Peter again! He's sitting in a tree somewhere -- the forest backdrop suggests he's still in the South. There's a scone from England's scone tree hanging from his mouth as he scrutinizes something in his hands.]

[It's a small, round picture frame, barely bigger than his hands. He stares down at it with confusion in his eyes, and ( Read more... )