The Park, Saturday Afternoon
Fed up with sharing a hotel room with his father (and his habits such as walking around without pants and reciting the chemical formula for root beer at godawful hours), Peter had gone on the internet to try and get distraction. To his surprise, he found that he could access the Portalocity site for the first time in years. Fringe division be damned, he quickly booked a one-day round trip visit back to his old high school, just to see how it would look so many years later.
Boy, was he in for a surprise.
He didn't go straight up to the school campus, no. First he stopped in the park, to feed the ducks. He crouched at the edge of the water, throwing little bits of bread.
"Well, at least this place is the same," he said, mostly to himself.
[ooc: Open! He hasn't contacted a soul, given he doesn't expect anyone to still be around that he knew. Also note: He looks visibly older, as he is now 29]
Boy, was he in for a surprise.
He didn't go straight up to the school campus, no. First he stopped in the park, to feed the ducks. He crouched at the edge of the water, throwing little bits of bread.
"Well, at least this place is the same," he said, mostly to himself.
[ooc: Open! He hasn't contacted a soul, given he doesn't expect anyone to still be around that he knew. Also note: He looks visibly older, as he is now 29]