A Hospital on Haiti, Wednesday Fandom Time

[lockestheway]

Peter glared into his jello cup. The jello was garishly yellow and tasted like eating air-- soft, snail-like air. It was only one of the many ways in which being hospitalized really didn't work for him, and he was eager to do something to change that.

His eyes slid towards his laptop. Now if only certain parties would stop being completely

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie objected to even being mentioned in the general vicinity of the word "knuckleheads".

But mostly she was looking at Portalocity schedules and considering a trip home for the weekend. Somehow that led to emails as well.

To: P. Wiggin

From: Natalie Adams
Subj: Bet you are thinking of more important things.

Portalocity is wanting to charge me a full-person rate for a cat. Glitch in the system or just feline prejudice?

[lockestheway]

To: Natalie Adams
From: P. Wiggin

Subj: I wish.

Feline prejudice. Make sure they don't wind up charging you double.

He was working up to that whole 'someone tried to kill me the other day' thing.

[whenshewasnice]

To: P. Wiggin

From: Natalie Adams
Subj: If wishes were horses, etc etc.

I'll do my best to be vigilant.

How is Haiti?

[lockestheway]

To: Natalie Adams
From: P. Wiggin

Subj: If wishes were horses I might not be eating this jello

Hot. Moreso when you're in the hospital. I'll be coming back in the fall. Safety reasons.

[regretiz4suckas]

I'm coming to see you soon, Kenzi wrote threateningly. What kind of hotels are there?

Because expecting him not to have his bodyguards or minions throw her in a pool if she tried to crash at his place was just not realistic.

[lockestheway]

Don't bother. I'm coming back to Fandom. Security issues.

Yep.

[regretiz4suckas]

Wait, what? Did someone get another missile?

Look, last time, that's all he and Bean could talk about.

[lockestheway]

No, but they tried to crash my car, Peter wrote. You could almost sense the cheerfulness! And intelligence confirms it was an assassination attempt.