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[nevergrowsup]

There was something seriously wrong with Peter Pan's mouth.

One of his teeth was loose. It felt like it was going to fall outHe didn't know when it had started getting loose, but he was almost positive that it wasn't his fault. Peter hadn't bumped into anything or got hit in the mouth or anything, but his front tooth was still wiggling and loose

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[little_moons]

"Trying to eat the whole damn island outta oranges?" I ask the kid sitting at the table as I walk past toward the coffee maker. Never met him, but I seen him around before, and I know who he is. Hanging 'round Eostre so much, it's kinda hard not to at least know one of her kids on sight.

[nevergrowsup]

"I hab' scurby," he said though a mouthful of orange. After swallowing, he wiped a sticky hand across his sticky face, then opened his mouth to show the man, who was one of Eostre's.

He wiggled his front tooth with his finger carefully. "See?"

[little_moons]

I snort out a laugh, grinning crookedly and leaning over to get a better look.

"Keep wiggling that, you can probably put it under your pillow tonight," I say, arching an eyebrow at him, 'cause whatever the fuck he just said was so garbled I didn't understand a word.

[nevergrowsup]

Peter gave him an incredulous look. "Why'd I do that?"

If his tooth fell out, he would definitely go to Eostre. That would mean it was a very serious case of scurvy.

But he stopped wiggling his tooth, so it wouldn't fall out right then.

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson wandered from the clinic into the kitchen looking for an afternoon snack, or at least somebody to talk to--somebody who wasn't a file on a computer. He spotted Peter Pan, veteran of snake bites and dinosaurs, eating an orange. The scent from the peel and juice of the fruit filled the air. "Hi Peter," he said easily. "That's a nice, healthy snack." And it was good to see a young man eating well. Wilson took an orange out of the bin for himself, following Peter's example.

[nevergrowsup]

Peter glanced up just as his fingers dug into the peel of a fresh orange. "You got the scurvy too, huh?" He asked, nodding to the orange in Wilson's hand.

[real_buzzkill]

"Scurvy?" Wilson asked, somewhat incredulous. "I'm just hungry." He looked at the boy and saw no evident bruises, so he doubted the self-diagnosis. "Have you been feeling tired lately? Any unexplained body aches?"

[nevergrowsup]

"My knee hurts." Though that was much more because of the scrape across it from almost falling out a of a tree than anything else.

Peter opened his mouth wide and wiggled his tooth at Wilson. "See? Scurvy. I'm dying."

[heartintrust]

Padme was humming to herself as she pushed open the door with her back, Sola sleeping in the sling that was currently around her shoulders. She'd finally collapsed into her nap, something Padme was grateful for because that meant she could get something to eat.

She got as far ashaving her hand on the door of the refridgerator before she stopped, and tried to mentally count the peels. She gave up, and one slender brow rose as she looked at the boy who seemed to be determinably eating oranges. ".... How many have you eaten?"

[nevergrowsup]

Peter paused in peeling, looking up to the mother with the little baby. She was an extraordinarily small little girl, like the Veggies were going to be.

He looked down at the peels, trying to remember. "This one is going to be six. I am trying to not get scurvy."

[heartintrust]

Padme's brows knit. "What's scurvy? And.... why is eating six oranges going to help instead of just making your stomach hurt?" She moved to get some meat from the refridgerator, and some bread.

[nevergrowsup]

His stomach was indeed starting to hurt. But it was a bit of a stomachache versus impending death and liquid teeth, so Peter bravely shouldered on.

"It's a disease where your teeth turn into goo and run down the back of your throat then you die."

[mediumprodigy]

Pearl usually didn't see many people around when she sneaked in to get some food. There was a boy there today, though, and all the orange peels he had in front of him caught her eye. She made her way over, clasping her hands behind her back.

"Do you like oranges very much?" she asked, hoping he didn't mind her speaking to him.

[nevergrowsup]

Peter was eating another orange section and pulled the peel down from his mouth when he saw the girl.

"Not anymore," he muttered, flicking over the pile of orange peels in front of him. Nervously, he tongued his loose tooth, which hadn't got any better despite all the citrus. "I got scurvy."

[mediumprodigy]

"Scurvy?" she repeated, cocking her head to the side. That sounded serious. "Is that bad?"

[nevergrowsup]

"Uh huh," he nodded and opened his mouth to show her his loose tooth.

"See how it's moving?" He asked, trying to keep his mouth open and talk at the same time. As you can imagine, it was not so successful. "Oranges are supposed to help 'cause of the vitaminsee."

[helenhooverb]

Helen Hoover Boyle's clothes had begun to smell quite bad. She had refused to go to the Clothes Box unless she found someone that could alter whatever it had given her. She had washed her clothes in the ocean, after people were sleeping, but it wasn't the same. There was a sort of natural smell following her. Water, air, all that sort.

Helen entered the kitchen in hopes of finding some sort of food. Instead of finding a large meal left out by someone like she had hoped she found Peter Pan.

"Are you ever just still?" She asked as if she was making a serious inquiry. "Always wiggling and moving...."

[nevergrowsup]

Peter squirmed spitefully on his stool when he saw her, just for good measure. Of course, it's difficult to be spiteful when you've got a whole half an orange's worth of peel stuck in your mouth as a grotesque, fruity smile.

He popped it out of his mouth and wiped his hand. "I've got scurvy."

[helenhooverb]

Helen concealed a laugh with her hand. "Oh, really?" She asked quite seriously. "Well you had better have someone check that out. Scurvy is a very, very stubbourn disease."

Stubborn. Only Helen Hoover Boyle would use a word like 'stubborn' to describe a disease that she knew very little about. "Besides, I don't think it's scurvy, Pete, I think that's actually Cheadle's disease."

[nevergrowsup]

He sighed and reached for another orange. "What do you think I'm eating all these oranges for?"

Peter paused and looked at her, fingers still twisting over the fruit. He'd got so good he could almost get the whole rind off at once. "What's that?"