[ Shoes, that is. Or webshooters, if you're Spider-Man. Not that that's a not-quite-a-joke Peter plans on divulging at any point in time.
He nods though, calling back his very limited knowledge of horses and farm animals in general. ]
I knew about the horse-shoes thing. Like, the fact that having them on actually helps to protect their feet. They look a lot cooler than the boots you sometimes see on dogs in the winter, back home, too.
It wasn't meant to be a joke, but it kind of is a hilarious image when you really think about it. He joins in, laughing too. ]
Oh, man - yeah. Some people give their dogs boots, and they're like - sometimes they're the dorkiest things.
I mean, they're supposed to help because of the salt and the cold, but -- oh! Then there are the owners who give their dogs full outfits. Like coats and hats and stuff.
[Dorkiest. 'Dorkiest'. It must mean ridiculous in nature, right?
He'll just assume so.]
I keep imagining a man walking into a village full of feral dogs — and seeing them in nothing but jackets and boots! He would run screaming, thinking the townsfolk had been put under a dark spell.
... I would give gems and gold to see such a spectacle.
Oh, man. Even in present day, it'd be awesome. Someone would put it up on the internet - like, the network - so everyone else could see it and get some enjoyment from it too.
[ It probably already exists on YouTube somewhere, honestly, but Peter goes on: ]
I kinda wish we could do something like that here, but the dogs are pretty different. And then you probably don't wanna do anything to the deer either.
[Of this everyone's sure, but it begs to be repeated.]
... But I do not understand why the people who live here despise them so. They offer guidance and have protected us, and yet they're ignored by those who hail from Deerington itself... I wish I knew why, but answers here are usually scarce.
Thanks. [ Peter nods as he keeps his gaze on the growing fire. The warmth is a comfort.
It's too bad they don't have anything like s'mores or marshmallows in general. It's what they do in the movies, right, and it always looked pretty tasty.
A n y w h o ...
He glances back towards the man-with-the-tail-and-the-fox-ears. ] For being so helpful.
[Once he deems the fire large enough, he tips a log into it, and watches flames crackle, sparks floating upward before dying out in the air. And the fire they have going just grows and grows, consuming the log.]
X'rhun. [Though he pronounced it "Sheh-run", his accent flattening helpfully just so his U does not sound like an O. Just for that moment, in any case.] 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, young Peter.
[ It's nice. Peter hopes that the fire will get a decent group of campers to approach and keep warm. If so, he'll have done his part in all this - even if he's embarrassingly unsuited for this kind of environment.
Building fires, hunting wild game, forage for mushrooms or berries or something - who knows what else he's gonna have to do? ]
Yeah - yeah, nice to meet you too - [ Here he goes, attempting a name he will probably mess up anyway. #American ] - X'rhun.
[ He'd seen some of that stuff on TV too. Like, on Survivor. Or the Tom Hanks movie with the ball, Wilson? Yeah. It'd been a while since he'd last watched it though, so here's hoping he and Eddie can figure this one out.
He sets the sticks up so the string loops around them like a cross, as pointed out. It looks okay, but Peter is doubtful they're going to get much of a spark going. He's still going to try, though. ]
[ It's even sincere; he might not care a whole lot about the fire, but it's a useful thing anyway. Better than eating everything raw even if he can't get that near it himself. ]
Ugh, no - it's okay. I'm fine. [ Quickly: ] Potato bugs and June bugs. Or any bug, really. Not - not a huge fan of bugs, not just spiders.
[ Yeah, let's just talk about all the other myriad of bug-types that exist to distract from any further discussion of spiders. Spiders are ... sure, common, yeah, but the point of conversation still feels a little too specific to be a good thing. ]
Oh, hey - [ He shifts the small stack of wood he's got in his arms to briefly take the older man's hand, and if there was a moment for a little surge of electricity to spark from the Bond They Share, it probably should be now, but all he gets is a warm and firm-ish handshake from this teen. ] - I'm Peter. It's good to meet you, Patrick.
[Oh, that's a weird feeling alright; that weird twin psychic energy thing you'd see on some talk show like Montel. We're just gonna pretend that didn't happen at all, nope, just gonna smoosh those spidey senses down with a broom. He nods toward the greenhouse, and away he goes, bidding the teenager follow him.
Also he's just gonna grab a shitload more wood to carry, grunting like it weighs so much. So so much.]
Nice to meet you, too, man. Feel free to call me 'Pat' if you're feeling winded.
[Since we're walkin, and all — small talk!]
Sooo... Where are you from, Pete? Your accent's kind of familiar, but I'm not about to embarrass myself guessing from 50 nifty states and proving I can't pin a voice to save my life.
[ He'll grab one more log, too, before they head in the direction of the greenhouse. Not because it's a competition or anything but, really, he could handle a hell of a lot more and collecting one extra log won't give his identity away while speeding up the storing process.
He nods. ]
New York. [ Boy, it feels like a long, long time ago since he'd last seen the City. ] Queens, actually, if you're like, familiar with it at all.
New York? [He whistles.] I'm way too broke to visit, but it sounds great; I'm actually from California, myself. Lotta 'duuuudes' and 'gnarly' and overpriced wheatgrass shakes.
[Yes, those were done in stereotypical Californian accents that don't really exist over there.]
What's it like there? I mean, if you had to explain it to some random traveling soul.
Whoa, really? [ Peter laughs. ] I always thought the west coast was like, so much more chill than New York.
I've never been anywhere outside of the city before.
[ Beat. ]
Well, until Berlin. It was for a - [ Hmm. ] - this internship I was doing. [ Anywho. ] But - yeah! New York's awesome. I mean, the people and the food and the buildings? It's got everything you could ask for. And my whole family's from there.
[His expression softens considerably, and he's kind of glad he's not facing him completely; he'd probably get a weird look for how wistful he looks. But luckily, there's plenty of stuff to redirect on — especially since he's kind of thrown by the 'until Berlin' point.]
Berlin? Berlin, Germany? What kinda' internship takes a kid to another country?
[This sounds really interesting; he definitely never went to Berlin at this kid's age. Though to be fair, they don't look like the same person. Related, maybe, what with the similar enough complexions and hair color and whatnot, but...
What's with this place and dolls? [ Yeah, he hasn't forgotten those animatrons in the themepark some months ago, and they're practically creepy life-sized dolls too.
He shakes his head. ]
I've been okay. I mean, I'm still in one piece, right? That ... actually counts for something here, which is honestly terrifying. No clues about getting outta here though. Or getting un-dolled. Maybe the deer might be able to help us out again? They're usually ... pretty good.
[ And speaking of deer, a ghostly stab was turning the corner up ahead, staring at them. ]
Uh... hi.
[ Majima always felt a little ridiculous talking to one of the forest critters (what was he, a Disney princess?) but this one seemed to have something specific in mind. It walked right up to them and started trying to nudge Peter along the street. ]
Is it just me, or does this one seem more determined than usual?
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Yeah, never leave home without them.
[ Shoes, that is. Or webshooters, if you're Spider-Man. Not that that's a not-quite-a-joke Peter plans on divulging at any point in time.
He nods though, calling back his very limited knowledge of horses and farm animals in general. ]
I knew about the horse-shoes thing. Like, the fact that having them on actually helps to protect their feet. They look a lot cooler than the boots you sometimes see on dogs in the winter, back home, too.
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Dogs in boots?
[Are you teasing him now? Because it made him laugh, you've won.]
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It wasn't meant to be a joke, but it kind of is a hilarious image when you really think about it. He joins in, laughing too. ]
Oh, man - yeah. Some people give their dogs boots, and they're like - sometimes they're the dorkiest things.
I mean, they're supposed to help because of the salt and the cold, but -- oh! Then there are the owners who give their dogs full outfits. Like coats and hats and stuff.
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He'll just assume so.]
I keep imagining a man walking into a village full of feral dogs — and seeing them in nothing but jackets and boots! He would run screaming, thinking the townsfolk had been put under a dark spell.
... I would give gems and gold to see such a spectacle.
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[ It probably already exists on YouTube somewhere, honestly, but Peter goes on: ]
I kinda wish we could do something like that here, but the dogs are pretty different. And then you probably don't wanna do anything to the deer either.
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[Of this everyone's sure, but it begs to be repeated.]
... But I do not understand why the people who live here despise them so. They offer guidance and have protected us, and yet they're ignored by those who hail from Deerington itself... I wish I knew why, but answers here are usually scarce.
X'RHUN.
Thanks. [ Peter nods as he keeps his gaze on the growing fire. The warmth is a comfort.
It's too bad they don't have anything like s'mores or marshmallows in general. It's what they do in the movies, right, and it always looked pretty tasty.
A n y w h o ...
He glances back towards the man-with-the-tail-and-the-fox-ears. ] For being so helpful.
I'm Peter, by the way.
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X'rhun. [Though he pronounced it "Sheh-run", his accent flattening helpfully just so his U does not sound like an O. Just for that moment, in any case.] 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, young Peter.
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Building fires, hunting wild game, forage for mushrooms or berries or something - who knows what else he's gonna have to do? ]
Yeah - yeah, nice to meet you too - [ Here he goes, attempting a name he will probably mess up anyway. #American ] - X'rhun.
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I shall offer you another name to call me by, if you so wish. I know my name is difficult for others to pronounce.
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[ #sweats ]
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EDDIE.
[ Okay. Okay, so he's got a shoelace and he's got some shredded wood bits.
Now ... what ... ]
Man, I wish I could just pull up YouTube right now.
[ Peter studies the wood, looping the shoe-string around it once. Twice. ]
It'll be the friction between the pieces of wood that creates the fire. So. Hm. Guess we gotta make some friction happen.
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[ A beat, then: ]
At least, that's how they do it on TV, hell if I know if it actually works.
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[ He'd seen some of that stuff on TV too. Like, on Survivor. Or the Tom Hanks movie with the ball, Wilson? Yeah. It'd been a while since he'd last watched it though, so here's hoping he and Eddie can figure this one out.
He sets the sticks up so the string loops around them like a cross, as pointed out. It looks okay, but Peter is doubtful they're going to get much of a spark going. He's still going to try, though. ]
Okay. Okay, here we go.
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[ It's even sincere; he might not care a whole lot about the fire, but it's a useful thing anyway. Better than eating everything raw even if he can't get that near it himself. ]
( BIG ) PETER.
Ugh, no - it's okay. I'm fine. [ Quickly: ] Potato bugs and June bugs. Or any bug, really. Not - not a huge fan of bugs, not just spiders.
[ Yeah, let's just talk about all the other myriad of bug-types that exist to distract from any further discussion of spiders. Spiders are ... sure, common, yeah, but the point of conversation still feels a little too specific to be a good thing. ]
Oh, hey - [ He shifts the small stack of wood he's got in his arms to briefly take the older man's hand, and if there was a moment for a little surge of electricity to spark from the Bond They Share, it probably should be now, but all he gets is a warm and firm-ish handshake from this teen. ] - I'm Peter. It's good to meet you, Patrick.
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Also he's just gonna grab a shitload more wood to carry, grunting like it weighs so much. So so much.]
Nice to meet you, too, man. Feel free to call me 'Pat' if you're feeling winded.
[Since we're walkin, and all — small talk!]
Sooo... Where are you from, Pete? Your accent's kind of familiar, but I'm not about to embarrass myself guessing from 50 nifty states and proving I can't pin a voice to save my life.
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[ He'll grab one more log, too, before they head in the direction of the greenhouse. Not because it's a competition or anything but, really, he could handle a hell of a lot more and collecting one extra log won't give his identity away while speeding up the storing process.
He nods. ]
New York. [ Boy, it feels like a long, long time ago since he'd last seen the City. ] Queens, actually, if you're like, familiar with it at all.
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[Yes, those were done in stereotypical Californian accents that don't really exist over there.]
What's it like there? I mean, if you had to explain it to some random traveling soul.
u sneaky bastard
I've never been anywhere outside of the city before.
[ Beat. ]
Well, until Berlin. It was for a - [ Hmm. ] - this internship I was doing. [ Anywho. ] But - yeah! New York's awesome. I mean, the people and the food and the buildings? It's got everything you could ask for. And my whole family's from there.
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Berlin? Berlin, Germany? What kinda' internship takes a kid to another country?
[This sounds really interesting; he definitely never went to Berlin at this kid's age. Though to be fair, they don't look like the same person. Related, maybe, what with the similar enough complexions and hair color and whatnot, but...
... Universes, man.]
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MAJIMA.
What's with this place and dolls? [ Yeah, he hasn't forgotten those animatrons in the themepark some months ago, and they're practically creepy life-sized dolls too.
He shakes his head. ]
I've been okay. I mean, I'm still in one piece, right? That ... actually counts for something here, which is honestly terrifying. No clues about getting outta here though. Or getting un-dolled. Maybe the deer might be able to help us out again? They're usually ... pretty good.
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Uh... hi.
[ Majima always felt a little ridiculous talking to one of the forest critters (what was he, a Disney princess?) but this one seemed to have something specific in mind. It walked right up to them and started trying to nudge Peter along the street. ]
Is it just me, or does this one seem more determined than usual?