Room 227, Sunday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Sam had left on Friday, and so had Natalie, though with a different destination. She'd spent a couple of days in Montreal, just reading and playing the piano and getting stuff in order for the new term, and maybe avoiding the initial rush of new people into town and the dorms.

But now, she was back. Unlocking the door, setting Mr. Moxy down on the floor (where he immediately scurried off after a toy that she hadn't taken with them), taking a look around the room. Only one side was still full of stuff, but the two beds were still pushed together to make one way too large for her and her not particularly restless way of sleeping.

But she didn't feel like getting to work on separating them yet. Too much effort for someone just fresh off a portal, or so she told herself.

She sighed, quietly, then got to unpacking.

[ooc: Open door/post, my guests just left.]

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[lockestheway]

"I am endearing," Peter said firmly, "But I'm also hungry, so I'll go with that."

He got back up.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave that another eyeroll. "You're not endearing."

Well, not right now.

[lockestheway]

"And for that, I'm not getting your meal supersized," Peter told her, heading for the door.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie waved him off a bit absently. "I don't eaxctly eat my weight at every meal, anyway."

[lockestheway]

Peter shrugged and headed out, giving a moment's thought to just ordering in take out before, finally, settling on taking a walk and picking up some sandwiches anyway.

Fandom was just too quiet. It wasn't right, was what it was.

[whenshewasnice]

Quiet was a blessing at this point, or so Natalie thought, anyway. She puttered around her room for a bit, wondering whether she should do something about the other side of the room.

She decided not to, and just settled down on the bed with a book in her lap and Moxy curled up beside her.

[lockestheway]

About half an hour later a wrapped sandwich landed on the bed in front of her. "There you go," Peter said. "Still life complete."

[whenshewasnice]

"Thank you," Natalie said, not entirely sincerely but not entirely sarcastically, either, reaching for the sandwich. "Just what I needed."

Well, Portalocity catering wasn't really a thing.

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes. Really, she could try and sound a little grateful. "Well, that's me," he said, "Soon I'll give up my consulting business for a life of food trafficking."

[whenshewasnice]

"Seems about as much of a valuable contribution to society," Natalie replied, this time very obvious with the sarcasm. "You should consider it."

[lockestheway]

Peter pulled a face. "I'd rather shoot myself in the face," he announced overdramatically.

[whenshewasnice]

"Wow," Natalie deadpanned. "Understated as always."

[lockestheway]

Well, it was hard to make anything sound understated when you wore a suit.

That was Peter's logic, anyway. He collapsed on the other end of the two-bed combo with a melodramatic huff and a sandwich. "Why am I here?" he said.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie rolled her eyes. Yes, again; he had that effect on her.

"On Fandom?" she drawled. "Because you were almost assassinated. In my room? I've been projecting that question at you for a while now, I can't be expected to know the answer."

[lockestheway]

"Maybe I should have just talked someone into building me a bunker underneath Port-au-Prince, in the sewers," Peter bemoaned. "It would've been less embarrassing than coming back here. Or maybe I should have just sat around until someone dragged me off to Saint Helena."

[whenshewasnice]

Sigh. "You are not Napoleon, Peter."

She hoped he knew that, she really did.

[lockestheway]

"Napoleon was an arrogant idiot who started a land war in Russia," Peter informed the ceiling. "I would hope not."

[whenshewasnice]

"Mmhmm," Natalie responded, after a bite of sandwich. "Well, as long as only one of those characteristics matches."

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes. "I'd rather be Bismarck," he pontificated. "...Of course, with my luck, I'll wind up being... I don't know, Chernenko, and then you should just use whatever special Canadian powers you've got to blow my head off."

[whenshewasnice]

"Doubt I'll ever be in that much of a need of loose change."

What? Special Canadian powers! She couldn't help wondering how much he'd be worth, anyway.

[lockestheway]

Peter squinted at her from his prone position. "Fine," he said, "Feel free to loot my disgraced corpse."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie wrinkled her nose. "Eww."

Because that was gross and not what she'd meant.

[lockestheway]

"No, no, make a good show of rifling through my pockets," said Peter, with the glee of a prospector who had struck gold, "Take your time. Who knows, you might even be able to sell off my ribs in Asia somewhere."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave a sigh. With only a hint of exasperation.

"In this scenario, there wouldn't be a corpse left."

[lockestheway]

"So no ribs?" Peter asked. "You're just leaving me to the ants and the soil? That's cold."