august: catch-all | ❝ sweet dreams are made of this ❞

[quickfingers]

WHO: Peter Maximoff & You.
WHERE: Various locations, even including your house.
WHEN: All of August.
WHAT: August catch-all; pizza deliveries, move-ins and missed connections.
WARNINGS: N/A
ETC: This is a catch-all for Peter, with various threads - many of which have open starters for people who haven't met him yet or had fun with him on his opening network post. If you want something of a personalized flavor, hit me up via PM or plurk and we can work something out.



01. Delivery Boy

[So Peter's actually doing his job for the time being, working out of a small pizzeria that just got a lot more business done in a day thanks to his speedy pizza deliveries. He's scrapped the uniform aside from a bright red hat and a nametag that's attached to his silver jacket's lapel upside down. Holding a stack of pizzas and operating primarily without the need of the company car simply since it'd slow him down, Peter whizzes around in a silver blur - occasionally stopping to look at a street sign or pet a friendly dog.

If you ordered a pizza, true to his word he'll be on your doorstep (or where ever) with it as soon as it's out of the oven. The only downside is sometimes they give him the wrong address on a slip, being such a small business after all, so he ends up banging on the wrong door every so often. Your door. Okay, so you didn't order this pizza but - don't you still wanna pay for it? Of course you do!

Yo, pizza! Knock knock, chop chop!

02. Let's Shop

[Peter's taking a good ol' fashioned day off to get to know the streets of a few cities better, starting with Heropa and moving outward to the others with no rhyme or reason other than he needs a new pair of kicks. The soles of his current ones are a bit worse for wear, so he's checking out a few shops for a decent (silver) replacement. It's a bit of a journey considering he's so far out of his element in terms of trend, so he's finding his way through thrift stores to be more to his 80s liking but he's adapting.

Some things of note that he'll be browsing include a lot of outdated tech: cassettes, vinyl and even perusing any vhs tapes he might wander upon. He feels like you really can't beat the OGs, even if there's a hell of a lot more advanced forms on the market. As he browses he will be listening to an 80s-era walkman naturally, and may or may not be contemplating stealing something.

Maybe.] Not a single shoulder-pad in here. I think I'm in heaven.

03. Moving In - X-Fam House

[So he was digging his heels in a little about the idea of moving in, even though pretty much everyone welcomed him in some way to live at the house. Even his dad. Who now knows he's his dad. There's a bit of reservation at the idea but when it means saving on food bills by raiding other people's fridges and pantries, it sort of evens out.

The thing is he never officially moved in. He may have just drifted there, falling face first into the guest bed and not getting back up. The only thing he has on him is a backpack, his work uniform and a pizza box that all lives unceremoniously on the floor of the room. The latter of which is complete with half-eaten pizza. It's like he's not there at all, except for the fact the living room TV's now been (temporarily) relocated, the curtains are shut tight and the kitchen is devoid of its entire cookie supply.]

Comments

01

[mathemagier]

[A few towns over from De Chima, a camera pans down the front door to look at Peter and Hermann frowns at the monitor. If only QB were finished, because he had yet to install any sort of intercom system in the interim..

Plucking up his phone, he texts his husband about whether or not he ordered pizza for him, and tries not to panic when he receives a negative. How likely was it that this was genuinely a mistaken address? They didn't have any immediate neighbors.

...And there's no car in the driveway.

After several minutes of paranoid deliberation, Hermann finally opens the door]

Excuse me, but you've got the wrong address. We haven't ordered anything.

[quickfingers]

[While all that deliberation was going on behind closed doors, Peter's head lolls back in boredom and he repeatedly knocks at the door and presses any buzzer buttons without remorse. Finally the door opens and Peter lets out a sigh of annoyance before Hermann even speaks - brows furrowing once he does because:]

No, man. This is the address on the slip. Extra-large half pepperoni, half veg - to be delivered to this door. Right here.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann pats his chest for his glasses, then gestures to see the slip. Well, that was their address.. And the name of a pizza place. Hermann hands the slip back and pulls out his phone, running a quick search for the company and presses call on a phone number that indeed connects to someone asking to take his order for said company. Feeling fairly foolish, he hangs up with a sigh and fishes for his wallet]

Well I apologize for the trouble. Did you leave your car at the gate?

1

[h2no]

[archie did actually order and is actually shocked at how fast peter shows up, even if he did say it would be fast. guess the kid has super human speed or something.

mightyena is barking at the door before archie gets up to it and he swings it open, letting the big dog run out and around the front garden, yipping in delight. true to his promise, he holds out two $50 notes between two fingers for peter.]

Yo.

[quickfingers]

[Peter, shades down, is totally pleased to see his new BEST BUDDY - quirking a smile and taking the bills after glancing sidelong at the dog(?) he let out into the yard. He holds over the pizza and a brown bag full of garlic bread, both of which are pretty damn hot to the touch.]

Yo, dude. Just as we said - threw in a few dipping sauces, hope you like garlic and marinara.

[...] Also your dog's really cool.

[h2no]

[mightyena boofs in pride, padding over to peter and nosing his leg.]

Thanks. He thinks so too. [he takes the SWEET LOOT.] Did I ask your name? I don't remember.

It was all too... quick.

[DAD JOKE ALERT.]

01

[infomodder]

[The house is sort of a mess, currently. Looks like a move is in the works. Also? Dogs. Dogs just staring from the windows in anticipation. One almost escapes when the door opens, Will barely managing to catch the gigantic fluff monster around the collar and tug him back, holding a leg up to keep the doggo at bay. Of course this means Peter gets a nice glimpse of jeaned thigh, so obscene, such pizza delivery fantasy.

After that, Will's face shows no sign he ordered a pizza. He didn't. But April will like it, and he's gotta admit he's a little bit hungry, too.

He wears a hat that says REEL MEN FISH, btw.]

Uh. [Eloquent. The giant dog looks at Peter with hungry eyes.] Right. How much was it again?

[quickfingers]

[Peter doesn't mind being accosted by dogs but its kinda nice that people hold them back most of the time, since means less cheese sticks to the top of the box after he has to momentarily throw them up in the air and recatch two (literal) seconds later. But he is noting Will has some friendly looking fluffballs but more importantly?

Will is wearing that hat. Peter is stricken with a sudden and desperate need for that hat.] Yo.

Large pepperoni, half with onions and red pepper. I'll take twenty five for it. [Slip says twenty, flat. But you don't need to see that.]

[infomodder]

[That doesn't sound right. Even a man in a hat with That Pun knows that is not the right price.]

Must be a hell of a pizza for — hey!

[One leg up to keep a large dog at bay has allowed a little one to escape. She's a small ugly thing, formerly named Little Fluffy Shithead (now called Princess), and has darted out solely to give Peter's shoes a good sniffsies and then to dance at his feet for food, or a pet, or literally just any attention. Please love her; cheese sticks acceptable if love is not so easily obtained. Will, meanwhile, is doing the thing of trying to get a huge snoot back so he can shut the door.]

@ 03

[divaricate]

[She just made those mint chocolate chip cookies. She does this; she tries some new baking idea and tests it out at home first, before maybe shoving it into the bakery menu. Given that there were about 40, she's pretty sure she knows the culprit. She's not annoyed, just amused if that is the case. She dealt with this in her world with her speedster brother there too.]

Hey Peeeeter? [She calls out near the room he's claimed, outside his door.] Was there too much mint in those cookies? [She's not even gonna ask if he knows where they went.]

[quickfingers]

[Peter's eyes open and for a long beat he doesn't lift his head from his pillow, facing the fact that in a house of 3 telepaths he's not about to get away with anything any time soon. He contemplates playing dead even still, but sluggishly picks himself off the bed and sits up to answer through the door.]

A little. I mean, kinda a lot. It's all I've been burping for like an hour. [Still good though. Might just need a bit of rebalancing. He opens "his" door and leans on the frame, looking for her while scratching his head with a yawn.] You gonna make any more?

[divaricate]

[that gets a small, amused laugh. sorry dude, you chose this when you ate them. but also she maybe feels like 5% bad.] Probably was going to, why do you want to help make them? [casually trying to recruit help nbd.]

01

[khajidont]

[ Jaime did, in fact, order a pizza - half cheese, half meat-lovers - but he wasn't expecting it for another good half hour or so, maybe more, depending on who's delivering it; there's one slow, morose dude he's gotten way, way too used to seeing. Following the trend of Peter's life, the dogs hear Peter's arrival first and charge the door, yapping away, but Jaime arrives shortly thereafter. The dogs - one beagle, one grey corgi - do little more than sniff at Peter's feet, doubtlessly interested in having a bite or two of pizza. ]

Whoa. That was fast.

[ He leans to the side a little bit, sees no car, then turns his attention back to Peter as he grabs the pizza. ]

You a speedster? They always give you guys delivery jobs.

[quickfingers]

[God, everyone and there mom around here has a pack of dogs behind closed doors. Peter's not complaining but simply marveling at it while holding up the pizza he brought with him for Jaime to take over. And of course, doggos get pets with his other hand. There's probably something in the employee handbook about not doing exactly this for sanitary reasons, but fuck that. Dogs are cool.]

Now I feel like a resourced used for pizza conglomerate's gain. Oh, that's exactly what I am? At least there are tips. [Eye contact, brows up - that's a hint.] Twenty bucks for the pie, by the way.

[khajidont]

If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's always for the same pizza company. But hey, last speedster friend I had here just built his own delivery company, so you got room for, like, upward mobility, [ Jaime says casually as he grabs his wallet, rifling through it. What's twenty percent of twenty, again? Four, right?

Well, he's too lazy to deal with coinage, so a twenty and fiver it is. He hands it over and grabs the pizza as the corgi hopefully jumps at his leg. Gimme. ]

03

[jeaniegrey]

[ Since arriving here (and wow, she can hardly believe it's already been about four months now), she thankfully hasn't dealt with any wall shattering nightmares as she had been suffering with back... home. However, tonight? Tonight seems to be a night in which her mind is restless and no so willing to let her drift off into a peaceful sleep; she blames it on everything that happened with the clones recently. So, while she doesn't exactly shake the house in the middle of the night, she still finds herself waking in bed and heaving a sigh as she catches sight of the time... 3:04 AM

Great.

Fingers carding through her red hair as she lays there in bed with a frown, she allows her telepathy to wander the house for a moment and... stops when she realizes that someone else is awake at this hour. Gently, she gives Peter's mind a nudge. ]

What are you doing awake this late?

[quickfingers]

[Peter feels that nudge, brow furrowing because it never fails to catch him off-guard. He has to get more used to this telepathic thing, especially when it comes to replying. He never knows if speaking out loud or not's going to do much good - but he does sit up from where he was lounging on his bed and pauses his music.]

Chillin', you? [Said in a whisper, eyes flicking wall to wall but then he continues through his thoughts: 'LCD' screens have wicked crisp image, y'know that? I could watch this baby all day. And all night - it's a 90s throwback night. Isn't that freaky? Throwing back to something you don't know has happened?

He's admiring the tv he stole from the living room, which is playing a muted station not unlike MTV.]

[jeaniegrey]

[ She... might have to smile a little to herself at the fact that Peter first replies out loud then moves on to replying with his thoughts. Did he just not really know which one to go with or does he like to switch it up every now and then? ]

Trying to go back to sleep but it doesn't seem to be working.

[ That's always the worst. When you wake up and can't fall back asleep... you know, for another couple hours. ]

You usually chill at three in the morning like this?

01!

[beastboi]

[BB takes pizza seriously, so even though he doesn't expect it to arrive anytime soon, he's set himself up with video games as close to the front door as possible, pointed ears pricked and ready for the wonderful sound that is-

The doorbell??! Already?

He swings the door open to Peter, and gapes dumbly.]

Whaaaaaattttt!!! Dude!! You weren't kidding!

[The TV babbles with game over sounds somewhere behind him.]

[quickfingers]

[And dude, you weren't kidding about the green. Peter's, thankfully, a little more reserved when it comes to suddenly seeing people in brilliant shades of color than he was when he saw Hank turn blue the first time - so he just offers up a grin from behind his pizza box.]

Surprise? Didn't interrupt anything, did I?

[beastboi]

[While Gar is never really upset by people's reactions to his unusual complexion, it is always nice when someone doesn't make a big deal of it. He grins extra wide back at Peter.]

No way! I was just crushin' some evil goo! [He points a thumb over his back towards the TV.] Wanna go a round on two-player??

01, sort of

[nastygram]

[It's late afternoon, right on the cusp of early evening, which means that the place isn't as crowded as it was in the earlier hours of the day. Two employees, chatting behind the counter, four patrons, all engaged in their own work--plus Darlene, camped out at the back with a big iced mocha and her sunglasses pushed up onto her forehead.

The bell over the door chimes cheerfully and in steps pizza boy of the future. Darlene's phone is still in her hand. She sets it down with a smirk. Okay. Speedy service, not exaggerated.

The employees look up, confused at the entrance. The smell of garlic and hot cheese briefly overpowers the scent of coffee. Darlene takes her time, slurps her iced mocha, taps a few keys on her laptop to lock it, then shoves her phone into the back pocket of her shorts and pushes herself to her feet.]

Yo, pizza boy.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's first instinct upon entering the computer cafe is to have a quick glance over the tech, which even if it happens to be a bit behind the curb of modern day stuff (as cafes can get,) it's still literal decades of advancement on the stuff he got to know back home.

He then looks to Darlene, moving her way after shooting a short shrug to the employees on the way. He's ahead of his deliveries for the day, something that happens when the pizzas take longer to cook than it takes him to dish them out. Perfect time to deal garlic bread as a side job.] Yo.

So about that ten percent.

3.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles doesn't really say a thing about Peter bunking in the guest room. He just happily accepts the new arrival to the house.

But that pizza box will disappear from his floor. It'll find its way to the fridge with a delicately written "Peter" on top of it. On its place is a nice box of cookies, though. And inside the pizza box Peter will find a note that reads: "Maybe try the tuna salad, too."

At dinner time there will be a fifth plate just magically appearing. Just accept it, you're a member of the household.

Which is why when Charles knocks on the door one fine morning, he's going around with a basket and asks: ] Do you have anything to the laundry?

[quickfingers]

[There's a groggy sort of groan from behind the door before Peter's up on his feet and answering, rubbing at the corner of his eye as he peers out to see Charles. To be fair, he's pretty decent about answering knocked-on doors and answering when his name is called - instinct from living with his mother - but it is a little weird when it's someone else offering to do his laundry.

On one hand he feels apprehensive, since you're like the Professor and all, but on the other hand he so is into someone else washing his clothes. His eyes stare at the basket before he looks down at himself; Rush t-shirt and boxers.] Just pants.

Anything else and I might have to live scandalously while it washes. [On account of not yet having bought more clothes. That's a lie, he did pick up a cool denim jacket.]