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open log! video games, terrible shoes, and runaway puppers

WHO: Peter and YOU
WHERE: Various spots, all over
WHEN: Month of August
WHAT: Question the life choices of a speedy manchild
WARNINGS: none! yet

at an arcade. location; variable

On his days off Peter enjoyed playing some video games. And not JUST at his lovely abode. No he decided that he should probably get out there a little more. Of course he also didn't OWN that many games right now. Luckily there were arcades. Granted if he didn't waste ridiculous amounts of quarters playing in them he probably WOULD have had enough to buy like a PS4 by now but, eh. This was fun too.

He actually had a goal. Get as many high scores in as many games at as many arcades as he could. Especially the dance games. He tore them UP. So much fun, even if it was still slow as heck. His new goal in life was to save up and own one of those machines. Like the actual DDR unit and not one of those lame little arrow pad things the clerk at the electronic store showed him. Then he'd tear it apart and put it together again until he figured out how to make it go faster.

But for now the arcade version is great. Which he can be found playing a lot. And the other games too, even asking people which ones they liked best or if they wanted to be player 2 on the ones that allowed it.

shopping! location; lots of places

The great thing about having a job was having money to spend. And Peter does like spending money.

He can be found in a variety of places throughout the month. In an electronic store annoying some of the salespeople with five thousand questions. He also made a couple trips to a department store to improve his wardrobe and also to eyeball some of the really fancy expensive watches. 'Improve' being up to interpretation because he was seriously considering a VERY questionable pair of shoes at one point. They were silver. It had to be a sign. Surprising to some he also browsed a bookstore or two. Of course he was mostly looking at really terrible cheap sci fi novels. And adult coloring books. Those were a thing. An awesome thing.

at an animal shelter. location; heropa

So he didn't quite catch HOW exactly it happened. As per the norm he kind of arrived late to the party. From what he gathered there was a power outage that hit the whole street and some nut job decided to release as many animals as the could before they 'ran out of air'. Because of a power outage that lasted ten minutes. Which meant there were a whole bunch of dogs, cats, and rabbit and other stuff on the loose. Thank god someone stopped the liberator before they got to the tarantulas or any of the really small hard to find critters like gerbils and mice.

Of course someone had to help round up the escapees. And Peter was happy to volunteer. Or he was happy until the owner handed him an alarmingly thick list of everyone that needed rounding up. Luckily a lot of fuzzy friends didn't wander off too far and were easy enough to round back up. However there were still a lot of names on the list left unchecked. He was beginning to wonder if this was a little too much for even him to deal with alone.

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[ Sophie actually works on a bookstore as a clerk, so she's used to some weird customers, mostly those that come to get a look at the tiny ImPort that sells books. Most are pretty disappointed that she's apparently a regular girl, but some just don't know when to quit. She can deal with all of this though, she's seen weirder.

The coloring books for adults (weirdly phrased as it was) weren't hard to find. Apparently mandalas and the like came in books to color as a relaxation technique.The terrible sci-fy, she wasn't much of a help there. Those were all things she could work with.

The fact the guy zipped all over the store was a little more difficult to wrap her head around, though. ]

Uh...are you always this... fast?

[ Mandalas weren't the only coloring books! There were tattoo ones and fantastical creatures but he was DEFINITELY flipping through a mandala one currently. And if for a split second if she happened to see the classic pinup girl coloring book she was probably imagining things. ]

Nah. I usually go faster.

[ He honestly didn't even think he was being too zippy! He usually tries to tone it down in public but sometimes he just couldn't help it. ]

You think these things really help for relaxation and shit like they say on the cover?

Faster?

[ Well dang, that's pretty awesome. She immediately thinks of Breeze, and wonders who's faster.

She's going to need to check all that out anyway, Peter. ]

I have no idea. I suppose they're meant to be time consuming... things you do, so focusing on getting them just right might take your mind off things?

So fast you won't see me.

[ She's only checking it out if he decides to buy it!!

...He's probably gonna buy it. And the fantastical animals one. It's got some badass dragons in it. ]

Well most of the time I got nothing BUT time on my hands so I try and find things to occupy it before I get too many ideas. My ideas are usually bad ideas.

That's- that's pretty fast.

[ Well if that's not the dumbest thing she could say... ]

Oh yeah? I can relate to that. Back home it usually was one bad idea after another.

You might actually need to take your time coloring those, though. Like, slowly.

[ It's okay. Peter's said dumber things more times then he can count. ]

Yeah... there's lots of little tiny bits and details and stuff. Artsy things in general need a lotta time usually. I did this cool graffiti thing in my room back home, like my world home, and ya can only go as fast as the can sprays or shit starts getting all wonky and stuff.

So what would you say works best with these things? Markers?

Wow, that actually makes a lot of sense.

[ Who knew being super fast might have a downside? ]

Honestly? I'm thinking either colored pencils or yeah, markers. Thin markers. I guess you don't want to apply too much pressure to each page so you don't ruin the one behind...

On his lunch breaks, Erik likes to walk around the neighborhood. Just beyond where he usually makes his rounds is the shelter that once housed Rochester, his 0-legged dog for whom he's lovingly fashioned a set of metal legs. While thinking of Rochester, he finds that he's absentmindedly walked closer to the shelter, where he sees--

"Peter?"

He makes his way over, and looks um. Confused?

"What's going on?" he asks, wondering if he's taken up a side job as a dog walker. Honestly, he'd hire Peter to walk Rochester, it's too bad he's cooped up while Erik works.

Honestly Peter probably looks like a dog walker right now. He's got an assortment of pooches on leashes looped around his arm as well as a duffel bad slung over his shoulder with a couple puppies and a teacup Pomeranian poking their noses out.

"Huh, oh hey!" he looks up from his list and gives him a half hearted wave, "I'm trying to think like a dog. Specifically an ornery three year old pug named Al Capone."

...That explanation probably just confuses the situation even more.

"To rewind some nutter butter released a whole buncha animals from the shelter and I'm trying to help round 'em up."

He's having a hard time following what Peter says, but he figures that he might have just said something and Erik missed it since Peter tends to go faster than light speed to everyone else's slow crawl. Right. Okay, brain cells functioning. "You're missing a pug named Al Capone." He raises an eyebrow.

"I think I saw him, actually, on the way over." Ah yes, he does remember seeing a few unleashed dogs and wondering what that was about. He would go retrieve it himself, but he figures it's easier to just point it out to Peter. "I'll hold these leashes."

"Really? Thanks this'll make things so much easier!"

And just like that he was gone, the leashes now all looped around Erik's wrist and the duffel bag of confused puppies by his feet. Who were quickly joined by a couple others that Peter stumbled across on his way to retrieve the runaway Mr. Capone.

Finally.. finally... after and AGE AND A HALF that was really like ten seconds or so but really that's a long time, Peter's back, victoriously holding an agitated looking pug over his head.

"Got 'im!!"

"Great," Erik replies, still trying to get used to the fact that he's entangled in a mass of leashes and super cute super confused pups. "Is he the last one?" he inquires, hopefully. Because he could keep doing this, but he's having um. Troubles, like trying to untangle headphones and finding that they're a little more hopeless than previously assumed.

Wanda is not someone who is an experienced player of arcade games or video games, but while she's out, she sees Peter go into an arcade and decides to follow. Because, why not? Sure.

"What is that you're playing?" She asks curiously, standing beside him once she catches up to him. Please teach her about these things, Peter.

He looks over and grins when he sees who it is. He totally will teach her everything he knows.

"DDR! Dance Dance Revolution. It's pretty much my new favorite thing ever," it was a video game that had great music AND dancing what more could he want, "Wanna try it out? It's pretty easy when you get the hang of it."

She returns the smile. "Sure." She says with a nod. "If you don't mind explaining it a couple of times, probably. I'm only about three hundred percent out of my element." The last bit is said in a slightly joking tone, but yet she is serious.

"Don't worry!" he laughs and waves a hand like it's no big deal, "You're from another world but you're still a Maximoff. That means you've got SOME groove in you. Now up! Onto the platform."

She steps up on the platform. "Is that what that means? I thought it meant coming with a bunch of attitude. So I guess I'll either discover a hidden talent, or you'll laugh pretty hard for the next month - I can go either way."

Bela was at the department store to add to her wardrobe, rather than improve it. After a few hours of browsing, she came across the shoe section and took some time looking through what they had on display. When Bela found a pair that she liked she took a few minutes to try them on, walking back and forth to test them out. It didn't take her long to decide that she was going to purchase them...right after searching for some more.

She passes by Peter on her third trip around the shoe section, pausing to see what exactly he had taken an interest in. Bela doesn't exactly know why she did, he isn't somebody she knows (and she normally wouldn't care) but here she was.

"Those are supposed to be running shoes?"

Because they were hideous.

Hideous? Surely she must mean amazing.

"Yeah. Aren't they just the coolest things you've ever seen?" he had a huge dumb grin on his face and honestly no sane person should look so excited to be holding the monstrosities he's got in his hands, "They're silver too! Kinda my favorite color. It's gotta be a sign or something."

They match great with his silver leather pants and jacket.

Not quite.

"Silver isn't really my colour, but as long as you like them." In other words, it was a polite way of saying that she wasn't a fan of the shoes. Something more subtle was more to Bela's tastes when it came to casual footwear.

It's only then that Bela actually gives him a quick look over, noticing that yes, silver seemed to be his thing.

"I like red." She gestures to the shoes she held in her hand. They were red, strappy and expensive. "What do you think?"

[ Piper had intended to drop by the shelter to donate some extra rodent bedding that his chinchilla had flat out refused to use (rodents are so fussy when they can actually voice their opinions!), but he stops short in the face of the chaos. He spots the owner handing Peter a list, and decides to speak up. ]

Need an extra hand?

[ He looks up and breathes a sigh of relief. ]

Oh thank god yes. Do you know how many animals escaped? A lot.

[ When he offered to help he thought it was just a few escapees. Not... pages upon pages. It was kind of overwhelming. ]

How many is a lot?

[ He takes a couple pages off Peter's hands, and his eyes widen. ]

...Oh. That is a lot.

[It's just Doc's luck to find himself living communally - something he hasn't done since his dorm room days, and for good reason - and with two kids at that. At this moment, however, he's blissfully unaware of aforementioned roommates and has instead seemed to have taken over the kitchen, accompanied by a horrifying little ball on legs; bright blue with a rather looking vacant face and for spindly metal legs that are almost insectoid in nature, Helper sticks out like a bright thumb even in a place like this one.

Perhaps Peter comes home to this sight, or had been in his room only to noticed a great deal of frantic sounding beeping from good old Helper. Either way, when he comes in, he'll see Helper gingerly standing in the middle of the kitchen and one Doc Venture clutching a mug in one hand, talking to Helper.]

I know you're very exciting about being able to do that again, but I keep telling you, you just take up too much space. Turn back.

[ Peter's up in his room playing the hell out of a video game so he doesn't notice the beeping right away. Until it kind of dawns on him that they're not coming from the handheld he's currently using. IS SOMEONE PLAYING SOME NEW GAME WITHOUT HIM?! This must be investigated.

Of course it doesn't take long to find the source. Like an eighth of a second. But to his lucky new housemates it probably seems like he just just materializes in the kitchen. Specifically perched crosslegged on TOP of the spiderbot. ]

Hey what's this?

[ He taps the top of the robo-head. ]

Some kinda killer robot? Does he do tricks? Hey, who are you anyways and why are you using my favorite mug?

[Doc jumps once a boy suddenly appears in front of him, hot liquid sloshing out of his mug and dribbling onto the front of his speedsuit.] Oh, great! What am I supposed to wear now?

[He says peevishly, grabbing a paper towel to mop up the mess. Oh, well; at least speedsuits are designed to be easy to clean, so long as Reggie and Peter can handle seeing an old man in his underwear waiting in front of the washing machine. He looks back up to Peter with a sigh and says,] Please get off the killer robot, young man. He's not currently a killer robot, but that doesn't mean that he's a toy to just hang off of either. What if he loses his temper?

[Helper certainly doesn't sound inclined to lose his temper. If anything, his beeps sound downright cheery, a sharp contrast to his owner standing in front of him.] I am Doctor Thaddeus Venture, and it appears I'm going to be staying here for the time being. [He looks down at the mug.]

Also, I needed coffee.

Carl, as it turned out, was the one who stopped the liberator, but it was his boss - a sixties-aged woman with a penchant for wearing kitten-printed sweaters in the winter and t-shirts in the summer - is the on who is ripping the liberator in a new one. Leaving the idiot to his fate (which is personally gathering the remains of animals possibly killed in the kerfuffle), Carl was given to task to help gather the animals as well. He picked up a slow-moving rabbit and was taking it back to its cage, using his enhanced vision to find more animals running free. He sighed. There are dogs already on the road.

Carl glanced around his blindspot and saw Peter looking about as confused as the rest of the animals. Looked like a new volunteer. "Hey. How quick are you?" Because even if the liberator deserved it, no on really need to witness an animal dying because of their stupidity. It hit Carl a little too close to home to really allow that to happen. So the animals hanging out at the road are the top priority.

[ It's getting to be time to head back to school, and Dick's ready to start his senior year of high school. For the time being, at least, he's decided to be responsible and actually go instead of trying to graduate early. So he's out doing the usual round of pre-schoolyear shopping for some new wardrobe staples when he spots Peter in the shoe section. He wouldn't give him a second look if not for... well... what the other guy is looking at. ]

Oh my god, [ he says, in a kind of awed deadpan, peering around Peter's arm. ] Those are the most amazing things I've ever seen.

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open log! video games, terrible shoes, and runaway puppers

bookstore!

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@ arcade

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shopping!

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HOME SWEET HOME

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animal shelter aka his job

at the department store!