networkinthenight | @parker

I haven't met everyone, so for those of you I haven't met: hey, my name's Peter, wish circumstances were better etc, and I'm going to admit I don't really do this a lot, so you'll have to bear with me.

I know we've just had a meeting to discuss how we can be more prepared in the future and how we can try and limit repeats of the Lighthouse expedition and the party, but that was before Robin and the Doc shared with the class what they know about the World Eaters. New and old, we're all roughly on the same page as far as that's concerned.

Saying it'll be worth putting our heads together at some point to work out how we're going to deal with that threat is an understatement, but... It'll be worth it. Apparently the quickest way to send us all on a one-way trip to definitively not existing is by not working together, and I'll be honest and admit I'm pretty keen on avoiding that.

(That doesn't mean now, for the record, but we've got a time limit and this doesn't look like it's one of those situations where you can cram all night with a jugful of coffee and hope for the best at 8am, day off.)

(And while we're here, can we all agree that murder is bad? Yes? Great.)

I haven't had the (questionable) luck of coming across anyone from my version of Earth here, but we can basically sum it up with: stuff happens. Invading aliens, not-so-invading aliens, pod people, body snatchers, you name it, it's probably happened. I don't want to assume that's the case for everyone here, but I've spoken to enough of you that I feel pretty comfortable going out on a limb and saying that most of us have had experiences that kind of stretch the definition of 'normal'.

Which also means we've got enough experience between us all to make some kind of headway.

(That's the long way of saying "okay, so", by the way.)

There's been a lot of encouragement about exploring Beacon and pulling together whatever we find into something cohesive to be able to figure out a survival plan, and that's great but it's not without its risks.

In life, I had a tech company. At the moment, I've just got it on my tablet, but I've been messing around with something I came up with back home. Think of it like GPS, but with fewer (read: no) satellites.

Radius isn't unlimited and it's not totally foolproof, but if anyone's heading out into the forest and they've got any concerns or reservations about ending up separated from whoever they're with, or unable to find their way back to town, let me know.

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[ peter makes a noise that may have started off as a non-committal hum but slides into a 'nngh' at the mention of crossing lines. he gets it: there are lines he's pretty keen on not crossing, not ever, please and thank you, but that doesn't mean he hasn't considered it, doesn't mean he's never come close, doesn't mean it won't ever happen, no matter how much he'd like to hope it won't.

so, eliot's important to quentin. if peter was in the same position, could he say there weren't lines he wouldn't cross? ]

Trust me, property destruction generally isn't the best way to make any point. [ peter exhales and glances up at the sky for a moment, running a hand through his hair before continuing. ] I don't have to, but whether I come or not, all I ask is that you go into this with a vague plan. That's it. That's the extent of my Ts and Cs. [ a beat and a quirk of his lips. ] But luckily, we've got about two years before we're eaten by what I'm imagining to be giant worms, so right now, you're limited only by however long it takes you to figure something out beyond 'track a spirit and hope for the best'. Like — making sure you know how to get back.

[If you knew, Quentin thinks, if it was you, you'd rethink that. But he doesn't say it, just huff in disbelief about Peter not wanting the world to burn if it had been his... best friend caught in this place.]

You think they're worms? Because I thought they'd be, like, these large people-shaped-- things? That would just. Stuff all of this in to their mouths. Worms. [A beat] That tracks. Probably more likely than people. Hungry people.

All I need is flowers. To find my way back? And, I'd find some before going out. Of course I would, it's not like I plan to not come back? I-- okay, fine. I can make a plan, and we can go over it, and then I can borrow one? And your tablet? Or you? I'm not-- I can do that. You can come and make sure I'm not destroying your equipment.

I guess it depends on how literal the world eating aspect of it all is, [ peter replies with a shrug. it's not the same, but it doesn't sound entirely unlike the inheritors, just a little less — specific. life and light instead of ... spider-totems. (but god, he hopes this is going to be less difficult to deal with than them.

and morlun, because — that guy.) ]

But sure. [ he stands up, briefly dusting the worst of the dirt off his trousers before picking up his rucksack and swinging it over a shoulder. ] That sounds good. [ a pause, and he shoots quentin a crooked smile. ] If not a touch Hansel and Gretel, [ but still. he waves a hand dismissively ], but as long as we avoid any wicked witches, I guess we'll be fine. [ beat. ] So— send me a message when you're ready.

I, uh, okay?

[Okay, so that's weird. And maybe it isn't. Maybe there was just some social cue he missed, it wouldn't be the first time and Quentin gets up as well, grabbing his lantern off the ground and stuffing his empty hand in to his pocket, standing around a little awkwardly.]

I've actually seen a gingerbread house. And the witch who lived in it. She was-- something. And scary. But sure, I'll message you when I have a plan.

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