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[The video opens on a pile of wood, sticks, shrubbery, and chunks of what might have been siding, all piled into a very obvious pyramid surrounded by rocks.]

So everything has sucked recently. Back home in Montana, when shit got rough we'd always get together and have a big bonfire. Get drunk, make s'mores, all that stuff. It didn't make things better but at least you forgot about it for a little while.

Worth a try right?

[He sounds like he's honestly asking. He's trying really hard to be positive for once.]

I've got some graham crackers, chocolate, and other things for roasting. No marshmallows though so if anyone wants to come through in the clutch it would be appreciated.

I'm lighting this up tonight at dusk, so if you want in, be there. I've only got so much to burn and it might not last more than an hour or two.

((OOC: Feel free to use this like a log and make top levels and do action things. Go forth and get some bonfire mingling on!))

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[yeahhhhh, you thought you could avoid her, didn't you? hiding in your room or the lab at all hours, being emo, the works.

George ain't having that shit.

so she just saunters on over and says] Hey. There are marshmallows. I found 'em.

[He thought he could avoid everyone!!!! For about five minutes, but then realized that it was futile.

He tries to give her a smile, but it falls kind of flat. It's the though that counts?]

Didn't think we'd get that lucky.

[He pauses awkwardly, like he wants to say something else, decides against it, but then immediately changes his mind again and just spits it out anyway]

You-- um. You doing okay?

[was he seriously expecting her to hold a grudge about the latest bout of fake god fuckery? that's not gonna happen. ever. he means way too much to her for that kind of bullshit.

her smile is genuine and warm]

They were hidden. Don't go to the shop near our house, I kind of tore it to pieces.

[he may be feeling awkward, but she's not. she's been through way too much of this shit to take anything personally]

Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

[Peter doesn't even know what to expect from himself anymore. He thinks he knows what to expect from his friends but knowing that the Gods can fart and it'll throw everyone's emotions out of whack, he just doesn't know what to trust anymore.

He honestly isn't sure how to answer that. He gives her a look that sits somewhere between concerned and confused.]

Uh. Your... your arm. It's okay, right?

[the fake gods are full of shit. she's believed that since the moment she showed up here and that belief hasn't gone away in nearly two years.

and she gives him in return one that's frank and open]

Why wouldn't it be?

I pulled it off and threw it.

[Like yeah, she'd just slapped it back on, but how does he know that it healed right? Wacky not-zombie healing powers are a new thing for him.]

Oh yeah. You did do that, didn't you? But it wasn't you doing it, it was this fucking place doing it.

[and it healed just fine. does he need her to do push-ups to prove it? she can do that. for like five push-ups]

Okay, yeah, this place influenced it. That's not an excuse, I... I should have...

[He should have been stronger, he should have been in control. Never mind the fact that he was up against the manipulation of literal gods, but y'know. He's not being rational, don't mind him.]

Yes, actually, it's a great excuse. People do dumb shit when the stupid gods are doing their thing. This was just a particularly nasty thing. Which I've already gotten over. Got over it as soon as I realized what was happening. So don't beat yourself up about it, okay? We're cool.

[he should have nothing. the stupid gods were pulling their Stupid God Tricks and not giving a fuck about anyone who got caught in the crossfire. as usual. so. whatever?]

[Peter huffs in frustration, mostly at himself, and crosses his arms. Okay, well, at least he and George were still cool. That really was a relief, she was pretty much his best friend here.]

I'll... I'll try not to.

[It might take him a while, but he'll figure this shit out. He goes silent for a moment, but eventually speaks up again.]

I'm sorry you had to, but um. Thanks for stopping me.

[they are absolutely still cool. he's her brother from another mother and she's going to his world. and ripping Thanos' soul out and making him take it back if it's the fucking last thing she does. so they're still cool]

Do or do not. There is no try. [said with a wry grin]

I'm sorry I had to do it in the first place. I know it fucks with people's minds. But I kinda figured in the long run, you'd rather have that to deal with rather than the whole killing spree thing.

Oh my God.

[Okay, that actually gets him to grin. Yoda advice is always good advice.]

See, okay. That definitely wasn't the worst thing I've ever been through? So honestly I don't know if that's f--messed with my mind any more than anything else has. But you're right, I'm really glad you stopped me.

[Almost fuckworded there. almost.]

[and she just gives a shit-eating grin back in response. she knew that would get a smile out of him. she knew it]

Then I'm happy to help. And I'm glad I stopped you, too. [and she shoulderbumps him] You know you can count on me, right? For, y'know, whatever?

[And that's why she's the bff. Peter shoulderbumps her right back.]

Yeah, I know. You've been freaking great, you know that? I don't think I would have made it through most of this stuff if it wasn't for you watching my back.

[and she just leans in against him. she was serious when she considered him a brother from another mother. she feels completely comfortable around him, even with the latest bout of fake god fuckery]

No, actually I don't know that. Really? [and she gives him a wry look] And you are giving yourself way too little credit, y'know?

[That is a huge relief, for real. He doesn't know what he would do if his cool sister was afraid of him or something.]

I can hit stuff really good, I can give myself credit for that.

[afraid of him? never. he's her brother, she's not about to be afraid of him. and when she goes to his world, all those who tried to take him on would get to be afraid. of her]

You really can. But that's just you when it's the stupid gods behind the wheel. Imagine how much better you could do when it's all you in the driver's seat. You'll be incredible.

[He's still waffling on going back to his own world in a major way since he'll literally be dust when he gets there, so that might complicate things juuust a bit.]

Not to focus on the wrong part of this analogy, but I'm actually a terrible driver. Never trust me behind the wheel.

[fine, she'll go anywhere he wants to go. if she wants to go to her world, she'll suck it up and go back to Reaping. but she's still going to med school, damnit.

she laughs] Sounds like there's a story around that.

[He's already been invited to Star Wars world, wanna go see real Ewoks?

Peter just laughs and gives her a nod like OH THERE'S A STORY ALL RIGHT]

So, I kind of stole a car once. I was fifteen and had no idea what I was doing.

[she'd prefer Star Trek world so she could have sex with Captain Kirk, but Star Wars world will work.

she leans in with an expectant look on her face]

--oh, fuck! And you're a New Yorker! I've heard New York drivers are absolute fuckwads! What happened?

[...I mean, there's always C-3PO?]

I almost missed a turn off and I kind of. Y'know. Ended up crashing it.

I was fine, but the car was totaled.

[He doesn't seem too upset about this.]

[EWWWWWWWWWWWW. SHE'S GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY AS A VIRGIN. THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT]

...ohhhhh my fucking god.

[she doubles over laughing]

Was it your aunt's car? Please tell me it wasn't her car.

[she's laughing so hard, she's like. ugly crying with it]

[THERE ARE WORSE THINGS?

But yes getting George to laugh is definitely helping him feel a little better]

Nah, it was this kid I went to school with's dad's car. He was one of those douchebags who thought he was hot stuff because his parents had a bunch of money, so I can't say I felt too bad about it.

[NOT IN HER OPINION. all she wants is a nice, stable relationship with a nice girl. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

GOOD.

and at Peter's words, she slaps her thighs with her hands and laughs even. harder. she manages to gasp out between guffaws]

Oh my fucking god. That is fucking perfect. Holy shit. That's like living the dream, smashing the shit outta the class douchebag's dad's car.

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