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[myresponsibility]

[Spam for the Infirmary]

[Being shot in the thigh is a strangely familiar experience for Peter Parker. Being poisoned with wolfsbane and spending a while hallucinating and incredibly nauseous is less so, but thanks to his enhanced metabolism, he winds up more or less okay symptom free in about an hour or two. (He makes a mental note to try and do some more research into how well he actually resists poisons and stuff like that.)

So for the first day after our latest vacation to Mirror Barge, Peter can be found napping in a hospital bed, playing Angry Birds on his phone, or inquiring after his friends and the general state of the ship. His right arm is heavily bandaged, and he's careful to keep weight off his leg, but otherwise, he actually seems kind of cheerful, if a little sedated.

A day or so later, and he'll be trying to hobble out on crutches if no one stops him.]

[Public Text]

so that sucked

sound off, where is everyone?

[Private to Gwen]

hey

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[walkingmeltdown]

[God help them both.]

How many of these things do you think there could possibly be? [Three second pause while he considers that.] Actually, on second thought, don't answer. I don't think I want to think about it.

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[myresponsibility]

Hey, you brought it up.

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[walkingmeltdown]

Yes, but considering how we both got here? [Come on, Peter. Get with the program. Or is he the only one around here who doesn't want to dwell on a certain alternate Barge in particular?]

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[myresponsibility]

This could've just as easily happened to me if I was back home. [Super easily. Has actually already happened, if we're really counting.]

Well, not the crazy friend part, hopefully, but I guess I've actually kinda been there, too.

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[walkingmeltdown]

Interesting life it seems you have.

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[myresponsibility]

It could be worse.

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[walkingmeltdown]

Depends. Are you, or are you not factoring in the things that seem to happen to us on this boat?

[He's irritated and terse, though at least it's not directly at Peter.]

Because I would argue that no, it doesn't seem to get any much worse than this.

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[myresponsibility]

I'm totally factoring in the stuff here, I'd rather go to Mirror Barge a hundred times before dealing with Silent Hill ever again.

That was worse. [And he sounds more firm about that than anything else, but there's maybe an undercurrent of anger, or lingering sadness or something.]

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[walkingmeltdown]

You know what? Normally, I would ask more about that. Normally, I would want an explanation.

[He slinks down further in his cot, lifting both hands to press the heels of his palms over his eyes, massaging his temples.]

But right now, I don't even want to think about it. For once I think I might be better off not to know.

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[myresponsibility]

You definitely are. [And he's not offering anything up unless it looks like they're head back that way.]

Sorry. Didn't mean for stuff to get all heavy.

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[walkingmeltdown]

It's not really your fault; I'm the one who asked.

[If he sounds snappish it's only because he's tired and frustrated in general, it's got nothing to do with Peter.]

And I'm sorry...for bothering you. I'll let you get back to your little game. [And him to his halfhearted bordering on desperate attempts for rest.]

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[myresponsibility]

Dude, no big deal. Sorry about the noise.

[He'll definitely be keeping the volume off, if that helps in your misery at all.]