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[myresponsibility]

[Video, Backdated to Day One of the Flood] [The feed clicks on and has the general fumble that comes along with someone who doesn't really know what they're doing with the device. Eventually, after everyone gets a good couple seconds of the flood of Peter's room, the camera rights itself and a young face peers into the lens. He's about five, and he's got Peter's glasses on, even though they obviously don't really fit him and look both oversized and comically cockeyed on his face. He squints at the device, flips it back over, and from the sound of it, is now taking a screwdriver to the back of it to try and figure out how it works. Eventually, the feed cuts. Maybe ten minutes later, it clicks back on and Peter squints curiously at the camera.] How does this work? [And as an afterthought, he figures he might as well ask:] When are we gonna go home? [Open Spam] [Peter is small for his age and quiet, so for the most part, he's not one of the more noticeable kids on board. He wanders, and peeks at things, and follows certain people around if they seem cool or like they don't mind him tagging along, but for the most part, he keeps to himself and tries to keep out of trouble. His aunt and uncle have been saying he doesn't talk enough these days, but considering he's in a strange place with a bunch of strangers, he figures that's not really a bad thing. ... Except when he's hungry, and isn't quite sure where the dining hall is. Then he's sort of nervously looking around for someone to ask about where he can get a sandwich or something, because he really doesn't want to be a pest or anything but. He's hungry. :c]

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[mistconduct]

[And now the shoe's on the other foot; Chris is heading back to his hall, arms loaded with ill-gotten gains from Rorschach's key, most of his haul consisting of juiceboxes for the little kids running around. He's so loaded up that he doesn't see Peter until he's nearly underfoot and Chris is stumbling over him]

Fuck!

[theitsybitsyspider]

[Peter quickly scrambles out of the way, staring at him almost nervously and sort of trying to make himself smaller without really realizing he's doing it.] Sorry!

[Hey, wait...]

You said a bad word.

[mistconduct]

[With half the juiceboxes now on the floor, Chris bends to scoop them up, swearing]

Yeah, fuck, I know. I say a lot of bad words, fucking...deal with it...

Wait.

Which one are you?

[theitsybitsyspider]

Um... [It takes him a little while to answer, because he has to weigh the pros and cons of talking to this particular stranger. He knows he's not supposed to talk to strangers, but it's not like he's seen his aunt or uncle around, so...] Peter?

[mistconduct]

...Peterrrr....Parker?

{Chris finally turns to get a good look at the boy he tripped over, frowning at his features]

Oh. Well, fuck.

[spam]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[He doesn't notice his shadow right away, but it's impossible to miss it after long. He's been wandering around, that can only keep up so long with someone following him. So James gets to the stairs and trots up a couple before turning around.]

What? What do you want?

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[theitsybitsyspider]

[Peter can't exactly explain why he's been following the older boy around, so he just looks startled and confused and shy more than anything else when he's addressed so straight forwardly. He finally shrugs, watching him with interest.]

Where are you going?

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[jumpeduplittleshit]

[James just shrugs.] Around. Why are you following me?

[spam]

[theitsybitsyspider]

[He shrugs nonchalantly, still peering up at him.] I'm supposed to help you.

[Again, he's not really sure why he knows that's true, but he feels like it is. And while he's definitely not Uncle Ben or Aunt May, he feels kind of okay, following him around. Not that he's scared of the other people or anything, but he feels safer with James. He doesn't really think to question why.]

[spam]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[Well that earns a surprised laugh and an incredulous little look.] Help me? Who are you, kid?

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[little_red_wolf]

Red's making her own way down the hallway, peering at everything. Though she's only thirteen, now, her pet snake remains the same size as it's always been - Twice as large as she is, and seemingly ready to protect her.

It's Ophion who notices the small Peter, hissing faintly, and drawing Red's attention. "Hello."

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[theitsybitsyspider]

Peter's small for his age, and giant snakes are definitely things that are way cooler when they're behind glass and not hissing at him. He shrinks away, staring at her and the snake warily.

"Hi."

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[little_red_wolf]

The snake drifts back a little, when Red puts her hand on the snake's back. "I'm Red," she offered, stroking the scales. "This is Slither."

[breathoflight]

[Snow is trying her best to keep track of who's a child, who's not, where everyone is, ages, and it's frankly a little exhausting. She's on her way back to her room for a little recuperation when she spots Peter though she doesn't recognize him.]

Hello, are you lost?

[theitsybitsyspider]

No. [She's pretty, and Peter abruptly feels a little shy, smiling cautiously at her.] I'm okay.

[Actually, though:]

I'm kinda hungry?

[breathoflight]

[Snow tilts her head a little.]

Do you know where the dining hall is?

[theitsybitsyspider]

[He shakes his head, but doesn't seem particularly concerned by this fact.] Are you okay?

[breathoflight]

[Snow smiles and nods. She's a little tired, but she can make time for this. She'd rather he not wander around looking for food.]

If you'd like, I can show you the way to the dining hall.

[pvtparts]

[Huh, another kid on the network and asking about home.]

You're not gonna go home for a while. But I wouldn't sweat it.

[theitsybitsyspider]

How come? My aunt and uncle are gonna worry.

[pvtparts]

It's a ship. So, unless we're at a port, you can't just hop off.

[It seems a little bad to just say they won't notice, so she tries a different approach.]

I wouldn't worry about your aunt and uncle though. They know you're here and safe. They're just waiting for you, that's all.

[It's a lie, sure. But it's usually nicer to bend the truth a little for kids.]

[theitsybitsyspider]

[Peter huffs out a frustrated breath, and props his head on his hands, frowning seriously at the camera.]

Good. I don't want them to think I disappeared.

[pvtparts]

I'm sure we'd get plenty of very angry phone calls if we just snatched children up like that. Don't you think?

[spam]

[inexactitude]

[Olive has not minded this flood at all. In fact, she's really liked it. She doesn't mind kids, even if they get kind of exhausting and some of them are snotty as hell - but mostly, they're kind of adorable. She's been keeping her eyes open to play hen mother at the really young ones - or at least to make sure they know where to get food and drink when they want it.

She's peeking into a common room when she spots a little brown-haired boy on the couch, with something very brightly colored in his lap.]

Hey,

[She calls, walking around the long way.] Whatcha got there?

[spam]

[theitsybitsyspider]

[Peter looks up, and although he doesn't immediately smile back at Olive with the same enthusiasm, he does smile a little shyly at her. Something about her seems familiar, which is kind of nice, considering how weird some of the other stuff he's been seeing is.]

I don't know. [He'd found it under his bed, and he wasn't sure what to make of it, really. He holds up the mask - which he'd tried putting on, it doesn't fit - for her to see.] What is it? It looks like a Halloween costume.