[Peter is sitting at his desk in his room, legs pulled up onto the chair and crossed in front of him. It's a sort of awkward fit - Peter's as tall as he is skinny, even though he's definitely gained some muscle mass since getting bitten by the spider - but it doesn't quite look uncomfortable. His expression, though, is sort of another story, because he definitely looks a little uncomfortable. He wasn't affected by the flood, but it was still weird, to see everyone babbling about themselves and letting everyone have access to their insecurities and worries.]

So, uh, how often do floods like that... happen? Not that it didn't make for an interesting couple days or anything, but I kind of figure too much sharing usually just ends badly, especially in a place where everyone kinda seems like they overreact to everything. [And really, he's just counting his blessings he wasn't affected, because too many people have suspicions about who he actually is and what he does already and he did not need to just blab it over the network. B(]

[Private to Bond]

Are you gonna threaten to shoot me again if I ask how you're handling what happened?

[...]

Where did you even get a gun, anyway?

[Spam for the Deck]

[Thus far, Peter had been unable to find much of anything useful when it came to figuring out how just about anything in this place actually worked. Not that it was really unexpected, because everyone had been pretty upfront about there not being much more than theories about how anything actually worked, but he was still curious and wanted to see for himself about a few things.

Like the deck, for example. He and Tim hadn't been able to find any signs of a generator for whatever was stopping them from being sucked off into the vacuum of space, or creating an atmosphere or whatever was actually going on here, and today he'd specifically dug around in his room for a while to find a pair of gloves to further test the theory that it could be a force field keeping them safe.

It was a little juvenile, probably, but considering he couldn't fly and didn't know anyone who could, it was pretty much the best option he had available at the moment, and so for a few minutes, he can be found up on deck lobbing snowballs over the side as hard as he can throw them, waiting to see if they bounce back or hit something. So far, they hadn't, and after a couple tries, he leaned over the deck railing, peering down into the weird... river was probably the best word for it, even though it was definitely not water, and wondered what would happen if he climbed down the side of the ship and tried to touch it.

It seemed like a pretty terrible idea, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.]

[ooc: So, since Bond officially knows Peter's Spider-Man, feel free to fourth wall him within reason. His updated permissions are here!]