Peter Maximoff (tagyourit) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-12-20 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, l: space, u: ginny potter, u: peter maximoff |
Peter and OPEN
Who: Peter and OPEN
When: Evening December 20th
Where: Wandering around the hallways. Anywhere.
What: Whoa! Feeling those planets, man.
Warning: Nah!
Things were trippy. No matter what speed he travelled through the bus, or where he stopped or what he was doing, he could sense things. Like feelings. Big feelings. Somehow it was as if he could take the pulse of the universe and feel it's peaks and lows. Oh boy! Was there some lows. Big blows, pain, sadness and heartache. Then as sudden as it came to him it passed him by and he'd somehow stumble into another emotion. Happiness and love and peace and harmony. Those were better. It didn't knock the wind from his sails and send him off track. Off track was never good. That was how collisions happened.
So he took to walking at regular speed which was boring. But the alternative was a bit wonky and of kilter at the moment. If he was going to lose his footing and trip out a bit on the mood of the universe, Peter figured it was best to do it at a snail's pace. Or regular pace for all those normal folks.
For some reason he couldn't put his finger on he felt like it had something to do with the route of the bus. Whatever it was, he thought as he paced around the many corridors of the bus, it was potent. And infectious. Not to mention brief. It didn't last long and then it was gone. Trying to hold onto the feeling was like trying to hold onto a fistful of sand. Eventually it just slipped away. Which was probably for the best, he thought with a snort. It was way WAY out there and he felt like he was going a little off the rails on a crazy train. Or bus, as it was.