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Who: Peter of the 616 and Peter of the MCU
What: Run-in
Where: Out and about
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Lowish
Status: On-going



Peter was seated at table in one of the parks within the ... village? He was going to stick to calling it a village. It seemed appropriate. It looked a bit like the kind of place that would break out into song in a Disney cartoon about Stockholm Syndrome. Still, it was nice, and the gentle breeze today was really nice which is why Peter had chosen to take his little project outside and into the evening air. It was relaxing, the lack of sounds of the New York City traffic was something he was getting used to, and it was kind of nice. Plus, the lack of threats everyday sure made getting sleep rather simpler. It did mean life was a bit more boring and so he had to fill it with stuff. This was stuff.

Sitting at the table in black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, Peter was leaning over his phone and his webware watch, with a few wires attaching them, and a screwdriver in one hand as he tweaked some settings. He looked towards his phone, making a few adjustments on screen, then back to the watch and another twist. There was music coming from the phone, well what seemed like music. It had some weird sounds, a few indistinguishable lyrics from a language that was definitely not of any Earth he knew. Another twist, and then a couple more stations popped up, each one a bit stranger than the last; a few that sounded vaguely like it would match up with something he recognized from his Earth.

He had his tongue sticking out, thinking that maybe he was figuring it out, and then another twist and suddenly 'Hold On' by Wilson Phillips start blaring out of the phone and he nearly threw the screwdriver, "Are you serious?! How many possible versions of Wilson Phillips are there in the multiverse?!"

He shook his head and made another twist before a spark blew from the wires and he had to pry them off, tossing the screwdriver off to the side along the table, popping the wires free and blowing off any other attempting sparks, then sighed and slouched in his seat, then shrugged and pulled up his bottle of water, popping it open to take a long drink, "Sorry little Webware guy, I might need something a bit stronger than even you for this..."