[ Okay, when they'd gotten briefed on the potential of encountering literal zombies? This was not what Peter had had in mind. Like. Seriously! He traveled all the way to France for supernatural school, and now he's just back in the states serving drinks to assholes in suits. It doesn't help that these jerks ignore him at best. Even if they were nice, though, he'd be bored out of his mind. But they're not, and he has to endure comments on how they got the cut rate students this time, look at this, here's a literal homeless dude--
Yeah, that dude's getting a shrimp platter down the back of his shirt. Oops. ]
Whoops. Guess you were being a little shellfish.
[ Someone stop him before he does something worse. ]
DUMB SHIT
[ And now he's doing something worse. When he's had enough of the walking dicks, Peter decides to slip away from the group and get a good look at these zombie hordes that they're fighting. Like, zombies! Come on! He's got to fight a few of them. They're so cool.
... Okay less cool than what he was picturing. They're so incredibly slow that his spider senses aren't even bothering to go off; he just kind of stares there a moment, watching this zombie sllllowly hobble towards him. ]
Seriously? This is it?
[ Fun fact: Peter is so used to his spider senses by now that when it doesn't go off, he kind of doesn't react to obvious stimuli. Like this other zombie that's coming up behind him, about to give him a nice big bite in the arm. ]
HEADING HOME
[ Back on the plane, Peter probably has a line of adults wanting to yell at him, huh. Yeah uh. He. kind of deserves it. And he's in the plane now, so no escaping!!
When he's not being yelled at, he sort of curls up uncomfortably back in his plane chair, looking just a little bit feverish. Which is weird, he never gets sick? But today he feels distinctly glassy for some reason. Maybe he's just tired from jetlag and dumb zombie missions.
(No, it had been his close proximity to all the anti-undead weapons. Since he'd, y'know, wandered off and gotten really close to them! 95% alive means that 5% of him is still sensitive to this kind of thing. It makes him ache just enough to be uncomfortable, though the effect will be gone as soon as the plane touches down in France again.) ]
OTA
[ Anything else? Pete probably got into some antics at the hotel too. ]
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[ Okay, when they'd gotten briefed on the potential of encountering literal zombies? This was not what Peter had had in mind. Like. Seriously! He traveled all the way to France for supernatural school, and now he's just back in the states serving drinks to assholes in suits. It doesn't help that these jerks ignore him at best. Even if they were nice, though, he'd be bored out of his mind. But they're not, and he has to endure comments on how they got the cut rate students this time, look at this, here's a literal homeless dude--
Yeah, that dude's getting a shrimp platter down the back of his shirt. Oops. ]
Whoops. Guess you were being a little shellfish.
[ Someone stop him before he does something worse. ]
DUMB SHIT
[ And now he's doing something worse. When he's had enough of the walking dicks, Peter decides to slip away from the group and get a good look at these zombie hordes that they're fighting. Like, zombies! Come on! He's got to fight a few of them. They're so cool.
... Okay less cool than what he was picturing. They're so incredibly slow that his spider senses aren't even bothering to go off; he just kind of stares there a moment, watching this zombie sllllowly hobble towards him. ]
Seriously? This is it?
[ Fun fact: Peter is so used to his spider senses by now that when it doesn't go off, he kind of doesn't react to obvious stimuli. Like this other zombie that's coming up behind him, about to give him a nice big bite in the arm. ]
HEADING HOME
[ Back on the plane, Peter probably has a line of adults wanting to yell at him, huh. Yeah uh. He. kind of deserves it. And he's in the plane now, so no escaping!!
When he's not being yelled at, he sort of curls up uncomfortably back in his plane chair, looking just a little bit feverish. Which is weird, he never gets sick? But today he feels distinctly glassy for some reason. Maybe he's just tired from jetlag and dumb zombie missions.
(No, it had been his close proximity to all the anti-undead weapons. Since he'd, y'know, wandered off and gotten really close to them! 95% alive means that 5% of him is still sensitive to this kind of thing. It makes him ache just enough to be uncomfortable, though the effect will be gone as soon as the plane touches down in France again.) ]
OTA
[ Anything else? Pete probably got into some antics at the hotel too. ]