[So... This weekend has been a bit of a downer.

But that doesn't exactly stop Peter from needing to do his due diligence for the community, and all that jazz. So he peels himself out of his bed and puts shoes on and actually pretends to be a human for a sec here. And if he drags on some stupid shirt he got for Wade from the thrift store that got left at his house, it's not like it can't be his; he's an idiot with bad choices in fashion too. And if he happens to pick the guy's gaudy tupperware to eat cereal out of, it's his business in his own townhouse.

Okay, uh. Some hours later (and looking through Wade's overly decorated place), he manages to recollect himself enough to get through... whatever it is this is gonna be.]

Hey, so... uh. Hey! How's it going. As a... heads up, the delivery dogs are acting really weird. I mean, I absolutely love dogs, but I don't really want to be possessed by one ever again. I was this close — [He pinches his fingers together, almost touching.] — to eating a dead bird before the doggo left my body. He's still a good boy, of course! But he can be a good boy... across the lawn...

Other than that? They seem really unsettled by something. Dogs usually have a pretty good sense for things — I usually joke that they all have a spidey sense without even needing to get bit by a radioactive spider, so we should keep a close eye for any trouble they're pointing their cute ghostly snouts at.

And please, for the love of all that is holy and moly, don't try to pet the 13-foot-tall ghost mooses.

Meeses?

[He clears his throat, and taps on his device as he distantly sends out some text responses.]

I've also got a pamphlet for anyone who needs information regarding the town. It's not perfect by any means, but it's at least a way to get as much information about the place in one spot until we can get something better set up. I'm gonna send out copies via Fluid right now, but I also make sure to give out copies to households in case something happens to our phones and we don't have a way to spread the info.

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If you have anything you need added, any recent revelations, let me know. More than happy to update it.

[A pause.]

And lastly... Wade Wilson's gone. Um. You know. Left. He's not in Deerington anymore.

[Another pause, as he glances down, gnawing his lip. He smiles a bit though once the moment passes.]

I'm fine, by the way. I've been sort of... anticipating it happening... for a lot of people I care about here. I know it's not always going to last. So many people come and go in our lives here, and you just... remind yourself that it's all temporary. Here or in our worlds. Everything — everyone — they come and go. So... make sure you value the people you've got here. I know this place sucks a lot. You've seen it recently, with these trials... with everything. But we're the best thing we've got for each other. And we can keep each other sane, and get through this.

Sorry, that's pretty Hallmark of me, I just...

[He runs a hand through his hair, and shrugs, gaze lingering away from the screen before he blows out a breath.]

Anywho. I got a ton of stuff from his place — I mean a ton. I'm pretty sure he might have had a hoarding problem? Like, it was 100% something a dude in a nice chair would diagnose. Anyway, I got a lot of things here. Like... so much tupperware, I don't even know what to do with it all. And knives. So many knives. Where do you even find that many knives?

... I took my fair share of things [like photos of them, notes, little gifts and mementos and drawings of the stupidest jokes, that stupid soup boy doll that is now locked in a drawer somewhere-] but I've got a lot more left that I'm pretty sure he'd hate to end up in a dumpster, even if he was a dumpster diver connoisseur.

[He absolutely put up a pinky and said connoisseur with the sophistication of a man wearing a monocle on purpose in the year of our lord 2020.]

I've got... like... twenty lawn gnomes, for one thing? Please, someone, come take a lawn gnome. Take a gaggle of them. And I've got boxes of knives, of course. An endless sea of arcade tickets...?

... A lot of potentially haunted dolls...

[He rubs the back of his neck, trailing off.]

Just hit me up if you want something, I'm sure I can dig up some weird thrift store nightmare to part with.

Nothing illegal to offer here, though. [... He smiles thinly and glances aside, eyes half-lidded and full of judgement for the idiot who up and vanished on him.] I flushed all the drugs hidden in the floorboards, so those aren't up for grabs. So sorry.

[He's not remotely sorry.

... Sometimes you just can't help who you love, huh?]