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[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

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[Bianca feels extremely lucky that she caught this before she went out the door. He sounds like he can't be much older than Jaime. Her voice is concerned when she replies.]

I can bring some clothes and a [whole very well stocked at this point] first aid kit. [And also something for him to eat; he sounds strained.]

Where are you?

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[He knows that tone. He knows that tone very well.]

Oh- That's seriously really nice of you, but I'm- I can totally find something myself...

[Be afraid, Pete, she's going to be firm on this.]

I'm a nurse, I'm even in charge one of the clinics here. You probably won't get better treatment short of going to one of them yourself. [She's probably going to drag you to said clinic herself if you're badly off.]

[Uh oh.]

Well, I- I'm not saying I didn't- I mean, it's not- I'm fine, really. I was just, y'know, looking for band-aids.

[ Ouch. That was a terrible lie, Parker. ]

[Nooot buying it.]

Unfortunately they don't have band-aids here. It's bandages or nothing.

I'm Bianca.

[All of this, she's saying as soothingly and gentle as she possibly can.]

Oh. Okay, but-- Really, I'm okay. [ Hah. Way to discourage the nurse. ]

Ah... Hi. I'm Peter.

[So dubious, and not that easily discouraged.]

It's nice to talk to you, Peter.

I can still drop some clothes off for you to borrow in the meantime. My son's here too, I'm sure he wouldn't mind lending you some, or dropping them off himself.

[That just made his stomach drop a little. A mother and her son trapped in this "In-Between"... Dead together?

He shakes it off.]

I, uh... Well, hopefully I can get my own clothes soon. I don't- I wouldn't wanna impose.

[In the sort of tone that brooks no opposition, as nice as it is. You should know this kind of voice well, Peter.]

You wouldn't be imposing in the least. No one's stuck here forever, but we should make the best of it while we're here.

[Oh, he definitely knows that tone of voice. All too well. But...]

... Um. Do you mind if I ask how long you've been here?

Not at all. Just over two months, I think. It's a bit hard to keep track sometimes.

And... You said we're not here forever? Do people- Have people left?

People have. [Traci, her son's girlfriend, was here and then disappeared a few weeks ago.]

Who stays and goes seems to be completely random as far as I can tell, and I don't think anyone else knows.

Do...... Where do they go? The people who leave, I mean. Does anyone know?

Home, we hope.

[She personally doesn't know for sure, but everyone disappearing going home is the only thing she's going to allow herself to think is where they go.]

Oh… Right. Of course...

[Between this and your initial post, she's becoming increasingly concerned.]

I need to leave now, [she should have already left for the clinic], but if you need anything, feel free to send a message. Jaime or I'll get right back to you.

[Completely earnest.]

Yeah, I'll definitely be sure to do that.

[She can't see it, but he does try for a smile.] Thanks for the help.

You're welcome.

[At this point, she ends the feed on her end.]

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