Day 56: Tasty Burger (Noon)

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Peter didn't know if he and Firo had left on the best terms, if only because the younger man was still so confused about what was going on in this place. The change in time period had a lot to do with it, but it had also sounded like he'd had a lot going on in his life before ending up here. Then again, who hadn't? Peter had just exploded before his arrival.

It was hard to think back to that night, to the way he'd stood in Kirby Plaza while burning up with nuclear overload, when he was in this quaint snow-covered town. This was the sort of image you'd see on the Christmas card; it wasn't supposed to exist.

Still, his walk with Firo had been rather long all things considered, and so Peter finally decided to leave the teen to his devices and go warm up somewhere. The best way to do that would be by putting some hot food in his stomach, and so he ended up backtracking to the Tasty Burger. He could have gone ahead to the Twin Pines, since the food was obviously better quality there, but the walk was longer and his face was starting to get numb.

Letting out a small sigh of relief as he stepped into the lively fast food place, Peter fished the proper coupon out of his pocket and went to stand in line, eyeing the two young girls at the counter as he waited for it to be his turn. Once he'd eaten, he could really start searching the shops for what to buy.

[Claire Bennet.]

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[vstheworld]

"Wow, that's a new one," Scott said with some genuine surprise. "Wanting to bring people to Landel's. Never woulda thought." He paused, then added, "You might get your wish? Some people meet up with lots of people from home just out of the blue. If you ever find who you're looking for, just stay out of this town at night, and... I guess you'll be. Good?"

Scott couldn't help it. He was already having visions of Wichita sprucing up one of the patient rooms with nice furniture, a welcome mat, a shotgun by the bedside, and a framed crochet on the wall that said "There's no place like Landel's." The idea of the Institute being homier than home was just too bizarre to pass up.

"Toronto?" he parroted back after a moment. What exactly could he say that would be interesting to someone who had survived a zombie apocalypse (eat your heart out Max Brooks)? "It's, uh. Got the CN Tower? And an awesome castle?" He shook his head. "I dunno, what do you want to hear? Stories about my gay ex-roommate? My crappy band? The time I cut a half-ninja lesbian in two? What?"

[cons]

It took her a second to answer, because... what? "I dunno. Normal stuff. I could go for a healthy dose of normal. I meant tell me something about you, mostly, like your life before this place." But once she said it out loud she realized how much she didn't want to know anything like that. Wait, yeah. No. She didn't care about that. She couldn't care about that. The realization of what she was asking made her sit back in her seat again, though she somehow managed to give him a sort of passable sarcastic smirk instead of letting off how thrown off she just felt.

"But nevermind, if that's a tricky question. I wouldn't mind hearing more about the gritty parts of the institute." She could already tell this guy thought she was all kinds of weird, but there was really no fixing that. Living in Zombieland did make her a little weird. Plus, the remark about coming back here at night caught her interest, and she wasn't going to let it slide this time. "I mean, you seem to know a lot for someone that's only been here for two weeks." Maybe some mild buttering-up would get him to look past the fact that she couldn't seem to pick a subject to stick to for more than a minute at a time.