Peter woke up with a plethora of things that he had to stash away in a very limited time. He ignored the head doctor's words for the moment (the morning announcements were never very enlightening) as he sprang out of bed, tossing his shovel and pillowcase full of medicals supplies into his closet while he crammed Sam's gun and the ring into his desk drawer. He'd only just gotten it closed when the door opened and a nurse stepped inside.
"Oh, Mr. Campbell, you look energized this morning," the woman commented. Peter was glad that she had a way to explain away his hurried look to herself. The last thing he needed was the staff getting suspicious and deciding to search his room or something.
With everything safely tucked away, Peter was taken out of the room and down the hall. He took that time to think over what the head doctor had said right before night's end. He had personally been able to understand everything the man had had to say; it was times like this where being an English-speaker came in handy, apparently. Ethnocentrism aside.
Getting some information about the rings was helpful, but Peter didn't know how much he could trust what Landel had to say. Unfortunately, the man put them in a situation where there was really no other choice. Spilling a drop of blood wasn't the hugest deal, but he did have to wonder if there was some sort of consequence for it. If he tested it while with Claire, then they could at least avoid losing that much blood; absorbing her power would be pretty handy. He'd just have to impress on her that he was the one who'd be doing it. That would be harder if she had a ring of her own. He also didn't know if he might have to share his with Sam. He wouldn't mind, but it was something they'd have to coordinate.
Peter ended up making a stop by the bulletin to leave a note for his niece and also try to get the attention of the paramedic team. He wasn't sure if Hanatarou had it in him to play leader every day, so he figured that taking the initiative and jump-starting a discussion would be in their best interest.
Next was getting himself some breakfast. He took a couple slices of french toast and some fruit from the food line before glancing around the area for a place to sit. The place wasn't packed yet, which meant he had some options...
When he passed over a girl around his age with blond hair, he paused for a moment, figuring that he was just seeing things. But the more he stared at her, the more he realized that he wasn't making it up. It was Elle, or... someone who looked exactly like her, anyway. After meeting Spock, he knew that was possible, but he didn't see anything about this girl that distinguished her from the girl he knew. No pointy ears, no angled eyebrows, nothing like that. Did that mean...?
He had just spoken to Depth Charge the day before about patients who had died in the institute being brought back to life. He knew it was possible, even if he still didn't know the how of it. But Elle had been gone for what felt like two weeks now. How could she just show up here again as if that had never happened?
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"Oh, Mr. Campbell, you look energized this morning," the woman commented. Peter was glad that she had a way to explain away his hurried look to herself. The last thing he needed was the staff getting suspicious and deciding to search his room or something.
With everything safely tucked away, Peter was taken out of the room and down the hall. He took that time to think over what the head doctor had said right before night's end. He had personally been able to understand everything the man had had to say; it was times like this where being an English-speaker came in handy, apparently. Ethnocentrism aside.
Getting some information about the rings was helpful, but Peter didn't know how much he could trust what Landel had to say. Unfortunately, the man put them in a situation where there was really no other choice. Spilling a drop of blood wasn't the hugest deal, but he did have to wonder if there was some sort of consequence for it. If he tested it while with Claire, then they could at least avoid losing that much blood; absorbing her power would be pretty handy. He'd just have to impress on her that he was the one who'd be doing it. That would be harder if she had a ring of her own. He also didn't know if he might have to share his with Sam. He wouldn't mind, but it was something they'd have to coordinate.
Peter ended up making a stop by the bulletin to leave a note for his niece and also try to get the attention of the paramedic team. He wasn't sure if Hanatarou had it in him to play leader every day, so he figured that taking the initiative and jump-starting a discussion would be in their best interest.
Next was getting himself some breakfast. He took a couple slices of french toast and some fruit from the food line before glancing around the area for a place to sit. The place wasn't packed yet, which meant he had some options...
When he passed over a girl around his age with blond hair, he paused for a moment, figuring that he was just seeing things. But the more he stared at her, the more he realized that he wasn't making it up. It was Elle, or... someone who looked exactly like her, anyway. After meeting Spock, he knew that was possible, but he didn't see anything about this girl that distinguished her from the girl he knew. No pointy ears, no angled eyebrows, nothing like that. Did that mean...?
He had just spoken to Depth Charge the day before about patients who had died in the institute being brought back to life. He knew it was possible, even if he still didn't know the how of it. But Elle had been gone for what felt like two weeks now. How could she just show up here again as if that had never happened?