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  <title>iwillcatchup</title>
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  <updated>2019-07-10T02:19:03Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-09-02:3422616:2584</id>
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    <title>Time Passes So Slowly</title>
    <published>2019-07-10T02:19:03Z</published>
    <updated>2019-07-10T02:19:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Peter has barely moved off the bed at Steve's Clubhouse for the last two weeks. And for him... since time passed so differently in his head... it was really more like a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month of basically just sleeping his life away. Barely getting out of bed to go to the washroom, or to get more water, or eat something basic. He felt like he was moving like molasses... slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind kept replaying the last moments with Jean and the others over and over. Trying to find the moment that he messed up. That everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was awake, he felt like crying. But he just didn't have enough energy to cry anymore. It just came out as something half pathetic. A drained sob of him trying to catch his breath. And then he would hug the pillow to his chest, and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just didn't know what was wrong. And just couldn't muster any energy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=iwillcatchup&amp;ditemid=2584" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-09-02:3422616:2393</id>
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    <title>Nowhere to Run ((Nexus Crossing))</title>
    <published>2019-06-24T01:53:26Z</published>
    <updated>2019-06-24T01:53:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Peter wakes up in the Nexus, somewhere in the middle of the Plaza, with a feeling of extreme tiredness hanging off him. He manages to get up... and lazily (to him) head off to Steve's Clubhouse. Where he can find a bed to climb into. And close his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't last long. The last thing he remembers is racing towards Jean... and his memory keeps on flashing to that moment. To everything that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sits up, his eyes wet with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays in the bed. And grabs his PINpoint. And sends two messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, to Caspar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Hey Dude. Just in case you wanted to get a hold of me. I am hanging out in the Nexus now. &lt;br /&gt;Things got a little intense in my world. But I am safe now. As safe as I can be...&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second text is to Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um remember how I mentioned bad things were happening in my world too? Well there was a fight. And now I am sort of here... in the Nexus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have your own world to worry about. But I wanted to let you know I am safe. I am staying in the Clubhouse, until I can figure out what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he lays back on the bed, just staring up at the ceiling. His legs twitching restlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=iwillcatchup&amp;ditemid=2393" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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