[ he doesn't remember the last time he was on a ship, which he only realizes when he hears the loud foghorn that jerks him awake. it takes him a second to register the sway of the ship, slow and gentle enough that he doesn't even really feel it at first as he tries to take in his surroundings. there's no mistake that he died — he has the blood on his uniform to show for it: dried and caked in patches along his side and his back. it's beyond salvaging at this point, but hey, at least he still has his AF1s. small victories.

the hallway outside his room is empty and then it's not, peter suddenly materializing seemingly out of thin air before he disappears again, only to reappear on the deck a second later. maybe you were contemplating your own status of being alive again when this guy shows up, his lantern hooked to his belt next to his walkman. he's gone before you can say something though, already on the ground the second the ship docks, head tilted to listen to the song playing over the speakers. ]

Cool song choice. [ not something he's really heard of, he's still stuck in the 90s, but you know. ] Beats a welcome party, I guess.

[ afterwards, peter will be doing one of two things: a) he'll be helping unload supplies from the ferry to bring to the general store. feel free to recruit him for help or just let him do it himself, to be honest; he's slower now (something he's trying not to think about just yet) but he can still get it done much faster. or b) he'll be doing a couple laps around beacon, mostly investigating the invincible and the bonfire, poking his head into rooms and just checking the general space out. don't mind him just suddenly appearing in your room or at the bar, heralded by a minor breeze wherever he pops up. ]

[ rastus isn't even the strangest person he's seen, neither are the forest spirits really, but they are kind of cute. he has his complimentary mug of hot cocoa that he hasn't taken a sip from yet, but should he spot you without one when he slides (a little too quickly) into the seat next to you, he'll offer it.

there's the sobering feeling of dread that he hasn't gotten over yet, and he doesn't think he will until he finds out why he's really here and how he can get back home. if he can at all. peter listens as he pokes around on his tablet — literally, these things don't exist back in the 90s. ]

Here I thought space missions were cool, [ he mutters, reaching out with one hand to catch the tray of acorns a nearby forest spirit dropped before it hits the ground. ] Nothing beats going on missions in the afterlife.

[ have an idea for something else? feel free to throw it at me or hmu by PM/wooloos if you want to hash things out! ]