[Private to Peter Pevensie || Hackable]

Peter--

I'm sorry.

[ooc: Totally hackable. Duh, he can't code. Why would you ever think that? So of course this is public. Bwa ha ha. Basically, a giant carousel boar (irony) beat him up (he has a black eye or something) and told him that, as he suspected, he had cursed Peter with that accidental button-pushing. And then Lucy was all falling through the rift and Reepicheep came back and...is it Christmas yet?]

[Voice Post]
((Click!))

((Of the accidental sort too, alas. Well, he has his Network device in his pocket and he's running around the house. You see, the household animals have gotten a hold of a particular box with a particular button in it...and...))

((First footsteps, running, a voice. And animals sounds. Pig. Cat. Running, running... It clears in a moment--))

Lab!

No, down! No! Don't--what have you done, anyway? Don't drag things in here. Give it here. No. Drop it. Drop it.

((Clatter clatter~!!))

What have you--no! I said to drop that. Drop it right now. I thought we were trying to keep those stupid boxes out of sight. Lab!

((A few more trotting footsteps...and the sound of trotters again...))

This is why we shouldn't keep a pig in the house. Lab! Come here!

((Clatter, rattle...bang! Sounds like someone fell in the course of the chase!))

Ah...ow! Lab! You're completely underfoot! Let me up!

... ... ...oof... ... ...

((Catching his breath a moment...))

...now where's that box...

((Click~))

... ... ... ...Oh no.

((Three guesses what just happened~))
And how handy that the impact jarred the Network device again and it turns off with a--))

((Click.))
[//voice post ends]

[ooc: Button push GET! So the Narnia household animals got ahold of someone's box despite everyone's attempts at keeping the boxes out of mind and reach. But, doing as animals do, they began playing with it in the house. Ed, being useful (or something) tried to get the box away from them...and ended up falling on it and pushing the button anyway. Well done, Ed.]

So I've been here for a while now and I think I understand this place as well as I can by now--the Network and the curses and everything, I mean. I'm still working on the rest of it.

But I also think I ought to look for something more to do than just stand around waiting for another curse. It's all right when you've got a curse on top of you and everything's gone wrong, but it gets absolutely boring doing nothing all day but wait for the next curse: nothing happens. After all, there's no school here--not like school in England at least. And no state affairs or anything, obviously. I don't mind not having school since that might as well have been nothing sometimes, but I can't just hang about all day. Anyway, Peter has a job. And it seems like the sort of thing a fellow ought to do--for the sake of the household and everything. I know there's no real way to know how long any of us might be here, but I can't sit around all day.

I'll admit that I've never had an ordinary job before, but I'm sure there's got to be someone in a City like this wanting for help anyway. We're all strangers around here at first, after all. And if you're wanting for help, then that's exactly why I've put this out on the Network. I'd be glad to be that help.

[ooc: Part-time job GET--hopefully. IDK...what do you hire a king to do, anyway? Maybe I should toss him into the library |D]

[Voice Post]

((Click.))
((Accidental, of course, since that's the City's wont. In the background, there is the sound of a dwindling crowd and a disappearing Subway Panic train. The crowd mills and hums, the train hisses and whistles down the tracks. The platform empties, the train vanishes.

Eventually, gradually, there's the sound of a footstep. Just one. Someone's thinking. Then comes a voice, a little wry:))

I don't think this is the right stop.

... ... ...

Peter! Susan, Lucy! Come on. I know you're not joking.

...

If you're not here, then where am I? It doesn't feel like magic. And there wasn't any...well, you can't get back in the same way twice, we know that. And no time's gone by--not for us, I mean. And it would be me and Lucy. At least that's what he said. Besides, the station's all wrong, even for England.

And I don't think there are all that many train stations in Narnia.

Not unless even more time has passed... I don't suppose there could be other worlds.

But...I suppose anything's possible.

((There's a quick sound of him gathering his things and himself together, a footstep or two, and--))
((Click.))

[//voice post ends]

[ooc: Currently standing on the platform of one of the Subway Panic trains, now following the crowd up the stairs to the City proper. Action spam if you like, otherwise be prepared for some surprised fumbling when he discovers the Network device the City's given him.]