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Date & Time: about 10/25 on
Location: VR room
Characters: Peter and whoever
Summary: Peter's made some of Hemlock Grove in the VR. he might show some people, but anyone can wander in.
Warnings: Peter has a dirty mouth?

It takes him the better part of two weeks, but after a lot of trial and error and database combing, he finally manages to get it right. Home. Well, home for the moment. The VR opens right into the middle of a winding, nearly-shoulderless Pennsylvania road, facing a rusty mailbox that reads Rumancek in peeling reflective letter stickers. There's a break in the metal shoulder-guard and a set of stairs leading down a rather steep hill to a flat area below, where an old blue trailer sits in a bit of clearing upon which the woods is definitely encroaching. It's nothing much to look at; whoever lives there obviously does not value any sort of lawn maintenance. The backyard has a hammock stretched between two trees and an ancient fridge that's entirely purposed for beer storage, judging by the bottles littered nearby. There's a creek nearby, and on the other side of it and up the hill a bit is a pond overlooked by a huge house. Mostly there's just a lot of trees, though, and the occasional low rumble of a train passing in the distance.

Sometimes it's summer, all verdant green and buzzing cicadas and humid heat that just barely avoids being oppressive. Other times it's autumn, and the trees are ablaze in red and orange and brown. Either way, there's almost always a breeze making the leaves whisper overhead and the screened back door of the trailer is always propped open.

Peter can often be found in the hammock, but sometimes there's no sign of any human presence in the VR at all. Sometimes, the only hint of another presence might be the brown blur of a wolf running near-silent through the trees.

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No idea. Only ever knew Nicolae. More upir out there than werewolves, maybe. But yeah, that's how I knew you were something.

The hell is an upir, anyway?

Kinda like a vampire, but not the sparkly or the Dracula kind. They can go out in the daytime, but I think bright light hurts their eyes. Crave blood, but eat regular food. Can do some creepy mind-roofie shit sometimes. They can be pretty cruel, some of them. Most of them.

Let me guess: they sparkle in sunlight?

Nope, not sparkly. Great bone structure, though. Cheekbones that could cut a man.

Still not surprised.

[He laughs.]

Any of them here?

Nope. Not that I've run into, anyway. Lot of supernatural variety here. Bunch of almost, but nothing familiar.

I know the feeling.

[He shrugs.]

I don't think we have vampires, actually.

Just werewolves? Huh. No fae or anything like that either? I mean, not a bad thing, just kinda weird.

Well- Kanimas too. I mean, one of them anyway.

[Isaac shrugs.]

Druids. Other stuff too, I think.

Kanima?

[the rest of it he just nods.]

Lots of different kinds of magic in the world, seems like.

You know, evil vengeance lizards, mind controlled, all that fun stuff.

[He shrugs.]

Seems like it.

Nope, can't say I do know. Never run into an evil vengeance mind-controlled lizards.

Don't think I'm sad about that though.

[he looks at isaac out of the corner of his eye.]

Guess that'd be a shock.

Yeah- not fun. Paralyzing claws and one of those... tails.

[Isaac makes a hook with his finger and sort of gestures with it.]

Like a scorpion? Shee-it. Definitely gonna pass on that.

Yeah. We took care of it, but damn.

[Isaac shakes his head.]

That was a big problem.

[peter shakes his head a little.]

Good at understatement, aren't you? That's pretty seriously fucked.

[That makes him laugh.]

Basically. But anyway- that's not really a problem here. Where does this path lead?

[Aaand that's how they spend the rest of the day- Isaac eager to explore the small section of woods, crunching leaves and twigs underfoot as the two of them traverse Peter's little section of land together.

All in all, not a bad way to spend the day.]