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quickfingers) wrote2017-10-21 05:38 pm
quickfingers) wrote2017-10-21 05:38 pm
MoM Exportation Will (Meme)
IN THE CASE OF SUDDEN EXPORTATION THE FOLLOWING WILL IS TO BE READ
Name: Peter Maximoff
Address: Nonah, Dad's place.
Are you Registered? [X]YES []NO
Do you own a home? []YES [X]NO
Upon Exportation, do you have a specified time frame you wish to wait before your will is executed? 2 weeks minimum.
Listed family/ next of kin: Father - Erik Lehnsherr, Sister - Wanda Maximoff.
Do you wish for any or all of your assets to be held for you should you potentially return? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, which assets: That really rad skateboard. Don't throw it away.
Do you wish for your remaining assets to be distributed? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, to whom:
Do you wish to leave any written farewells? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, attach each farewell below:
Name: Peter Maximoff
Address: Nonah, Dad's place.
Are you Registered? [X]YES []NO
Do you own a home? []YES [X]NO
Upon Exportation, do you have a specified time frame you wish to wait before your will is executed? 2 weeks minimum.
Listed family/ next of kin: Father - Erik Lehnsherr, Sister - Wanda Maximoff.
Do you wish for any or all of your assets to be held for you should you potentially return? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, which assets: That really rad skateboard. Don't throw it away.
Do you wish for your remaining assets to be distributed? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, to whom:
Jean Grey: All of my cassette tapes, vinyl and music of any format.
Do you wish to leave any written farewells? [X]YES []NO
If Yes, attach each farewell below:
TO: JEAN GREY
2 weeks post-export
It's weird to write this out because I wanted to write something so you and the others aren't left high and dry if I jet outta this joint unexpectedly but it's not something I really thought I'd do since it's mega depressing and I'm literally in my room as I write this. I can hear music coming from your room and it's nice knowing you're nearby. I know where you are if I need to find you. I'm sorry that if you're reading this, the same can't be said about me.
I don't really have a lot of stuff but you're entitled to what you want out of it, I guess. And if you wanna hold on to any of it in case my jet lagged ass comes back out of that porter some day. (With memories, of course. If I fucked up one promise by disappearing I gotta keep the second - that I won't be forgetting anything.) I thought you'd like more music for your collection and I really don't like the idea of losing the mixed tapes you gave me - don't let anyone misplace them ok? No taping over anything with Cyndi Lauper, neither.
I stash my cash under my mattress btw, it's yours if nobody else's gotten to it first. It's kinda weird that I don't own a lot of stuff that anyone might want, talk about clutter eh? Maybe I'll edit this letter later and make some attempt to make my trash hoard a little more appealing. Who the eff wouldn't love a stop sign, though? That's classic! Don't let anyone throw that out either. Or put it back where I stole it from, they've already replaced it. No need to let Charles be a good Samaritan ok?
Anyway, I know you probably don't feel great right now and I'm really sorry I'm the fucking cause. (Yeah, kinda egotistical to assume this but y'know me. I figure? If not: disregard this paragraph and move on to the next.) But I know you, Jean Grey, and you're strong. You'll get through this. I'm not worth grieving over, just have a hot pocket in my honor and wait for me to make my late but fashionable return. It happened once, it's gotta happen again.
See you soon, somewhere and somehow.
2 months post-export
If I learned anything from having a twin & younger sister back home it's that you gotta hide that shit? Or else they see it and the brilliant christmas joy is tarnished come christmas day by a lack of surprise. I don't know why I'm writing about Christmas. It's fucking October? I feel disgusted with myself, we ain't even seen Halloween yet. Ignore all this.
Again, one last thing: also in that vent? One more mixed tape for ya. So you can remember me by my impeccable taste and smudged handwriting.
TO: MAGNUS CHASE
no subject
IT SEEMS that I may have unfortunately taken an unplanned trip thru the porter and disappeared from this plane of existence and I wanted to extend my own condolences for you and yours. I know this is a TREMENDOUS TRAGEDY and that it shakes you to your core and it's ok to cry, Chase. Let it out. You have my permission?? Also please deliver a 2 hour eulogy and sing of my glory for all to hear. (Smells Like Teen Spirit or anything Nirvana would fit your visual theme but Carry On Wayward Son works too?)
But in all seriousness, man - sorry I ducked out and ugh this is so gross to write when I'm still here. Past tense bullshit makes everything so dramatic. I already told Jean to beat the shit out of me when I return if I don't remember everything, but you're allowed to join in on that. I'd be more upset to know I'll forget something than to disappear. You guys are worth remembering and it was really cool chilling with you. You're seriously my undead little bro now, whether you like it or not.
ENOUGH SERIOUS SHIT GROCE
ps: erect a huge monument for me and scatter candy corn across it every day as a show of your mourning and loss. :'-)
PEACE BRO XOXO
LUV PETER
TO: ERIK LEHNSHERR
TO: WANDA MAXIMOFF
TO: CHARLES XAVIER
TO: ALEX FIERRO
no subject
If you've already painted shit neon green tho? Props. Porter-dead Peter approves.
TO: LORNA DANE
TO: ARCHIE
no subject
YOU AND YOUR COOL PKMN WERE BADASS, TIL NEXT TIME BRO
- YOUR BRO PETER
TO: PETER MAXIMOFF
delivery upon re-arrival
How do I do this? You ask yourself, while reading this letter from yourself. Well, that's how I (yourself) help you out. This is getting really fucking confusing so I'm just going to keep going - these are the things you need to remember or at least pretend to. Think hard, make excuses, blame a foggy memory but it's kinda fucking important:
Erik Lehnsherr
He's here, or was here, I don't know if he still is by the time you might read this letter. He might be gone, he might be a different Erik, this shit is confusing. But if it's the same Erik, then he knows. He knew before you even got to tell him, all thanks to Billy who is apparently your nephew? I never met him but he was here before I was, just long enough to blow that secret out of the water and keep me from making a choice on when, where and if I'd tell dad he's my dad.
It's a weird relationship so far but you'll get used to it. He's nice, a little too nice but I think I'm biased - I never knew the real Erik, only the Magneto on TV. I don't know how well the two sides meet or balance but I've only seen the fatherly side. It's nice. Weird, but nice. I expect the other shoe to fall one day but I'm still holding out hope it won't.
Wanda Maximoff
Not your (or my,) Wanda but a different one. She's been through a lot and it's hard on her, so be mindful of that. She lost her twin; he died (he also was named Pietro but uh, that's the multiverse for ya,) and I'm sure you can imagine what kinda hell that must've felt like. I know I can. She's not the Wanda I grew up with but she is the same in a lot of ways and if you're not paying attention, it feels like home when she's nearby. Same energy, same look.
Don't really need to tell you to take care of her, clearly.
Magnus Chase
A good kid who is also an undead, demi-god, no scars, no acne, backne, warts or ingrown hair cobain twin bro. Eternally(?) 17 and living with his shape shifting genderfluid girlfriend, (research that and don't insert foot into mouth,) he worked at Dad's garage and you helped him fix a truck he stole and accidentally destroyed. And by help him fix I mean you guys made it waaay worse but that's how you bonded? Kinda?
He's friendly and too caring, it's fun to bully him (but be nice,) but it's also really nice to have him around. Kinda the friend I wish I had growing up and I'm sure you can relate. You can trust him and hopefully he'll trust you back. Don't fuck it up.
Jean Grey
If she's still here, you might remember her from home but you spent a lot of time with her here. The first time you guys really hung out you played Pac-Man in an arcade and scared her (all in good fun) into shutting everything down accidentally. It was brutally cool. You ate in a diner afterward and played footsie with her - reference that to make her roll her eyes at you.
You guys swam together at the community pool after hours, one of the most peaceful things you've done with another person. Another mutant. That was when it started, maybe. One of the most detailed things to remember from that night was the sky through the skylight, and floating there feeling happy.
There were nights you needed company or vice versa and you talked, late at night, listening to music together under shared covers. I know what it sounds like. Didn't at the time. That was more or less when it definitely started happening.
You had a party in October, 2k17. Friday the 13th - it was pretty fucking cool and cooler yet was that you and Jean totally won the costume competition. (Despite what anyone else says, THAT IS HOW YOU REMEMBER IT and they can fight you over the ~truth~ like they're really gonna fight Amnesia Peter. SMH.) Jean was a zombie bride to your groom and she was really beautiful despite the corpse makeup.
There were other days, other night and other hangouts but man... I don't know, I just want you to remember a few basic things. Or try to? Because I'm writing this while I'm still here and expecting to lose all my memories at random one day, in the worst case situation. So I need you, aka ME, to help remember because that happened before. I was here, I was gone and then I was back remembering none of it. I wish I had something like this to put the pieces back together.
And to remember people who were important to me. People I think (read: probably - GROSS this so weird to write out) developed feelings for and don't want to see them hurting. Even if it's just a little bit to lift her spirits, tell Jean you're trying to remember - okay? Cause I'm pretty fucking sure I like her in a way I haven't admitted yet and still don't know how to deal with.
Why's that? Oh, I don't know, because if you're reading this than clearly I disappeared and made everything 10x worse than it needed to be. It's better not to mention that kinda shit and get involved if tragic shit like this's gonna happen.
Do whatever you have to, other-me but I hope you can at least try to shoulder some of this shit again. These people care about you too, so don't let them down. You finally found a cool place in life to be yourself and be liked for it.