Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

It was very strange for Peter to be walking in to his childhood home again. He avoided it whenever possible, despite it being where his sister lived. He was not fond of the place. He'd found his mother hanging dead there, and then years later, he'd hung himself as well. Though that had been less lasting... Svetlana had taken the house over back when she was mad. For Peter, the place held a lot of ghosts. But he knew that Fiona and Hope were battling ghosts of their own at the moment. And while he'd never faced something quite like what Hope had faced, despite being forced to choose whether Svetlana took Caleb or his little girls away with her once...he had faced what Fiona had. Several times.

( The Light )

The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.

Peter's experience with the drugs that Katherine had given him had put him off wanting to be adventurous again any time in the near future. To be truthful, it had sort of put him off Katherine. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd left his guesthouse after he'd vomited for the third time. Apparently she didn't find vomit half as pretty when it was all over her. Picky.

( Reconciliation )

Peter was not used to parents. Well, he was used to Liz fussing, but actual parents that flittered around and fussed over your weight and whether or not you had colour in your cheeks and if you were feeling well...that wasn't something he'd dealt with since he was 11 years old. After his sister's death, his mother had cared about little else besides waiting for poor dead Margaret to return to them, and his father had survived in a drunken stupor for the next 3 years. So when Aly's parents came over with the kids in tow and immediately started fussing about how ill he looked, despite that fact that he thought he looked fine...much better in fact, he finally excused himself and slunk in to the library downstairs. It had been his father's office, but it was bigger than Deirdre's library and the books inside hadn't been touched in years. Of course...it was gloomier than Deirdre's library too, and he sneezed immediately upon entering.

( The Journal )

Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

( Getting Ready )

Fearless wasn't a word that people generally used to describe Peter Kemp. Brave, yes. Fearless? Certainly not. Truth be told, Peter was afraid of a lot of things. He was scared of spiders, he had a fear of heights and he wasn't entirely fond of the dark. Not that he was vocal about that last one. And Peter Kemp was terrified of motorcycles. So when he had one delivered on Monday afternoon, Liz was so entirely confused, that she accused Peter of being a body snatcher.

"I am not a body snatcher, Liz! It's me!" Peter said, removing his new black helmet that he'd been trying on and he grinned.

"So you...Peter Kemp bought a motorcycle?"

"Uh huh! Look how shiny!" He said happily.

( Not a Podperson )