bananas are hardly that slippery, but watch your step anyway

[theoldgirl]

It's a beautiful, cold March day in New York, and street cleaners are upon us!

[Anyone receiving Cecil's broadcast on their phone or other device will be quite convinced of its veracity, thanks to his Radio Voice now being a rift power. Listeners can either call in at the broadcast post to discuss current events / ask for survival tips / tell their loved ones good bye, or use this post to act out their totally irrational justified panic.

But, here are the good news! (Real good news, not life-is-pointless-but-at-least-ice-cream-exists good news.) Since Cecil will make another broadcast the next day saying that nothing unusual actually happened, your characters won't actually remember this crisis as a crisis, so you can backtag to your heart's content without it affecting later events. Go somewhat literally nuts! And really make the TARDIS feel like a moron for letting Cecil do this.]

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[fucking_ebay]

Peter has encountered enough real big bads (...okay, one, but still) not to get his panties in a bunch over an oversize human. Still, the guy backing off does help him to calm down a hair.

"It's the other side of the park," he replies, looking sick. He could teleport there...except he totally can't teleport there. He's never made a big jump like that, and he's never gone even ten feet without ending up somewhere he didn't mean to go. There's the matter of people seeing him do it, too, though right now he'd teleport in front of the agents of ROMAC itself to get away from the impending carnage.