For whomever might be new, and even those of us who may not be, I'd like to pose something of an open ended question:

How much stock, if any, should one place in dreams?

[ Peter is looking... astoundingly more happy than usual, which is a feat unto itself. You could even say he's ~glowing~ (not in a radioactive kind of way), but that might be a stretch.

Overall acting way too excited for his own good, he's finding it almost difficult to talk, pressing his hand to his mouth for a moment. ... Or maybe that's just to unconsciously show off his wedding band. And then, finally: ]

Adam proposed. And you're all welcome to come to the wedding.


[ ooc; People close to Peter are more than welcome to not think this is all that weird 8D ]

[This is a somewhat high-quality video taken from Adam's iPhone. At first all that can be seen is a kitchen, modest in its appliances to say the least. For those of you who have ever visited the Fire Nation, you might recognize the setting as the kitchens in the Fire Palace. The camera pans left and Peter Petrelli comes into view,] Like this? [he asks someone off screen, a whirl of air spinning like a cyclone between his hands. Seemingly reassured, he moves forward to a bowl set on the counter, bringing his little hurricane to the mixture - and coating himself in flour.

Some faint laughter can be heard before the video cuts out-- ]

What would you do with forever?

Ah, not so fast. Interesting answers only.

[Adam is speaking directly into the camera, a blue backdrop behind him like you might find at a High School picture day. He's smiling, though he does look tired. From driving 12 hours straight maybe - just for example.]

Hello again, Drama Drama Duck, [he says pleasantly, crossing one leg over the other.]

As you may have noticed, I'm no longer in a coffin. Nor do I find myself in a cell. You heard that correctly: Adam Monroe is a free man. [He allows a pause for emphasis.]

A young man here on the Community suggested something I found rather interesting. For those of you who may have history classes, I believe I may be able to be of assistance. If you need a firsthand account of anything that's happened in the past 400 years, I'm your man.

Anyway, I've had an exhausting day, I'll get to you all tomorrow.

[Replies ICly the next morning.]

[Adam's face is illuminated only by the blue electronic glow of his cellphone, but he's frowning at it and turning it every which way.]

How in the blazes.... I've been down here for days, how does this still have battery life.

[Adam blinks a few times before righting the phone and realizing belatedly that it's recording him. His expression of dull confusion immediately turns to that of desperate. He speaks slowly and deliberately in case someone really can see this video,]

If anyone is seeing this, I'm trapped in a coffin. Buried alive! And it's as awful as it sounds.... A terrible villain has done this to me, and I fear for my death. I'm running out of air, you see.

I know what you're thinking: a man who was buried alive must truly deserve his fate. Well, children... I don't. It was a conspiracy against me. An evil plot to release an epidemic on this world.

Sound ridiculous? Perhaps, but it is also the truth, I swear to you. I was only trying to save the world. With me six feet under, it doubtlessly still needs saving.

[the feed cuts him off and he weeps delicately into his satin-lined casket.]