( This very much speaks to Peter, who has recently begun his journey finally (willingly) dipping into learning about the supernatural, and who has steadily begun distrusting the Pthumerians in deeper ways. A base of research kept away from Never Mind? Hell yeah.

(He finds himself hesitating a beat or two to answer, though. He's seen this man before, over time. Only ever through the network, but that always felt like close enough. And something about him now seems.... more. It's hard to look at his eyes. Something inside of Peter widens its own.) )

Hi, Mr. Sims— I'm Peter. I've seen you around before, but I don't think I ever introduced myself.

( He's visibly nervous (and never really looks all that great himself, team I Desperately Need Some Sleep, assemble) but offers a little smile. It looks slightly nauseated, but that's just Peter. )

It's a really good idea. A place like that. I've been hoping to learn more, too— about the... paranormal. Not just what goes on in this place, but.... everywhere. Like in people's homeworlds, since a lot of that shit seems to follow us here, too.

( There is an uncomfortable, sudden awareness that he might constitute as one of those upsetting things that others have had a run-in with, in this city. )

Is that what it's going to be called? The Archive?