fandomtownies | The Beach, Thursday mid-afternoon

Peter was still out on a walk to try to deal with the fishy smell of his arm. It was seriously nasty at this point. So nasty that birds were starting to circle overhead when he reached the beach. A lot of birds. That were coming lower.

Peter's spider-sense started to go off and he ducked. "CRAP!" he yelled, taking cover under the fisharm. That's what the swooping birds wanted anyway, so it worked out.

After a flurry of beating wings and screeching and picking, the birds flew off. Peter lowered his fisharm and looked at the result of the carnage. "Huh," he said, when he realized that his real arm was now inside of a giant fish skeleton. He wiggled his fingers, then bent at the elbow. Everything seemed to be in order, even if he really needed to wash that arm. "That was creepy. You and me," Peter said to the skeleton, pulling it off his shoulder, "let's never speak of this again."

He carried the intact skeleton back to his dorm room. Maybe he could cover it in deflated beach balls.

[OOC: Open if anyone has questions for the boy with the skeleton.]