Well, he has class in the morning, and also an invite from Nanda Isidor to an event called "Moon Revelry" tonight in Ravenwood. Also his Social Bunny post got 53 likes.

He has been saying this in his head quite a lot recently, but:

wha

You know, on Social Bunny when you post things people can add reactions to them—

That's not what he was asking and you damn well know it.

The Moon Revelry is held from the evening to the early morning of the full moon near the Ancestor Face Cliff in Ravenwood's Whispering Glen to celebrate the refreshing of the lunar cycle. There is a bonfire, music, food, and people moonbathe in the nude and go swimming in the river to connect and realign their spiritual energies.

The intuitions he came pre-installed with are reacting to this like it's woo bullshit even though, like, spirits literally factually exist and so does magic and for all he knows this does in fact have material effects on people. Which, again, feels weird.

On the other hand it's an event in which everyone is encouraged to get naked in public so like, obviously he's clicking yes on the invite.

Okay, well, he went to bed reasonably early last night which means he has a bit still to get to his daily Have Knowledge Directly Downloaded Into His Brain time. Maybe he'll start writing his next blog post detailing his adventures in mortality and talking about how everyone else isn't a person. In a nicer way than that.

He definitely needs his laptop for that, though, so he goes grab it while trying to be as careful as he can to not wake Doyoon up.

Don't worry about it, Doyoon is a really heavy sleeper.

Cool awesome alright time to write. And maybe while writing he can try to work out how he feels about... the nature of his relationship with the people around him, and also the nature of consent.

Sex feels nice. And other Sims have taken steps to get it. They've taken steps to get it from him. And thinking about it soberly, he doesn't really think he has magic persuasion powers to convince people to act in ways contrary to their nature. For one, Doyoon did in fact come onto him first. For two, he didn't... really... do anything... particularly persuasive? This is just the dumb anxiety trying to find some way to make him feel bad because Doyoon insists he's straight. And he has consented very enthusiastically, every time. So, what exactly is Peter worried about, here?

Well, it's something like... whether other people have the ability to "meaningfully" consent. Like... okay, the problem is that his brain is sort of slotting other people in a similar macro category that includes, like, animals and stuff. Except that just makes him feel like a creep and an asshole besides. But like, that's kind of the thing, right, where they don't really "know what's happening" in some cosmically relevant sense and so they can't really agree to it happening. It'd be like... like if someone had propositioned to him while he was in timeskip mode and his timeskip self had accepted it and then when he was back he was like, wait, I didn't actually want this to have happened. Does he feel like his timeskip self has the ability and permission to consent on his behalf?

...okay, unfortunately he is a slut, so, like, it'll take some mental gymnastics to concoct a situation in which he wouldn't be thrilled to be having some surprise sex. Maybe he can put it as, ending up having sex rather than doing something else he should be doing, like... homework? Or something?

But, wait, isn't that a fully general argument against ever doing anything with anyone else? If we're positing that the timeskip versions of people can be made to make decisions their non-timeskip selves wouldn't agree with, sex isn't the only thing that could be an issue, here.

Hm.

Another perspective on this is that it's kind of... infantilizing... to remove people's agency in what happens to them. Except, how much agency do they have in the first place? Except, that's the whole problem, isn't it, is that he doesn't really understand what's happening, or how people work, or the concept of "agency" when everyone else seems like they don't actually have any.

And of course, from the outside, this looks a hell of a lot like he is in fact trying to make decisions for other people regardless of what they say they want. Which isn't—okay, it is in fact less bad to do that to decide to refuse sex because he thinks other people "don't really mean it" than to do that to have sex that he thinks people might in fact not mean, but—it's still condescending as heck and, and forget thinking about the timeskip thing, actually. Imagine that the vague memories he has of his life prior to this week were somewhat less vague and when he woke up on Sunday he had in fact had the whole life he felt like he'd had, including the sex he wasn't there for. Would he have been feeling like he didn't meaningfully consent? Maybe, but only in this same abstract sense he's treating the whole thing right now; he wouldn't be feeling bad. The choices he didn't make still feel like they were his.

Plus, the way his timeskip self acts isn't not consistent with what a summarised version of what he'd be doing were he awake would be. His timeskip self isn't himself, but it's still playing The Peter Tarleton Aesthetic.

Ethics is complicated. Why can't he just suck hot boys off and be done with it?

"Morning."

Well, maybe he can.

"Good morning, Doyoon. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. ...did you change your hair?"

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm joking. We were asleep. Of course you didn't change your hair."

"You know, I think plausibly half of the feeling of surreality of my life lately has to do with the fact that I have you as my roommate."

"But you like me."

"Unfortunately, I do."

"I think you're very fortunate to have met me, actually."

"Honestly, me too. However much of a troll you are, I do appreciate how chill you've been about everything around me. It helps ground me."

"...awww." Okay he's kind of feeling like kissing Peter now, so he'll do that.