dollpocalypse: (bodyswap: flight)
Topher stomped out of the hotel angry, took about two seconds to process, and then came to a conclusion on the only way to fix his mood right now.

That was, naturally, to fly. And to fly to a particular destination, in fact, where he would be able to stop thinking about what a complete bitch Karla was and start thinking about things that were productive. So he shut his eyes, got himself a running start... and flew.

And... flying was about everything he'd expected of it. Freeing, and defocused enough to take his mind off of things, while also about as intensive as he needed in order to focus on something else. Not five minutes after flapping into the air, he realized that he could feel each individual feather, and manipulate them individually, just like fingers -- except that it was pretty rare that the wiggle of a finger could mean the difference between gently coasting at his cruising altitude and speeding up to perform a somersault in mid-air.

And it was fucking cool, was what it was -- cool enough that by the time he was done lapping the island, he wasn't furious with Karla anymore so much as flushed and only mildly irritated, and in need of something intelligent to do to distract himself. About five blocks away from the lab (he wouldn't want to be seen hovering overhead and draw attention to Tony's secret place, after all), he lowered himself back down to the ground, muttering things like "Hundred ten, hundred twenty kilometers an hour... dive could've been faster, have to check... light bones, maybe he's got some kind of X-ray machine in there..."

So then he proceeded into the lab. To run tests. And anyone who walked in might find him carefully measuring his new wingspan, or any number of completely innocuous things that Warren would totally be doing on a Saturday afternoon, oh yes.

[[nfb, but open if you know the place!]]
dollpocalypse: (neu: crumbling around me)
Topher did not wish to leave the lab. Really. He was perfectly content to stay there for a good long while. Maybe get a hamster or something. He and Warren could live there forever and grow beards and learn pizza delivery guys by name (if the world didn't end and wipe out pizza delivery guys forever) and he'd learn all about wings and bunnies and hamsters and probably sleep in Tony's suit or something.

However. Supposedly there were things around town that were trying to eat people. So Peter wanted him to move.

And plus, it was probably a good idea to get a change of underwear at some point. And pizza delivery guys didn't get that stuff for you. Not that he'd asked, or anything.

But... lab. Cozy. Comfy. Full of tech that could possibly save the world. And it smelled comforting, like engine grease and Tony. And Warren was here, and and and...

Okay. Yeah. Topher definitely wasn't leaving anytime soon. He was just going to take two steps outside in the direction of the dorms so he could tell Peter he'd tried, then probably hurry back into the lab. That was the best possible plan, right? Right.

[[For them whose services are getting have been requested, and then that girl who knows who she is.]]
dollpocalypse: (neg: might weep)
Topher flung the door open with more force than he'd ever realized he was capable of, his heart pounding. That was partially from having run all the way here while crying, though the helpless grief and rage battling inside him was also a close second. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before -- like he'd just lost something completely irreplacable and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fix it with science or programming or anything without at least a scan of Tony's brain and a wildly undeserved medical degree. It was just... just the worst thing ever.

He kicked the floor, and then, finding that unhelpful, threw the phone and that stupid orb he was still holding onto the ground and hurled a hard punch at the wall.

Fuck, that hurt.

But it did kill some of the helpless feeling, at least. Now there was just... grief.

With a choked sob, Topher collapsed down to the floor with his back to the wall, cradling his bleeding hand and just hating everything.

[[I'M SORRY. HE JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS. for two, and NFB.]]
dollpocalypse: (tech: thinking at computer)
After work, and the weirdness that had been his conversation with Ben, Topher was maybe a little eager to get to the lab to go build things. So he went in (knocking was for other people), and... there was a disassembled suit. Really disassembled, actually. Like, it took Topher a minute to even figure out that it was a suit.

What the hell?

"Dude, what happened?"

[[for him whose lab it is, yo, and NFB]]

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