Room 307, Tuesday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

So for Topher, today had been noteworthy due to a variety of circumstances, the most obvious of which being:

1.) His best friend was apparently a world-famous political blogger who'd saved a whole bunch of kids' lives
2.) Said best friend had just been forced to go into hiding to avoid being killed by a Belgian psychopath
3.) Topher's room was still full of paint fumes, and
4.) It was his sixteenth birthday.

As a result of all of that, plus the portal-lag that came from the round-trip excursion to Peter's universe, Topher was just a little bit exhausted by the time he got back to his room in the evening. Too exhausted, in fact, to indulge in his usual birthday tradition of a cupcake and a couple rounds of laser tag at the nearest arena. So instead, by the time he got to his room, he flopped down on his bed to try to repress concerns about Peter by playing Tetris on his phone.

At least he was kicking ass at it, so, you know, there was that.

[[open! billy | dave | kenzi | ben ]]

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[selfhelphero]

One of the nice things that went with being a good student who rarely got into trouble was that when Billy wanted to know someone's birthday, the people in the office were usually willing to give it to him. Topher's birthday was one of the ones he'd made sure to find out, so when the evening rolled around, he made his way down to Topher's room with a small box, and knocked on the door.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

After his evening coffee run, Dave returned to the room. With coffee. Of course.

"Welcome back, Topher," he said. "What're you playing? Stargate Defender?"

That wasn't on phones, Dave.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had no idea it was his birthday. And she had other things to talk about. But she had brought Mountain Dew and a bottle of booze.

"So... that happened."

[momslilassassin]

Ben poked his head into the room. "Hey," he said. "Peter's not a fox still, right?"