Room 307, Monday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

Okay, first things first: after a ninety-minute shower this morning, Topher was very, very glad to be back in his normal, male body again, and had celebrated with a long day of uninterrupted gaming time. You know, as one did after recovering from trauma as extensive as that.

Now that that was taken care of, he was immersed in a project almost as important as all that meta for Skyrim: fiddling with the wiring on the TV in his room so it would quit emitting sparks all the time. Because that was getting old and also a bit dangerous, so, best to put a stop to that.

"Ow!"

It was... taking a bit of effort.

[[door and post open! and loud, probably.]]