Room 307, Saturday Afternoon
Aug. 27th, 2011 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseTopher had a brand-new video game and absolutely no further patience for outdoor shenanigans, so as soon as he'd talked to the people who bore talking to (and Kenzi), he made his way to his room to set it up.
It was probably best not to ask where he'd gotten the giant screen or the makeshift console that didn't seem to have a brand name on it. The answer to that came from the enormous mountain of wires and various other pieces of orphaned tech equipment on the floor.
After hooking up two controllers and setting up a giant bowl of food that he'd unceremoniously stolen from the picnic, he flopped down on his bed and started booting up the game. This was way better than meeting newbies, he decided. Unless the newbies were zombies, but he doubted that.
[[Door is cracked, post is open, thread with Tony is chronologically last!]]
It was probably best not to ask where he'd gotten the giant screen or the makeshift console that didn't seem to have a brand name on it. The answer to that came from the enormous mountain of wires and various other pieces of orphaned tech equipment on the floor.
After hooking up two controllers and setting up a giant bowl of food that he'd unceremoniously stolen from the picnic, he flopped down on his bed and started booting up the game. This was way better than meeting newbies, he decided. Unless the newbies were zombies, but he doubted that.
[[Door is cracked, post is open, thread with Tony is chronologically last!]]
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Date: 2011-08-27 10:43 pm (UTC)He put the finishing touches on his character, then remembered another important thing he had in mind. "Are you really gonna fix up a minivan with whatshisname? Can I help?"
...Sorry, Tony and Ben. Really.
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Date: 2011-08-27 10:46 pm (UTC)It insulted his macho engineering sensibilities.
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Date: 2011-08-27 10:49 pm (UTC)And then with a pop, Topher lost his grip on both the juice box and the video game controller, not to mention his train of thought.
Because he was a lemur.
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Date: 2011-08-27 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 11:00 pm (UTC)He fumbled to get a grip on the controller again, but the lack of thumbs made that difficult. He looked up at Tony sadly for assistance.
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Date: 2011-08-27 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 11:05 pm (UTC)Then he sniffed the air, detected something, and darted under a giant pile of garbage to search for it.
Sorry, Tony.
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Date: 2011-08-27 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 11:35 pm (UTC)Topher turned, dragging a Twinkies package out of the garbage pile with his teeth, then attempted to open it. It... wasn't working out too well.