Room 307, Thursday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Topher had just discovered something surprising. Apparently, there was a school trip in a few days.

He'd been kind of planning on hacking into the database of eligible students for a science fair in Baltimore whose competition was next week, but now he had to choose between science and travel. That was ordinarily an easy decision. Science won out.

'Science' was pretty much the direction he was unequivocally leaning now, in fact, but then he actually started working on that hacking project and was surprised at how difficult it was. "Science fair in Baltimore has more security than the space army," he muttered to himself, annoyedly typing away. If this took more than another half hour, he might just sign up for the trip already and save his ego this unnecessary trauma.

[[open door and post!]]

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[ultron_junior]

"Weird compliment, but I'll take it," Victor decided. "Though to be fair, I didn't think of trying water on the gel either. So."

[dollpocalypse]

Oh. Well. That was a good point. "Well, it's more his job than it is yours," Topher decided. "You couldn't do it without getting wet, and he's... a computer. So."

[ultron_junior]

Victor blinked briefly at Topher. "And I'm only half a computer," he said. "And I look a lot worse with wet hair."

[dollpocalypse]

"Exactly. His appearance would be untarnished."

Victor was half a computer with much better hygeine. It was a whole thing.

"The way I picture Jarvis if he had a body, he'd probably be fine with the wet hair thing," Topher mused. "I'm picturing kind of an old British dude who wears a suit and stands by a lot of doors."

A... butler...?

[ultron_junior]

"Like Ratman's butler?" Victor mused. "I could kind of see it. Like a Michael Caine type."

{OOC: Night!]

[dollpocalypse]

"Definitely," Topher nodded. "Possibly with a cane. Or -- ooh. A monacle."

[[night!]]