Room 307, Tuesday Afternoon
May. 7th, 2013 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseIn preparation for his portal tomorrow morning, Topher was cleaning his room -- no. Topher was organizing his room, and it was turning out to be a surprisingly horrifying process.
The thing was that he was, on the surface, a very neat person. His clean clothes were always foldedbecause that's how the dry-cleaners left them and there was rarely visible stuff on the floor of his side of the room besides wires. However, that was only because all of the stuff that was on the floor inevitably got shoved under his desk or bed or into his closet so he wouldn't have to see it all the time. Having a mess was fine, but having to look at it was quite another. No, thank you.
Unfortunately, packing for the summer meant that he finally did have to deal with this mess, which led to situations like, for instance, Topher crouching beside his bed, squinting at the mess underneath it, and asking aloud, "Is that a shirt or a possum?"
He wasn't a hundred percent sure, and it was a rather alarming concern to have, so to avoid having to go near the maybe-possum, Topher decided to abandon his half-packed bags for right now and perch himself on top of his desk with his laptop in his lap, where he began modifying Broca II's code so that he could go check it out. Robot dogs were useful that way.
[[open door, open post! probably his last on-island dorm post until fall.]]
The thing was that he was, on the surface, a very neat person. His clean clothes were always folded
Unfortunately, packing for the summer meant that he finally did have to deal with this mess, which led to situations like, for instance, Topher crouching beside his bed, squinting at the mess underneath it, and asking aloud, "Is that a shirt or a possum?"
He wasn't a hundred percent sure, and it was a rather alarming concern to have, so to avoid having to go near the maybe-possum, Topher decided to abandon his half-packed bags for right now and perch himself on top of his desk with his laptop in his lap, where he began modifying Broca II's code so that he could go check it out. Robot dogs were useful that way.
[[open door, open post! probably his last on-island dorm post until fall.]]
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Date: 2013-05-07 10:21 pm (UTC)In typical conceited fashion, Topher was actually planning to be phenomenally disappointed if he wound up having to fetch coffee even once. He was way too smart to be wasting his time on that, thank you.
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Date: 2013-05-07 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-07 10:50 pm (UTC)It was pretty distressing.
"What are you doing now, anyway? Probably... not working?"
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Date: 2013-05-07 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-05-08 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-08 03:21 am (UTC)