Room 307, Friday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.

His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.

And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.

Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.

[[Post is as open as open can be! Door is closed but unlocked.]]

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[lockestheway]

After Peter had managed to wake enough to do it, he snagged his phone again and texted Topher a simple, You're a dead man, Christopher. :)

Actually killing Topher, he'd decided, would take too much effort, and he had more important things to worry about.

Terrifying the shit out of him, on the other hand?

Well, that was just good fun.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn didn't recognize Topher's phone number, and she had no idea where he lived. She hit redial after she got his message anyhow, so somewhere in his room his phone was no doubt ringing.

[endsthegame]

Ender didn't exactly think of himself as a hangover helper for anybody, but he'd heard the radio just now, and he was headed out to feed Ben anyway - nevermind that he felt a little responsible for Topher just on the grounds that Peter seemed to have made him into a favorite target, and he knew what that felt like.

So the door might have opened a little bit, just for someone to produce some water and aspirin and set it down on the floor before it shut again.

Ender was going to consider it practice for dealing with his colonists later.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had woken up only mildly hungover. A little water, some pills, she was fine. She came from people who drank vodka for breakfast to keep warm.

Topher, on the other hands.... "OPEN UP! I AM HERE TO EASE YOUR PAIN!"

With something to make him feel better and pay him back for the vomiting. And a spray bottle.