Room 307, Saturday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Topher woke up to find his roommate missing and to find himself the proud owner of a killer headache that he suspected had something to do with the coconut-bra antics that had transpired last night. Well, great. He dug one of his laptops out from where he had been storing it under his pillow (shut up) and pulled up some Minecraft.

That would take care of the headache, yes.

The fact that he looked different today? Totally lost on him.

[[door and post are open]]

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[lockestheway]

Of course Peter had a good idea of how it should be set-up. He was Peter Wiggin, thank you very much, and while the IF might not have thought he was special enough to go to Battle School, he was still cleverer than just about anyone.

... Peter's fragile ego was firmly at the wheel here, folks.

"Sure, that might work for a couple of years," Peter said, "But one expose - or one good hacker - and you're dealing with a PR nightmare."

[dollpocalypse]

"Given," Topher said with the wrong icon, "that anyone believed it."

That was important.