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Room 307, Thursday Evening

Fact: Research sucked.

But here Topher was, doing it anyway. Because Peter had told him to, and that was enough, most of the time, to get him to do things. Sad but true.

And... maybe Topher was a little bit more inclined to do as Peter said this week in particular for another reason too. Which would be the need to appease him in light of the terrifying possibility that maybe, just maybe, Karla had blabbed the contents of their conversation the other day and now Peter wanted to kill him and get a new tech person and not be his friend anymore and and and --

Anyway.

Researching.

It was hard, with the siren call of ~~meta for~~ Skyrim beckoning to him, but Topher was managing.

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Topher gave her a withering look. "Tell me something I haven't been staring in the face for seven hours."

Kenzi folded her arms, making a face. "I don't know enough to know what I don't know, okay?" She frowned. "So does it help, that FutureTony told you all this? Does it tell you what to look for?"

Well...

"No," Topher admitted. "But it tells us for sure that whatever it is isn't the science from my world, 'cause it doesn't make sense with any physics or chemistry that I know. And I don't know how the rules are different in other people's dimensions, so I can't just sit down and figure out a whole new system, you know?"

"So it's... magic shit?" Kenzi grimaced. "So does that means someone's, you know. Doing this?"

Kenzi hadn't heard Principal Winchester's announcement. When she did, it would make more sense.

"Not magic," Topher corrected her, holding up his hands. "That's, like, for video games and books. This is just someone else's science."

That was almost poetic, Topher.

Most of the time, Kenzi did not feel dumb around Topher. "You just lost me. What's the diff?"

"I just don't like that word," Topher nitpicked. "Like, 'magic.' It doesn't even mean anything. If something works, it's science."

Epic eyeroll. "Okaaay, so, someone else's science, that you haven't run into before, maybe, is doing stuff to take out universes..." Gulp. Shiver. "So that's. Bad."

"See, at first I was like, 'maybe it's not anything that anything's doing,'" Topher mused, pulling up another scan that fluctuated even more wildly than the first one. "But it's too crazy to be something passive, you know? Like, no matter what your system of science is, I don't care, there's no way you get crazy squigglies like these unless you threw a wrench at something."

"Who would do that? Why?" Kenzi was waving her arms, popcorn spilling out of her bag. "Who throws wrenches? Without even sending a threatening ransom note first? C'mon!"

"Right!?" Ugh. People sucked. Or things sucked. Whatever this was, it sucked, and it had Topher throwing up his hands in frustration. "Like, dude, I can't figure out why someone would do that! Something! Whatever! That's, like, that's Peter's thing!"

Kenzi stuffed more popcorn in her mouth, frowning. Thinking thinking thinking. "Or they're crazy," she pointed out. "I mean, it's like..." she shivered. "Crap. Someone on a universe-killing-spree. A universal spree-killer." She stopped talking, contemplating that. "Dude."

"Dude," Topher echoed, looking from the screen to Kenzi with wide eyes. "Do you think that's a thing?"

"Like I would know?!" Kenzi choked on her popcorn, trying not to hyperventilate. "If this were a horror movie that's what it would be! People waiting, one by one, as their friends are taken out and found floating face down in the water and the ominous music plays and then you find out the killer is calling form inside the house--" she inhaled, her voice very strained and chipper. "But! We aren't in a horror movie! Are we?"

Topher's eyes went even wider, and he was obviously becoming increasingly freaked out. "I. Don't. Know."

Should he call Peter? He wanted to call Peter. Or someone who was weirdly calm in the face of a really messed-up situatio-- wait, no, just Peter.

Kenzi kind of wanted to scream. See! This was why she'd been avoiding finding stuff out! Not knowing was way better! Who said the truth will set you free? Nobody who'd been in jail, that's right!

"Mush!" Then she put down her food. "What can I do to help? Hunh? You need paper? Or some pens? I can get you those!"

Now Topher was side-eyeing her.

"I'll stick to the tech, thanks."

Because really now.

"Okay! I'm... gonna be checking in. To make sure you're okay. Making progress. Stuff. You need anything, you call, got it? Good."

"Oh, hey, I've got something," Topher decided, grabbing her shoulder before she could go. "If I email you a picture, can you blow it up really big for me?"

Hot Tony was pretty, and there was room above his bed, you see.

Kenzi blinked. "Sure? What, star map or something?"

"...no."

Topher nodded back at the computer screen. HOT TONY VIDEO, KENZI. FOCUS ON THE IMPORTANT STUFF HERE.

That actually calms some of Kenzi's panic. If Topher's priorities are this skewed, the End can't be all that Nigh.

"Seriously?!"

Topher didn't understand her confusion.

"...yes!"

"Will this actually help you concentrate?" Kenzi checked. Also considering making a copy and putting it somewhere with a motto on it.

OLDER TONY SAYS DON'T DRINK AND PARTICLE ACCELERATE. Or something.