dollpocalypse | Room 307, Tuesday Morning

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Room 307, Tuesday Morning

Upon finally returning to his room after a five-day vacation, item one on Topher's agenda was to stand on the inside of the door and just have a moment of dorkish glee. He'd been on a whole other planet! And it was awesome! And he'd gotten bitten by a weird giant bug thing and seen mostly-naked girls and half-naked Ben and Ender and almost crashed Ben's speeder, but it was all on another planet so it was awesome!

Once that was taken care of, he composed himself (though he still looked a little overenthusiastic) and started unpacking. He set Kenzi's present on the dresser, tossed his clothes and the stupid, stupid poncho into their rightful places on the floor, and then shoved his luggage under his bed.

And then his room was neatly in order (you know, if you were Topher), which left him to flop down on his bed and grab his laptop.

Specifically, the spybots. They were Peter's, and Topher had let them go entirely too long without repairs. He pulled up the feed he'd set up for Peter to verify that everything was working fine. It seemed to be -- and oh, huh, the faucets were dispensing hot cocoa, who knew? -- but just to make sure, he scrolled through the archives of old footage from the past few weeks.

And saw... wait, wasn't that the day the world had come back? Topher knew Peter was attached to his desk most of the time, but that seemed a bit extreme, priority-wise. Topher thought back to what he'd done that night, remembered seeing people all around the island doing the same things -- then nodded. Yes. Definitely extreme. That was far beyond any normal committment to homework. He had to be something else.

Topher thought for just a second about zooming, seeing just what exactly Peter was even doing on there, but then put that thought out of his mind. That would just get him into trouble. In the meantime, well, the picture quality on one of the bots looked a little shaky, so he grabbed the remote to call it over to him so that he could work.

[[Door is cracked, post is open. Spybots and stuff under the cut NFB, and obviously done with the permission of the marvelous

lockestheway.]]

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Kenzi was still celebrating, in her own fashion, that there were No More Classes. This included popcorn and random visits to people.

She knocked on Topher's door and then walked in. "You're back! Have popcorn. Whatcha doing?"

"Oh, hey!" Topher was never going to pass up popcorn, holy crap. Setting the robot to the side, he grabbed a handful from the bag and leaned against his headboard. "Just tech stuff for Peter. Dude. I've had the awesomest week."

Kenzi flopped down and stuffed several kernels into her mouth. "Tell! And are you going home for Christmas?"

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p.' "Sticking around. I mean, look,the portals weren't bad to get to Ender's house, but I'm so not going back to LA if I don't have to."

Just in case.

"Oh! So I went to spaaaaace."

"No. Way." Kenzi stared in open envy. "And no fair! Where did you go?"

"Ender's house!" Eeee, he could finally dork out about this. Doing it to Peter when Val had just taken off just seemed cruel. "He and Ben have this place on Naboo, which is a planet, BTW--" yes, but that was a bit condescending, Topher, "--and I went there and stayed for like five days even though it was only two here, and Tony was there and we got space stuff and yes that's where the sunburn came from."

And the leather pants. Don't you judge.

Eyeroll at the planet, then, pointing at the poncho, "Is this a space fashion? And you were there five days? And space stuff? Oh hey, did you see aliens? Were there tentacles?"

SPACE. So, so jealous. But she would still judge that poncho.

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"Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes!" Topher flailed a little. Just a little. "Ben tried on a pink one but he didn't buy it even though it would've looked astral with his hair." Yes. Topher was copying Ben's space slang now. "And yup, five days! Tony was there for the last two or three. We went to a store and a weird bar full of creepy dancing alien girls and raced speeders and stuff and it was awesome!"

And yes. There had been tentacles.

"You lucky," Kenzi said, then started laughing. "Pink? Seriously? Okay, does this explain the leather pants, because I never thought you were a leather pants, advertise the goods kinda guy, Topher." She grinned, taking another bite of popcorn. "Speeders?"

Topher rolled his eyes. "The leather pants thing is a whole 'nother thing," he disclaimed. "But speeders are these awesome flying car type things! They mostly just hover a few feet over the ground. I raced--" Oh. Right. Tony's suit was a seeeecret. "Tony. Ben had two. And we raced! I lost. By a lot. But it was still really cool!"

"Floating cars! Finally!" Kenzi cheered, arms up in the air. "I've been waiting for someone to tell me those exist forever! Maaaan. So 'splain the pants. And the dancing girls." Heeeeee.

"The pants thing goes way back," he warned her. "Okay, remember Future Tony?"

Kenzi looked up at the poster above Topher's bed. "How could I forget?"

Topher glanced up and flushed. Okay, point. "Anyway. Karla told me he had a boyfriend. Who was, like, super badass or something."

Kenzi blinked, surprised. "Seriously? Wow. Wait, how does she know that?" Wait, wait, wait. Nooo. "...you bought leather pants to impress Future Tony?"

"He used to run some kind of fighting club or something," Topher said, shrugging. "Like in that movie. But no! No, not at all!"

He'd bought the leather pants to impress current Tony. God, Kenzi.

"Just, you know. People's tastes... are usually pretty consistent, right?"

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Kenzi's expressions were going at light speed. Try to clock them, Topher: disbelief, WTF, frustration, hilarity, wincing, hmmm!, consideration, tolerance, oy. "Maybe. I think he'd like to see them a lot more on Stephanie right now, though."

"Or blue alien girls," Topher lamented. "But! I will be patient!"

Suuuure.

Something else to be glad she put a horse's head into Karla's bed for. Giving Topher his stupid hope back. God.

"So he liked the blue alien dancing girls? Why were they creeeepy?"

"Well." Topher coughed. "They were, you know. Like. Wearing... almost nothing."

Which made them creepy in Topher's book and few others'.

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"I'm getting the 'possibly skeezy' label there, although hey, I try not to judge." Kenzi was grinning, nibbling more popcorn. "So did the others think they were creepy? Aside from Tony." Dancing girls. Could go one of two ways; chicks being exploited... or chicks distracting guys from lifting their wallets!

"Ben was entertained," Topher admitted. "Ender mostly just sat and drank his milk."

Because Ender was, like, seventy.

"He would," Kenzi said, shaking her head. "That guy needs to loosen up." Although she got why he didn't, most of the time. But that just meant he needed to even more! "Okay, so, dancing girls, speeders-- aliens. Aside from the blue dancing girls."

"There were aliens!" Topher confirmed. "Like, there was a guy working at a store who had these weird tentacle thingies, and this bug thing called a kreetle that bit my hand, and just lots of stuff. Oh! And there were these llama thingies in the water called pom-hoppers."

Really, he just liked the name.

"Swimming llamas?" Kenzi was gleeful. Who wouldn't be? "Pom-hopper! Can you ride those? Or are they too little? Dude, you think we could get some for the pond here?"

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