Room 307, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

So apparently the squirrels really liked Topher or something. Two radio broadcasts in three days. Seriously, he pretty much wanted them dead or something at this point. They were horrible, horrible creatures.

But in happier news, he'd finally finished his Christmas present for Tony and he had Billy coming over in a little bit to play video games. Both of which were good things.

There was nothing weird about taking a few seconds to organize his room before Billy showed up, right? Like moving some of the garbage off the floor and all that and organizing the bags of chips and video game controllers all in one place opposite the TV? That was just manners or something.

[[Oooopen, expecting three, Peter thread is last.]]

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[lockestheway]

And there was Peter, knocking, and wondering vaguely why he was doing so at all, considering he´d already had his fill of spending time with Topher that morning.

Oh, right. Spybot upgrades.

"Topher?"

[dollpocalypse]

In the middle of shaking some crumbs off his blanket, Topher called, "Come in!"

Stupid crumbs.

[lockestheway]

"Are you eating and-or playing anything?" Peter called, just to be sure.

[dollpocalypse]

"Just plotting some squirrels' murder!" Topher called back helpfully.

Having things to eat and play set out, on the other hand...

[lockestheway]

"That shouldn't be so hard," Peter said, pushing the door open. "Just got to up the alcohol percentage on their rum. Even their livers can't withstand everything."

[dollpocalypse]

"Now I know for next time," Topher decided. "Not that there should be a next time. Because radio sucks. Why do you do it, anyway?"

[lockestheway]

Peter gave that one a shrug. "I'm providing a service to the community," he said, glancing towards Dave's bed. To chance sitting down on someone else's stuff or not...

[dollpocalypse]

DO IT. SIT ON IT, PETER. DO IT.

"You could sit there," Topher said helpfully. "I'm pretty sure his sheets got washed from the last time his girlfriend was there." Ew.

[lockestheway]

Peter looked up at him - though that didn't stop him from sitting down on Dave's bed. "Oh, nice," he said. "So at least I know I won't be sitting in any juices."

PETER.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Topher?" At least it wasn't a far walk from... across the hall to check if he was in.

[dollpocalypse]

It was the longest walk ever and Tony would just have to deal with it.

"Hey!" Topher abandoned his mission of scraping crushed Skittles off of a video game controller. "What's up? How was Rhodey's?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I actually didn't manage to get there," Tony said after a moment. "Time travel and orphans. It was... weird."

[dollpocalypse]

"...what."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Bruce and I ended up fighting a giant, robotic Charles Dickens." Sometimes his life was normal. Just sometimes.

[dollpocalypse]

"Um," Topher said, digesting that. "Why?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"He was using the despair of orphans to power his printing press." A beat. "And shot robotic fish at us."

He wasn't entirely sure it happened anymore.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher blinked at him.

"Uh," he said. "Okaaaaaay."

A beat.

"So I made you something!" Best to move on from the Dickens insanity.

[selfhelphero]

After a surprisingly easy first day of classes, Billy headed down to Topher's room for an afternoon of video game playing. It was totally a good way to start the semester, as far as he was concerned, and yes, he appreciated the organization when he knocked on the door and peered in. "Hey. Ready to show me your stuff?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Hey!" Topher said brightly. Then blinked. "Um." Look, 'stuff' could mean a lot of things, okay.

"Oh! Yeah. The, uh. Game! Yes! Totally." He tossed Billy a controller. "Want some chips or something?"

[selfhelphero]

"Sure, thanks," Billy said, catching the controller as he came in and looked around. "So, is this your TV?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Yep!" Topher confirmed. "I built it. Um, Dave sort of hates it? But the picture quality's really good, so it's good for games and stuff. Except for the --"

On cue, a couple sparks flew out of the wires.

"--sparks."

[selfhelphero]

Snickering probably wasn't the appropriate reaction, but Billy couldn't help it. "Maybe you should try to figure out what's causing that. Or keep a fire extinguisher handy."

[dollpocalypse]

"But it's kind of exciting!" Topher pointed out. "Plus it freaks out Dave's girlfriend." Which was always a win.

[selfhelphero]

"Do you not like her?" Billy asked, taking a seat in front of the TV, at what he figured was a safe-from-sparks distance. "I know she's a little...well, perky, but she seems nice."

[dollpocalypse]

"But she kisses him on his bed," Topher said, making a face. "Like, on it. Right above the strobe!"

Oh, the strobe. His one souvenir of that one epic night of drinking.