Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

So for the second year in forever, Topher... was not making it to Comic-Con. Which was traumatizing. Seriously, what was the point of being from L.A. if he didn't get to do his annual four-day trek to San Diego with a tent for camping out for panels, a backpack of inappropriate starches, and absolutely zero qualms about annoying people in front of him to the point that they left the line? Really now.

However. Despite that devastating setback sure to have long-lasting emotional ramifications on his psyche and nerd cred, he was able to tough it out to some degree thanks to the joy of technology. Like his laptop, which was open in front of him with about a zillion tabs open to various panel live feeds. And of course there was Tumblr, which never failed to catch all the really good quotes. Usually in GIF form.

Tumblr was the best.

So. With a few pizzas left out on the table to fill in for his usual high-cal SDCC snacks (and seriously, what was with the pizza place and delivering way more than he ordered? Not that Topher was complaining or anything), Operation: Make Like It's Comic-Con was underway.

Well. Comic-Con probably didn't permit wolf puppies like the one Topher had with him. But this was really really close.

[[open! PLEASE entertain me, i beg you.]]