Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

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[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

Marshall cocked his head at the voice. "... Scully? Sorry, it's hard to tell, what with the pony-ness and all."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

The voice sounded familiar, but that was about all she had to go on. "Marshall?" Scully guessed, trotting over to peer at him. "You have wings? Do they work?" Ever the scientist.

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

Marshall nodded enthusiastically. "They do! Against, like, all laws of physics. I managed to get a few inches off the ground, anyway. Me and..." He glanced over at Topher. "... That guy. Whose name I am just now realising I don't actually know. I should ask him that. Anyway! He and I are going to go outside and practice, see if we can do some actual flying."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"I wonder if I can record that on my phone," Scully mused, looking slightly envious, and slightly worried. As interesting as it would be to have wings, somehow she didn't see this ending well. "I don't know that guy's name either." She paused. "But make him go first."

Yes, because that other guy was all about letting other people be experimental material. Hmmph.

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"Oh, totally," Marshall agreed. "He made me go first in here, so it's only fair."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"There you go." Scully would get up his very large nose if he didn't. "So what do you think? Did you get turned into anything else before this?"

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

Marshall nodded. "I was some guy with a magic ring for a weekend. He kept burning stuff."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

That one got an arched pony eyebrow. "Well, at least we're in good company this time. And you're not a pyromaniac. Although doors are going to continue to be annoying."

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

"I'm still not sure how I managed to get out of my room," Marshall admitted. "I mean, it took me way too long to get the knob turned, and I'm still not quite sure how I did it."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"I looped a sock around it and pulled with my teeth. And left a sandal holding it open." Far, far too annoying. "I may just jump out the window next time."

Well. If this pony thing extended to ten-foot leaps.

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

Marshall face-hooved. "I should have thought of that," he groused. "Although I'm not trying the window thing unless I get these wings figured out. It'd be a little hard from the fifth floor."