Warren Worthington III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fandomhighdorms2012-02-18 11:54 am
wwiii) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-02-18 11:54 am
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The Hallways, Saturday Morning
"Oh, god."
Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.
"Oh god oh god oh god."
Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.
And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.
On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.
"Karla!"
Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.
[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]
Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.
"Oh god oh god oh god."
Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.
And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.
On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.
"Karla!"
Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.
[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]
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Just think! This could be like a dress rehearsal for the real deal, Billy!
"I'm not Topher," Warren repeated, looking about as apologetic as his current face would allow. "I just kind of woke up like this, in his room and everything. I'm Warren."
A beat. Okay, he had to come up with something more helpful to say than that.
"For what it's worth, I think the two of you would make a cute couple?"
Warren was the most helpful ever.
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"I'll let you be the one to tell him, yourself," Warren promised. "It's really none of my business, you know? But you know how to talk to him. That's important in a relationship."
Oh, how easily Warren was temporarily sidetracked from the end of the world.
"I think Topher might actually be in my body. Which is at the hotel." A beat. "With Karla."
Another beat.
"Naked."
Yep. Sometimes, a Warren was a Warren no matter what universe he came from.
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Then he thought about Topher being naked with Karla, and his eyes went wide. "Oh god. She's going to kill him. You have to find him."
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"That's kind of what I'd been working on," Warren admitted, and then looked down the stairs with no small bit of chagrin. "But it's looking... a lot like I'm going to end up running all the way there."
And stopping. Frequently. Possibly to cry.
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Maybe he'd hit his head on the way there and just forget this conversation ever happened.
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"Right. I'll maybe call you and let you know what's going on, if I get the chance."
He was really, really hoping for something that wasn't a disaster. Oh yes.
"Hopefully nobody's been too traumatized just yet, and I won't be too late."
He was going to be so too late.