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.]]

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[ultron_junior]

"I still love Legos," Victor said with a little grin. "... and comics. Drumming, I don't really know anything about."

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

"There's not a whole lot to it," Fawn said with a shrug, "unless you're really amazing like the guys my brother plays with. But we can call it even, since I don't know much about comics."

[ultron_junior]

"It's just math, right?" Victor asked rhetorically. "And I know ... way too much. I was almost as big a fanboy as Topher when I was younger."

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

Fawn sent a slow, skeptical look over at Topher, and his laptop and all the pizzas. And then she looked back at Victor.

"Good to see you got better."

Sorry, Topher.

[ultron_junior]

"There was a 12-step program."

Or a year spent not having much time to think about it, but to-may-to, to-mah-to.

"And, uh, thank you."

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

Fawn grinned a little, cocking her chin toward the screen that no doubt had Topher entranced. "So, how's the pain at having to miss this Comic-Con thing? Is it really such a big deal? It sounds like way too much if you ask me..."

Considering the mere thought of the crowds had given her a minor seizure...

[ultron_junior]

"Honestly?" Victor said. "I never got to go anyhow. My mom was the early curfew type. So, I don't know what I'm missing."

He snuck a wistful glance at the computer screen. "It does look kind of ... hectic, yeah."

He would totally go if he had the chance.

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

A wistful glance like that didn't go unnoticed, but it didn't go judged, either, since at least Victor wasn't acting like it was the most important thing in the world or anything.

"I think it would be cool to travel out there," she said with a little shrug. "Get, like, some people together and an old van or something and just cross the country. But once we got there, I'd probably wait at the doors, but everyone else could go in and enjoy it. And then someone poor guy who couldn't get tickets or something could have mine, and I wouldn't even make him sell me his kidney."

[ultron_junior]

"So you'd just hang out outside and watch people?" Victor asked skeptically. "I mean, it sounds awesome, but wouldn't you feel -- left out?"

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

And to this, Fawn vehemently shook her head without even a moment's pause. "No," she said, her eyes wide and hoping she didn't start slipping back into a panic attack like she had earlier. This was already pushing the limits of her social fortitude. "Not at all."