Room 401, Saturday Morning

[ultron_junior]

It wasn't like Victor spent a lot of time zapping stuff. Electromagnetic bursts of lightning were not exactly something you needed to get through your average day of classwork and video games.

But when he woke up feeling vaguely, indefinably off, it didn't take him long to work out that that was what was missing. His other abilities still seemed intact, and a systems check showed he hadn't come down with a virus or anything (ha, robot humor). But when he reached out with that power, nothing at all happened. It was as if he'd never had it to begin with.

Disconsolate, he laid back down on the bed, barely noticing he'd plowed through a whole box of Pop-Tarts while he tried to figure this out. In fact, he was still a little hungry: Maybe he'd go into town for some waffles and see if those helped.

[OOC: And I am done with the open, establishy posts. Victor got the Rory Gilmore appetite. Weekend SP in effect.]

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher didn't want to knock. Knocking was for people who weren't badasses who could fly.

Instead, he hovered in mid-air and experimented with lightly kicking the top of the doorframe. It probably sounded the same as a knock, but it was the principle of the thing.

"Hey, Viiiictor."

[ultron_junior]

"Hi," Victor said, not taking his eyes off the food porn webpage he'd been reading. "Do you want waffles? Because I really want-- que madre, you can float."

[dollpocalypse]

"I can and I do," Topher said cheerfully. "Waffles are awesome, and I am currently badass." Gloating was called-for in this instance. Don't you judge him for gloating. "Did you get any new power today?"

[ultron_junior]

Victor snorted. "Worked the other way on me. I can't zap stuff. You guys are the lucky show-offs this weekend."

So, yes -- if it were him, he'd be gloating too.

[dollpocalypse]

"Wrong," Topher said, lowering until he was only a few inches above the ground and then dropping from mid-air to stand like a normal person. "It's a switching thing, apparently. Lose something, get something. Unless the island just crapped out on you in particular."

[ultron_junior]

"Dude, if I got anything it's like ... translating Estonian or something you'd never use," Victor returned. "My day has been completely normal so far."

As he said that, he groped into his nighttable drawer. He could swear there were some M&Ms in there last time he looked.

"Can you fly, or just float?"

[dollpocalypse]

Huh. He hadn't thought about that. "Depends," Topher said thoughtfully. "What's the difference?"

Sigh, science knowledge. HE MISSED YOU SO.

[ultron_junior]

"Flying is what Tony does in the suit," Victor said helpfully. "Floating is just kind of ... hovering, and you can't move very fast. Still cool, though."

He tilted his head at Topher, forgetting the siren call of the M&Ms for the moment. "You shouldn't have had to ask me that."

[dollpocalypse]

"I know," Topher sighed. "Apparently, my superpower is being a genius, so now that I have this floating/possibly flying thing..."

SIGH.

[ultron_junior]

"Ohhhhhh," Victor said sympathetically. "Um, there's ... nothing wrong with being average?"

Not that he'd want to try it.

[dollpocalypse]

"There's totally something wrong with it," Topher sighed. "But this is probably just an island weekend thing, so... hopefully we don't get some kind of radioactive rock crisis or something before everyone's back to normal."

[ultron_junior]

"If we did, somebody would fill in for you as science genius and you could fly supplies to safety," Victor suggested. "... wait, does this mean somebody else can zap things all of a sudden? 'Cause that could be sort of dangerous."

He was so concerned by the possibility he didn't even eat the M&Ms he'd finally located.

[dollpocalypse]

"...Maybe." Topher hadn't even considered that the powers were being distributed to other people. More that they were just coming out of nowhere. Which, had his science knowledge been intact, he would've immediately dismissed as ridiculous. "Ugh, and someone's going around with my brain? But that's my brain!"

[ultron_junior]

"Your intelligence, not your brain," Victor pointed out. "It's not like they'd be you. Exactly."

[dollpocalypse]

"The difference would be pretty negligible, let's be real," Topher pointed out. "I'm mostly how smart I am." So self-aware, Topher. "But at least if someone randomly lightnings the whole school, they should be pretty easy to find?"

[ultron_junior]

Victor blinked, because for Topher that actually was pretty good self-awareness.

He had the grace not to argue.

"True," he agreed. "It's not a subtle thing. And -- I mean, you could fuck somebody up by shocking them? But my blasts aren't strong enough to kill anybody by accident. Or at least, I never have."

These were the silver linings you found when your main offensive power was gone.

[dollpocalypse]

"So there you go," Topher said brightly. "No one's dying from surprise Victor-ness. Probably. Unless they do it right to someone's face or something."

The face probably wasn't the most sensitive target, Topher, no. But good try.