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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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

There was a really, really quick knock at Victor's doorframe. Olive had decided to swing back by his room on her way to her own after radio because she is everywhere this morning to see if anything was up with him, too. "Good mooooooooooooorning!"

[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."