Room 324 [Friday Afternoon]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby's plan had been to, as usual on Friday afternoons, hop his scheduled portal back home and to his 'job', but apparently Portalocity had other plans. All the rep would tell him was that there was no record of any scheduled portal, and sorry, all openings for today were currently booked.

He sent off a quick call to Creed's office with a story about a family emergency, and then figured he might as well use the rest of his time productively. Which is why he was now in his room surrounded by a bunch of rabbit supplies picked up from the pet store.

"So, what d'you think, buddy?" he asked Thor the rabbit. "Meet with your approval?"

The door was open, albeit watched carefully in case any four-legged creatures made a break for it.

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[life_inshadow]

"How's project wee tiny manatee going?" Tara asked from the hall, on her way home from work. She hadn't been planning on bugging any of the drunk texters, but certain opportunities were just too hard to resist.

Even if she was on the verge of apologizing for bringing up something possibly embarrassing.

[longislandiceme]

....Well, only in the sense that Bobby might've sent off a series of texts to a certain furry blue geneticist in his acquaintance on the topic.

"Sadly, we're at a standstill on that front," Bobby replied, after taking a moment or two to sort through some (admittedly fuzzy) memories of last night to try and figure out what she was referring to. "But I did make a new friend!" he said, holding up the bunny that had been acquired at... some point.

[life_inshadow]

"Oh, so cuuuuute," Tara cooed, stepping into the room to get a better look. She was instantly distracted from Project Manatee. "I love bunnies. What's her name?"

[longislandiceme]

"Thor!" Bobby said proudly. Yes, as in the Norse god of thunder. And no, it wasn't actually Thor.

[life_inshadow]

"Because you got him on Thursday?" asked Tara, who really was that geeky.

[longislandiceme]

"...Huh?" said Bobby, who was sadly not geeky enough to get the reference although the player giggled like a dork. "I think it was 'cause Ben mentioned getting hit with hammers, when we all woke up this morning," he explained. Helpfully.

[life_inshadow]

"That makes sense too," Tara offered brightly. "It's just that um , Thursday means Thor's Day, and ... it's really dorky. But yeah, you guys sounded sort of ... really, really drunk. Are you okay now?"

[longislandiceme]

"I did not know that," Bobby said thoughtfully. "And yeah, I'm good. I think some of the other guys ended up with killer hangovers, though."

[life_inshadow]

Tara grimaced sympathetically. "Hope it was worth it," she said. "Where did you guys go, anyhow?"

She was assuming they hadn't been drunk-dialing from somebody's dorm room. That was just a tiny bit pathetic.

[longislandiceme]

"New York!" Bobby shared. "Tony's, I think. He and Warren bought a bar."

[life_inshadow]

"A real one?" Tara was impressed.

Well. She was until she thought about it.

"... why do they want a bar? We aren't even supposed to drink yet."

[longislandiceme]

"I think it had to do with the fact that we kept making ridiculous demands," Bobby explained. "It was just... easier." Such was the mindset of teenage billionaires.

[life_inshadow]

Tara had spent enough time around Kennedy that she didn't ask easier than what?. She didn't even boggle too much. rich people were just different.

"... oh," she said. "So ... I guess they'll hire somebody to run it. Like a secret club, except not."

[longislandiceme]

Or if Steve had his way, sadly, they'd probably unload it ASAP. "Which wouldn't be so bad," he mused. "We'd always have someplace to party, I guess."

[life_inshadow]

"Yeah, it can be, like, our place for class reunions," Tara said earnestly. I'm not a big party person, but it's good to have someplace where you feel comfortable, right?"

[longislandiceme]

"Someplace where you won't get laughed off the premises if you express a desire for pancakes at midnight!" Bobby added brightly.

[life_inshadow]

Tara laughed. "It is always a good time for pancakes. Especially at midnight."

And now she was hungry.

[wwiii]

"He's moving in, huh?" Yeah, Warren might have been smirking a little as he headed into the room after his classes. "It's been a while since I shared a room with something small and fluffy, you know. Do rabbits chase feathers?"

It was a stupid question, but it wasn't as though Warren hadn't been asking stupid questions all last night anyhow.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, I brought him all this way, I can't really abandon the poor guy now. Um. Assuming you don't mind gaining another roommate?" Especially after naming him. "I don't think so? Of course, I know, like... nothing about rabbit-care." He really should fix that.

[wwiii]

"That," Warren decided, "is what the internet is for. I mean, they like, what, carrots, right? That's easy enough."

No, you boys could not feed Thor nothing but carrots, Warren.

"I, for one, wouldn't mind adding Thor to our happy little crew. I'd say he was on better behavior than the rest of us were last night, at least."

[longislandiceme]

A nothing-but-carrots diet would probably not be a good idea, no.

"Which is pretty fitting, given his namesake and all," Bobby decided.

[wwiii]

"The Thor he was named after is a pretty mellow kind of god, huh?"

Warren was trying to picture this.

Warren's exposure to gods was... Herc.

Warren was having difficulty getting his head around that idea.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, I don't know if mellow is the right word, really," Bobby admitted. "But he's pretty likely to be the one getting people out of trouble than in it, so." He shrugged.

[wwiii]

"So Thor here is going to keep us from waking up in Madripoor in the future, is he? He did a pretty good job of that last night."

Or maybe that was just because they'd bought the entire bar and didn't have any reason to go anywhere else.

[longislandiceme]

"See!" Bobby said, giving Thor a pat on the head. "He's very good at his job."

[wwiii]

"He is," Warren agreed, laughing a little. "He's way better at it than that goose was, last time."

Stupid goose.

[longislandiceme]

"Which reminds me, do you remember what happened to the pigeon? I vaguely remember smuggling one in to the bar at some point."

[wwiii]

"Um..." Give Warren just a minute, Bobby. He could kind of remember there being something flapping around that wasn't him, and... "It's not still flying loose in the men's room, is it?"

[longislandiceme]

"...Crap," Bobby facepalmed. Or, well. Facebunnied.

[wwiii]

Which kind of made Warren's nose tickle, just watching.

"That's probably not hugely sanitary," Warren noted, thoughtfully. "Maybe I should try to get in touch with the... custodian or something, to try to let the poor guy out."

Maybe?

[longislandiceme]

"Might be the thing to do, as a responsible bar owner and all," Bobby nodded, lifting his head up from where it was buried in Thor-bunny's fur. "Or part owner or whatever."

[wwiii]

"Or whatever," Warren agreed, "I'm not sure how much money actually came from my pocket for that place, and how much Tony paid, and... technically, I don't even exist in that reality, unless I just bought shares in a trashed bar for some other Warren."

Try explaining that to another winged rich kid.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby snickered. "I'd kinda love to see the look on his face when he found out, if that's what happened."

[wwiii]

"Not to mention the fact that he's sharing it with Tony Stark," Warren agreed, grinning a bit. "I mean, hey, we throw great parties, we could probably just invite him along or something. But talk about random for the poor guy, huh?"

If you asked Warren, all the other Warrens out there needed a healthy dose of random now and again.

... Warren really had no idea, sometimes.

[dollpocalypse]

Hey, a text!

hey dude i think i might have your sneakers. do you know if yuors would be filled w jello?

[longislandiceme]

Bobby frowned thoughtfully before sending a text back.

might be? i remember sacrificing them to the jello gods.

[dollpocalypse]

well you can have them or im selling them to billy

He'd already checked repeatedly to verify that they weren't Tony's. So they were safe to give away.

[longislandiceme]

why would billy want my shoes? Bobby gave his phone a confused look, as if Topher could see that.

[dollpocalypse]

wish i knew, dude.