wwiii | Room 324, Tuesday Afternoon

Okay. Things. There were things happening, and Warren needed to... to do something about them. Frat had been skipped last week because of the holiday, and this week, after losing his entire world, he just hadn't had it in him to coordinate anything resembling fun and games. He'd meant to go to the library to help research over the weekend, and that hadn't happened, and he couldn't really remember the last time he'd eaten, though he was vaguely aware of stumbling off to raid common room fridges at least a couple of times in there.

It was stupid. He hadn't so much as thought about going home in the past two years, and now that it was gone...

He needed to be doing things, but he had no idea where to start. So he just kind of cuddled Thor and stared at the ceiling.

When had moping in his room alone with a bunny become the status quo, anyhow?

[Open post, closed door, IDEK. Someone smack him or something.]

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From:

dollpocalypse

And lo, a knock on the door!

From someone who didn't quite respect the courtesy of waiting once he'd knocked, because now he was coming inside anyway. Say hi to Topher, Warren!

"Hi."

Topher was boooooored, you see.

From:

glacial_queen

Karla hadn't intended to leave Warren alone with Thor. But after a day spent smashing things in 'Dite's store (and then cleaning up after everyone because she'd be damned if she left Raven to deal with broken glass shards today) and saying goodbye to friends, she'd gone back to her room and spent a few hours making herself cry while looking through photo albums. And had eventually cried herself to sleep without meaning to.

She'd been so heartsore and exhausted, she'd slept clean through until the afternoon. And as much fun as more of the same would have been, Karla dragged herself out of bed and up a flight of stairs. She needed to eat and shower and get dressed and check for any...changes...on the board--but she needed cuddles first.

From:

life_inshadow

Tara wouldn't smack anyone, but she hadn't been doing so great either. Her world still seemed to be fine, which was giving her .... some weird kind of survivor guilt. And she'd been looking through her spellbooks for so long that her eyes were about to bust into flames.

She needed to talk to somebody, and she had a feeling from the latest notes on the board that Warren might be in an even worse situation.

Tentatively, she tapped on Warren's door. "It's Tara," she called through it. "I can come back if this is a stupid time. Or if you aren't there, but if you aren't there you ... just won't answer. Right?"

From:

olympian-herc.livejournal.com

And lo, did Warren's phone ring.

Elsewhere on the island, there was a former demigod who had just woken up with a bit of a hangover. And was calling his friend.

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