Room 504, Friday Afternoon

[godofxbox]

Alex had a project. And, for once, it did not involve his Xbox. Or anything sharp, unless you counted an X-acto knife. Sure, he could kill someone with it, but he wasn't planning to, so he totally didn't count it. He'd looked up the information he needed yesterday at handwavey shut up work, then done some shopping, and today, as soon as he got out of Cyclops--he meant Mr. Summers--class, he cleared all the crap off his desk so he could get to work.

Okay, he moved it all onto his bed, and probably when he wanted to sleep he'd move it to the floor of his closet, but whatever, his desk was now a clear workspace for his grand project...which was carefully and meticulously transforming two meta forMy Little Ponies into one of Loki's kids. It was too soon for it now, but he wanted to have it ready to deploy when the moment was right.

And until that moment came, he could always just punch Loki more.

Despite the fact that it seriously compromised his privacy and expectation of secrecy, the door was open to let the glue and paint fumes dissipate.

((Open door, open post!))

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley returned from his library shift, noted the... somewhat-rearranged mess and the pony, and blinked.

"Er."

Clearly Alex had some interesting hobbies he hadn't been aware of.

[[I'm gonna be a bit SP-y for the next hour, but afterwards I should be around!]]

[godofxbox]

"Oh, hey, Wesley," Alex said without looking up from removing the legs from one of the toy ponies. Sorry, toy pony. Sacrifices must be made in the war between teenaged gods.

Then he looked up, squinting thoughtfully, and asked, "Do you know who Loki's roommate is? Do you think they're bribable?" Then he shook his head and said, "Never mind, if they are he's probably already done it."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"He mentioned a Dorothy," Wesley offered bemusedly. "Are you... what exactly are you doing?"

That poor, poor toy pony.

[godofxbox]

"Oh," Alex said, looking at the contents of his desk and realizing what this probably looked like to a random bystander. He turned his laptop so Wesley could see and explained, "There's a tutorial." There's not really a tutorial, dammit.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"And this is for Loki," Wesley confirmed, just to be clear. "Ah... is that the best idea?"

It was not the best idea.

[godofxbox]

It was totally the best idea, excuse you.

"Well, it never hurts to plan ahead," Alex said, like it was the most reasonable and obvious thing in the world.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Instead of punching him again."

He just wanted to be sure!

[godofxbox]

"No, I'm still gonna do that," Alex told him.

What? He deserved it!

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"He, ah." Wesley cleared his throat. "Seemed a bit miffed."

And he was Loki, Alex.

[godofxbox]

And Alex was Phobos. Your point?

"He got Asgard destroyed," Alex said as he carefully cut another leg off the poor, poor toy pony. "And my dad killed. I'd like to kill him, but I'd probably get expelled and my dad says there aren't any more schools that would take me." Although he'd added he would otherwise be very approving of this plan of action.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

...well, Alex had him there. Darn teacup gods.

"Ah." That made it a bit difficult to fault him, yeah. "You might -- tell your father he's here?" Wesley tried. "Or, ah. Talk to a faculty member?"