Warren Worthington III

Another day had come and gone, bringing its own special brand of nightmares right along with it. Somewhere during the day, Warren's healing factor had started to completely stop caring about the grey patches of skin that were creeping over Warren's body. His bruised knuckles had healed, and he'd spent the next few hours eating what was left of the soup that Sookie had brought over (it had been news to him that anyone had been over, after his few moments of clarity during Raven's attempted healing), and trying not to pay too much attention to the creeping rash and the dull ache in his bones.

Being a weird color didn't seem so bad, after the night he'd had.

Except...

"No. No, no, no, no, no."

Blotchy grey rashes and feathered wings didn't seem to mix so well, and now Warren was staring in horror at a scattering of feathers that had been piling up around him on his bed over the past hour.

"No."

He was kind of wishing that he was still delirious right now.

[Open, with a warning for SP while I do battle with tricksy compositing homework! Hiii, special hell!]

While everybody else was waking up as all and sundry, spread across the far reaches of the multiverse, in Room 222 there was no activity at all, a stark contrast to the events of the night before.

Maybe on Monday, Warren would be bothered by this turn of events. Maybe he would simply dismiss it as the whims of Fandom. And it couldn't possibly be as bad as being turned into a budgie, right?

But for now, all that the four-pack of Worthington's Creamflow Bitter really cared about was the fact that it was warm. And nobody liked warm beer, even if it did have an aroma of malt, licorice and caramel, with apple and banana notes.


[Warren is beer this weekend! The post is mostly just establishy, since there isn't much interacting to be done with a pack of beer. Unless somebody wants to wander in and drink a can. Beer drank! A Worthington's 3-Pack is way more fitting, after all.]

Prom was tonight. And that was a big deal! It really was! Only, somewhere over the course of the day, after a lot of showering and a bit of flopping about on his bed trying futilely to sleep, Warren had managed to reason to himself that he was going to have another prom before his own graduation. And he felt like hell and kind of looked like it, too. And he'd be twitchy as all heck if he actually went to another formal dance within the span of twenty-four hours.

And so, instead of going to Prom, Warren was face-down on his bed, limbs splayed out in every direction, vowing that, even if he didn't manage to get any sleep, at least he was going to close his eyes and not move for a bit.

There was no better way to spend an evening after the sort of madness he'd witnessed that morning, really.

[Closed door, open post!]

Well, it was back to school, and back to the swing of things on Fandom Island all over again. Warren was smiling a little as he picked through some papers, through post-secondary applications that he didn't exactly expect replies to. Granted, it was a bit early for these things, especially since he didn't have to really worry about where to go after graduation until next year, but... if nothing else, this kept him busy, let him put a focus on something.

Empire State University? He frowned at that one. His name would probably give him an upper-hand to some degree, but he was fairly certain that they had a closed-doors policy towards mutants. Well... He'd try, at least. It wasn't as though he hadn't been hiding his wings for a decade already, right?

It was unfortunate that his pen went and rolled off his desk like that, really.

It was far more unfortunate that he nearly stepped on a gremlin when he got up to retrieve it.

What was more unfortunate still? The girlish titter of glee that he loosed as he made a reach for his pillow. This was, like, going to be the best night evar!

[Establishy, too!]

Things were finally starting to settle down a bit. Sure, everything was maybe still a little raw for the people that he was close to, but at least Warren had managed to find himself something to occupy himself with after a visit to The Boards yesterday had gone better than he'd expected.

It was too cold out for flying, and Warren was quite happy to take it easy today, which apparently involved scribbling out things that he'd have to take into consideration while working out a reasonable budget for DOGS, this season. And then after that, he could look into what it would take to rent out the Zoo on the mainland, so that he could finally get back to Wesley about that.

There were way, way worse ways to spend a Sunday.

[Open! Warning for triggery topics in the thread with Bobby.]

Warren was actually doing something that looked, at a glance, somewhat like drinking tea and studying, today. He'd had a good holiday, both in Bon Temps and then in London in the days afterwards, and now he was quite content to sit back with a good book (okay, fine, it was an economics textbook) and...

Zone out, really. His focus today was just a bit lacking, especially when there were so many other things for him to think about.

Had he really been here for nearly a year? And only now was it even occurring to him that he'd managed to grow a backbone somewhere along the way, even if it only managed to show itself on special occasions. There would be new students showing up this weekend, and he had almost made up his mind that he didn't want to hide what he was, even if the bracelet that Karla had given to him would have made it easy, no straps and harnesses involved.

He flipped the page and smiled a little. No, it hadn't been a bad vacation at all. And, for the most part, the rest of the year had been pretty good, too.

[Open door, open post!]

If what had gone on last week wasn't enough to tire Warren out, the fact that his girlfriend was some kind of big white kitten and his roommate was some kind of little white butterfly definitely seemed to be doing the trick.

Especially since Hinata's kitten, Yei, really seemed to like little things that fluttered, and Karla seemed to like... well, everything.

And, moreover, because Warren was kind of like a big, natural cat toy.

On the plus side, having wings meant that he was a very handy distraction from Hinata.

Not that Warren was being too sympathetic. After all, she'd let Yei chew on him while he'd been a parakeet. This was sort of like one of those 'turnabout is fair play' situations, really.

[Closed door, open post if you don't mind a spot of SP, as bedtime looooms.]

Trauma left, right, and center was really no excuse for Warren to let his studies slide, no. And, sure, the two classes that he had on being a successful villain weren't exactly going to get him into a rewarding (and legal) career in the future, but there were the correspondence courses that he was taking as well. And when you were a week behind in classes like Economics and Accounting, there was no end to the homework catching up that was to be done.

And that was why he was sprawled out on his bed surrounded by a small mountain of notes and textbooks, and thinking that he'd do just about anything to get out of having to finish this homework.

Of course, the island was going to take him up on that. Where would the fun be in letting Warren lament in peace?

Warren really should be looking on the bright side, anyhow. It isn't as though budgies need to do Accounting homework.

[Generally establishy, but people who know who they are can totally stumble over the bluebird of unhappiness.]

While Warren's day typically started with a grunt and a stretch and overall reluctance to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed, today seemed to have a few extra rituals tacked on, for good measure.

The first was to sit bolt-upright, twist around, and make a grab at his alarm clock. Shit, he was late for his shift at The Paper Lantern.

The second was to sort of freeze, narrowing his eyes at the clock as he realized that this one wasn't his. This was followed by a moment to actually gather his wits, look around the room, and realize that it wasn't the only thing that wasn't his, actually.

And, upon finally making his way out of bed, opening to the door, and peering at the number on it, he found himself mildly confused but mostly unsurprised that the dorm number he'd wound up in was a floor and some doors down from the room he used to call his. At least 222 was easy to remember.

"Fandom," he grunted, shaking his head and making his way back into the room, careful to not let the little white kitten at his feet slip out into the hallway. "Go figure."

[Open for roomies or visitors of all shapes and sizes! Mmmm, AU. I missed Warren 1.0, and so, lo, here he is for the weekend.]

Cold. Cold. Still cold. Freezing.

Warren was doing his best to keep a sour look off of his face as he huddled down a little deeper into the blankets that had appeared just in time for this blizzard, trying not to look out the window at the falling snow. Even his wings were shaking. Which made for interesting times with a playful kitten making her way up onto the bed.

"Do you suppose if I ordered out for a pizza or something, it would still be hot by the time it got here?"

The things that you pondered when you've been freezing for nearly two days, yes.

[Door closed, post open for anybody seeking out the members of Team Frozen.]