[Random RP Post - Billy Kaplan]

[selfhelp]

This post is intended for mini-PSLs, random threads, or fic prompts for Billy / Wiccan with no required association with Luceti-canon. Invite or request-only, atm, as Luceti keeps me busy, but I'm open to ideas.

...I'll put more here if I think of anything, never done this before, oops

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[mph]

[ There is an endless amount of energy in Tommy to burn, even after the rave. He bounces back quickly because he can, because he chooses to, but once the music's gone and his friends have all gone home to bed, there is nothing else to think about but the events of the last...day? month? couple of months?

The last thing he remembers is Patriot, and the terrible sensation of being unable to move, of being terrified.

It had been Wanda's prerogative to get to know him, not the other way around. In that time that Billy spent moping, staring out the window and ignoring the super world around him, Wanda had come to Tommy, told him that if he needed anything, he could come to her. They had lunch sometimes, but then he was gone. He wonders if Wanda noticed, given that whole Mother thing Billy filled him in on. He hopes but doesn't expect, because he knows better than to expect parents to be reliable.

What he didn't expect was what he got when he zoomed over to see if she wanted his company at three in the morning.

An instant later he phases himself through Billy's door, not bothering to knock because it doesn't matter. Not now. Not with this. ]

Billywakeupyouneedtowakeupthisisimportant

...that is an amazing username

[selfhelp]

[Between the final fight with Mother, the whole... Demiurge thing (that he is trying really hard not to think too much about), the party, and then breakfast with the team, Billy had been exhausted when they finally returned to New York. He'd barely had the energy to get his pajamas on before collapsing beneath the covers. And he's still certain that the punch was spiked, feeling a pleasantly unfamiliar tingling of the senses. He'd all but passed out with the hope that he wouldn't experience his first hangover right after finally working things out with his parents.

Speaking of parents, he really needed to call Wanda in the morning. ...Afternoon. There was no change he was going to wake up before noon.

Except that- noise, ugh-

It doesn't take much of Tommy's voice to stir him, even though he'd just barely gotten to sleep. He mumbles a resistant response and burrows a little, seeking out another body on the mattress beside him, and... oh. Right. Home. His eyes flicker open, blearily seeking the source of the noise, and he's surprised enough to find Tommy that it wakes him up the rest of the way.]

...Tommy? What are you... what time is it?

I'm still so surprised it wasn't taken.

[mph]

She's dead, Wanda's dead.

[ He could take his time with it, he could say instead that it's 3:10 exactly and that he's here to give him a very important message, but he can't help but cut to the chase. He can feel it burning in his eyes and he's been telling himself not to fucking cry since he heard the news a minute ago. ]

They killed her.

same, wow

[selfhelp]

[Those words are enough to snap the remaining sleep right out of Billy. He sits upright abruptly, eyes widening in the dark, and instinctively reaches out to grasp Tommy's shoulder, like he can't believe he's real. If it was a dream - a nightmare - it would be fine, whatever, he could just roll over and-

-But no. He's solid, real, tense beneath Billy's fingers. And the words resonate through Billy's head, bringing back a hundred old fears that had haunted him since the day Cassie and Jonas died.]

Wh... dead? She can't... no way... Wanda?

[Mom?]

Tell me you're joking, Tommy...

[mph]

Does it look like I'm fucking joking??

[ He's not sure if he's speaking slowly enough to be understood, and he doesn't care. Not right now, when he's still reeling. He groans and presses his palms into his eyes. He sways and sits down on Billy's bed; this isn't any sort of time to be asking for permission. ]

I just went over there, and they tried to sit me down and tell me, like I couldn't tell the second they looked at me that something was up.