Connor Safehouse, Virginia

[apocalypsesoon]

Ooooookay. John was staying away from any calls from work today, not after what he'd just told a telemarketer.

This better be a Fandom thing.

He sat on the couch as the work laptop rendered, surfing for things on Amazon with the good laptop and checking his instant messenger to see if anyone else was on to ask about this.

[honestly open!

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[apocalypsesoon]

Oh, thank God. It wasn't work. He'd have to do enough explaining, tactfully, what he meant.

"Yo! This had better be who I think it is else bluntness may occur."

It should be a Tori, according to John's phone.

[apocalypsesoon]

"I wouldn't say spouting. More like informing people about things they need to know. Like certain blonde alumni who may be the sanest person I've talked to today. Add that's saying a lot, because people are idiots. Not you."