A Clearing in... the Savage Land? Thursday Morning, Fandom-Time

[longislandicedme]

True to Bobby's prediction, they had indeed not ended up back in Fandom after last night's escapades. Rather, there had been a safari adventure that had escalated rather quickly and... Bobby really only had the vaguest recollection of why he'd fallen asleep outside, clinging to his best friend.

... Well, okay, he knew the answer to the second part and that was that Warren's wings were all fluffy and kind of comfortable.

"Nrrrph." On some planet that may have been something resembling a 'good morning' greeting. Maybe.

[ooc: for the safari-goers!]

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[ultron_junior]

"Think you are," Victor said softly. "I don't want to turn my head enough to look."

His healing nanites seemed to have soaked up the alcohol and taken the rest of the day off, so Victor's brain basically felt about to explode. Hooray.

[wwiii]

See, Victor had a hangover as a perfectly valid excuse. Warren... mostly, Warren just had that it was morning and he hadn't had his coffee yet.

Healing factor.

"Fair enough," he mumbled, wrinkling his nose. "You gonna live, there?"

[ultron_junior]

While Victor's healing nanites were either busy undoing the damage to his liver, or had sponged up the drinks and were having their very own YAY DRUNKENNESS party in his skull.

They weren't helping, either way.

"I don't want to," he groaned, not really meaning it. "That means I will, right?"

[wwiii]

"That's generally how it works, I think," Warren agreed, giving one wing a stretch. And then the other wing. And then just kind of letting them flop back into the heap he'd been in a moment before. "One of those... laws of the universe or something."

Stupid universe.

[ultron_junior]

"I hate the universe," Victor decided. He cautiously glanced around, processed where they were, and considered asking about it but decided that was too much effort.

"Are our phones going to work?" he wondered. "We could call. For ... stuff."

Coffee, greasy food, a jet home...

[wwiii]

"No idea," Warren grumbled. "I've never made a phone call from Antarctica before."

... He was pretty sure. It was hard to keep track, sometimes.

"How did we even get here? We didn't, I don't know... steal a helicopter or something?"

[ultron_junior]

"I don't remember," Victor said thoughtfully. "There was something about ... I think I was asking someone to give a pilot hat to my goat. Was that a dream?"

[wwiii]

Warren considered this, and then looked up.

"Well, there's the goat." A beat. "I actually got you the goat. I am so sorry."

... Unless Victor really had wanted the goat.

[ultron_junior]

"I think I was kind of begging for it," Victor said, biting back a curse on his own stupidity. "And he is cute. Just ... not really a dorm pet, y'know?"

[wwiii]

"There might be room in the stables for a goat," Warren noted, though he looked maybe a little dubious. "With the horses?"

Because... seriously, who wanted a goat in their dorm room? Ew.

[ultron_junior]

Victor looked nauseated. "Like, where the horses poop? I'm not into that."

(City boy.)

[wwiii]

"Well, you don't have to spend the night with him," Warren pointed out. "And he's going to have to poop, too. I don't think it's that easy to paper train an animal that's kind of infamous for being stubborn."

[ultron_junior]

"Can we, like, return the goat?" Victor asked. "It's within 30 days. Plus they shouldn't sell animals to drunk teenagers, anyhow."

He watched the goat amble into a grove of palm trees. "... or we could let him live here."

[wwiii]

"... He does seem pretty happy here, doesn't he?"

Because setting domesticated animals free was totally the responsible thing to do. Sure.

Except for how it so, so wasn't.

"Maybe some of the locals need goats? I mean, the ones in the loincloths?"

Warren had seen photos of Ka-Zar. There was no denying the loincloths.

[ultron_junior]

It was at least as responsible as selling an animal to a drunk teenager in the middle of the night!

"Actually that's a good idea," Victor said, blinking himself up to a higher level of coherence. "I saw a whole special about it. Goats are awesome in terms of how much milk they give compared to how much they eat. We could at least ask if they want the little guy."

[wwiii]

There was a long silence there, coupled with a kind of sideways glance at Victor for that one.

"Milk?"

[ultron_junior]

"You know, goat's milk. People drink it, make it into cheese..."

He trailed off. "Except Cabron is a boy. So, uh, not much milk potential, there."

[wwiii]

"Bingo," Warren replied, smirking faintly. "Though, if they're interested, I suppose I could pay for more to be brought in. I think the biggest worry there would be whatever they'd do for the local ecosystem. It does seem pretty delicate."

You know. As delicate as any ecosystem that was overrun with dinosaurs could possibly be.

[ultron_junior]

And an ecosystem in which Victor's new pet was currently blissfully chomping down on some kind of bright-colored flowering vine.

"Or we bring him home," Victor suggested. "Give him to a petting zoo or animal rescue people or ... who takes miniature goats?"

[wwiii]

"... Miniature goat collectors?"

Warren's suggestions were perhaps suffering for want of coffee this morning. So sue him.

[ultron_junior]

"I don't suppose the Worthingtons have some kind of miniature goat ranch," Victor said hopefully. "...man, I'm hungry."

It probably was not reassuring that he glanced to the goat as he added this.

[wwiii]

"We could try shipping the goat to my father," Warren mused. "I'm sure he would be thrilled to have a goat running around the condo."

Warren was on the outs with his dad. Did it show?

"... I don't think we'd be able to get a meal out of him, anyway."

[ultron_junior]

"Bad idea," Victor agreed firmly. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation.

"I can take him back to the island," he finally said, resigned. "It was my stupid idea. He can live with the horses, like you said. He's even kind of cute."

[wwiii]

"He is," Warren agreed, eyeing the goat thoughtfully. "I mean... for a goat."

He watched the little creature thoughtfully for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Or I could take him. I mean, until I find someone who actually has any business keeping a pet goat. It isn't like I can't afford the upkeep on a tiny livestock animal. If it really comes down to it, I can get a herd, and send that to Haven for the refugees there."

This was possibly the most thoughtful thing Warren had said all day.

[ultron_junior]

"You don't have to," Victor's mouth said. His eyes said oh thank GOD I was terrified I'd be stuck with this. "But ... if there's space for him where you're going, and you don't actually mind, it would probably be a better idea than keeping him on the island."