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The Apartment Above the Groovy Tunes, Saturday Morning
All said, Jono had slept in far worse places than the floor. He'd pulled out enough blankets to make the whole experience not terrible after Rinoa and Squall's arrival last night, and Joni had only trampled him a few times. Which, really, wasn't all that different from what she'd be up to if he'd actually slept on his... bed.

His mattress on the floor. At least with Squall here, he had someone he could shake down to help him move his furniture from the Boards. He'd been putting it off a while, now, mostly because it involved actually going back to the Boards a few more times, but with company staying until they could find a place of their own, he really couldn't put that off much longer.

He'd appreciate that he actually had furniture to haul over soon enough. In the meantime, he was giving his kitchen a despairing look. He'd managed to stock the bare minimum before his company had arrived, which mostly involved milk, bread, cereal, and disposable dishes. He'd let Squall and Rinoa figure out proper groceries between them.

[OOC: Open for them what are staying in the apartment, and any kids that might have a reason to be here, too!]

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 07:19 pm (UTC) (Link)

Angela eyed the door curiously; there definitely seemed to be something going on here. Still, it wasn't like she could fail to recognise that mind.

She reached out politely in a telepathic "knock" and waited.

furnaceface

2014-02-15 07:30 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono didn't often get telepathic knocks that way, no. Maybe from Karla, or Emma, but that particular knock felt like neither. It was familiar in a way he couldn't put a finger on, though, so, a little warily, he made his way down the stairs, tugging his turtleneck into place as he went.

//... Coming?//

He'd be down in just a moment, Angela.

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 07:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

The voice was...mostly what she was expecting, but there was something a bit odd about it, so Angela bit back the teasing she'd been on the verge of and let her guard up just a touch more. Just because you knew someone in one world, it didn't mean they wouldn't kill you in another.

She'd heard the teachers' stories, okay?

furnaceface

2014-02-15 07:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

The door opened and Jono glanced out warily at...

No, he really had no idea who she was, but she was just as jarringly familiar to look at as she had been in his head, which had him hesitate before actually speaking again.

//Er... hello?//

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 07:52 pm (UTC) (Link)

Angela, for her part, blinked back, equally startled. "You're still on fire!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, god, that was rude. Sorry. You just...well. You're younger than I expected."

furnaceface

2014-02-15 07:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

//And older than I'd care to be,// Jonothon countered, looking a little taken aback. //Er, apologies, I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage, miss...?//

Miss Surprised Telepath Girl Who Apparently Knew Him?

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Oh, dear, this is going to be awkward, isn't it?" She grinned hopefully and stuck out her hand. "Angela. Angela Simone Lecter. Um. Hi, Dad; surprise?"

furnaceface

2014-02-15 08:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Surprised,// Jono replied, in a sort of 'mission accomplished, good job,' tone as he reached out to awkwardly shake her hand in turn. //Dad?//

Oh. There had been a dance yesterday, hadn't there?

//... Lecter?//

He'd be with you in a moment, Angela. He was just stuck on little things like, 'What?' and 'HOW?'

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 08:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Pardon Angela, Jono. She was snickering just a little at the look on your face. "Sorry." She even was, a little. "I seem to be from a different universe, I'm guessing. I'm not sure what's going on, but I felt your mind and came this way. Thought maybe you could help."

furnaceface

2014-02-15 08:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

If not for the fact that this was a sort of annual bit of mindfuckery, Jono probably would have had to go and take a seat or something. As it stood, mostly he was just pinching the bridge of his nose while his brain ticked away at that.

//I can certainly try, though if this is anything like other things the island has pulled over the years, the best thing for it is to wait it out. Let me guess- You came through a portal, right? Into the park?//

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 08:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

"That's right. You do know what it was, then?" She eyed his scrunched-up face a little worriedly. "Do you have a headache?"

furnaceface

2014-02-15 08:28 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Mostly just wondering how many more children I'll end up with this weekend,// Jono admitted, projecting a sigh. //I strongly doubt you'll be the only one. It happens sometimes, after school dances, though usually it's prom...//

Right. He sounded insane. Good, then.

//You have been told about Fandom Island's tendency to mess around with its citizens, I assume?//

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 08:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Oh, yes!" She shook her head. "I should've realised that's where I was, but I never heard about it sucking people up before." She laughed. "Mostly I remember you and father worrying if Fandom or Jean Grey was more dangerous for me to go to."

furnaceface

2014-02-15 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Jean...?// Going to Jean would be difficult, as she was currently dead and all.

Jono was at least a few weeks away from that e-mail from Logan, yes.

//And your father - other father - is Hannibal? Really?// He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't going to ask... //How did that happen?//

clonewelldone

2014-02-15 09:07 pm (UTC) (Link)

Angela raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, you see, sometimes when two men love each other very much," she started in a 'humoring him' tone, "they get really close together. And they touch each other. And then," she paused for dramatic effect, put on her dreamiest look, and definitely didn't look at Jono for fear of losing it, "one of them turns on the cloning machine!"

She owed it to him for chickening out and making Father give her The Talk.

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