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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!]

never_dull

2014-02-16 05:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Enjoy that expression, Angela. It went from "uncomprehending" to "Not Amused", scrutinized everybody in view of the phone for hints of a joke, then settled on "pained and slightly panicked".

"This is one of the island's things, isn't it?"

clonewelldone

2014-02-16 05:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh, the progression on her father's face there had been priceless. Angela was going to behave herself, though, and save the bouncing and laughing and clapping her hands for after the phone call.

Jono behind her, meanwhile, was nodding his head emphatically.

"So I've been told," she shared. "Dad didn't recognize me, either."

And, really, there were parts of him that had surprised her, so it was fair enough that neither of them did.

"Are you far from here? Can you come visit? You'd take one look at his kitchen and--" She turned the phone toward the kitchen for a moment, and then back to her face again, and just gave him a 'see what I have to deal with, here?' look.

never_dull

2014-02-16 05:59 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Dad?" There; that was definitely an uncomprehending deer-in-the-headlights look, which faded into something like horror after the view of the kitchen.

"I can be there in half an hour. Call the Arms Hotel and tell them to book the gourmet suite."

clonewelldone

2014-02-16 06:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Oh, good. I was hoping you would say that," Angela replied, relieved. "There isn't even furniture here. People are sitting on the floor."

In fact, Angela was fairly certain that Dad had been sleeping on that floor. And the affronted look on his face when she glanced back at him said about as much, too.

never_dull

2014-02-16 06:28 pm (UTC) (Link)

Whoever this girl was, Hannibal could definitely see his influence in her, as bizarre as that was. Still, at least it meant she was responsible. He sighed. "The suite will fit six; if there are more than that, book the adjacent one as well. Tell Nikolai it's for me; he probably has my card on file."

He was moving as he talked, getting together some things he knew the suite wouldn't have and taking mental inventory of what else he'd need. He stopped to give the tablet his full attention. "And tell...your dad..." that was definitely strange, and they'd have to talk about it, "that he has had one month to move his furniture already, and if he doesn't do it soon, I shall conspire with Dracula to move it for him."

clonewelldone

2014-02-16 06:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

"A month? Dad!"

//It's been a busy month!//

"Mmmhm." Angela looked back at the phone. "I think he's gotten the message. I'll see how many people are interested in a real meal, and then I'll book the rooms. See you soon?"

never_dull

2014-02-16 06:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

"As soon as I can." Hannibal was dying to hear the explanation for this one. "Thank you..." he sighed. "What is your name?"

clonewelldone

2014-02-16 07:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Angela. Angela Simone Lecter."

Because in the grand scheme of things, it was a far less cruel name than 'Starsmore.' Or, at least, that's what Jonothon had told her when she asked once why she only had one father's name.

"I'll see you soon, then. And you're welcome."

For the trauma? He was completely welcome for that.

never_dull

2014-02-16 07:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

For his mother, presumably. Not a bad name; he wondered where the Angela came from.

Because focusing on the little things was the only way he was going to get through this.

He nodded and hung up, then went back to packing.