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The Gourmet Suite at the Arms Hotel, Monday Afternoon
Well, day three. This was the day that Jono dreaded the most, these weekends. After all, there was a portal in the park that he'd have to take his three (and various children that called him 'Uncle Jono,' which baffled him almost as much as being a father did in the first place) to, where they'd exchange their farewells and he'd see them off, some of them likely to never be seen again.

He'd seen off a few, that way. Bittersweet glances into futures that would never be. And sometimes, he'd known that they would never be his reality. Some, he'd wondered at, as if maybe they could be. A few others had broken his heart simply by existing.

He was still trying to puzzle out which of the above his three were this weekend, sitting on the sofa and mulling on just that.

[OOC: One last hurrah before we send 'em back! Open to anyone who has a reason to be in Hannibal's hotel room!]


2014-02-18 03:02 am (UTC) (Link)

Pluma was watching Jono very decidedly.

"You're very powerful," she said. It sounded like a compliment.


2014-02-18 03:24 am (UTC) (Link)

//I have my moments,// Jono replied, giving Warren and Rinoa's girl a curious look. //You are, as well.//

He could feel it practically radiating off of her. Along with all of the focus she put into holding her shape.

He could sympathize.


2014-02-18 03:41 am (UTC) (Link)

"I'm glad that I am," Pluma replied, sensibly. "Otherwise I'd still be a ball of feathers. It took years before I could form myself into a shape."

Thus explaining so much about her mental instability, really.

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2014-02-18 03:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal had been spending time with these potential children of his the best way he knew how - cooking. Well, it was that or his other hobby, and as they'd been staying on the island, that narrowed the choice a bit. Although apparently, they both knew about it, which...definitely gave him things to think about.

There was only so much cooking even this many people demanded, though, and eventually he ended up sitting in an armchair in the living room, Angela on the couch between him and Jono and Audric, to Hannibal's amusement, on his lap with his arms firmly around him.

"Anything with more grease than potato is not proper food," he insisted to Angela, and gave Jono a disapproving look. "And I'm certain it's not me who taught her a taste for that."


2014-02-18 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)

//I would say there's a fine art to sludgy pub food,// Jono replied, amused in spite of that disapproving look, //but it'd probably get me smacked.//

And yet. There was totally an art to sludgy pub food.

//Anyway, it all goes down easily enough with the right lager.//


2014-02-18 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)

"Of course," Hannibal answered wryly. "Drink enough, and you won't notice the taste. I would hardly consider that an endorsement."


2014-02-18 03:40 am (UTC) (Link)

"How much would you have to drink not to notice the taste?" Angela asked Hannibal gleefully.

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2014-02-18 03:51 am (UTC) (Link)

Kathe sat on the floor, leaning against one of Dad's legs, content just to be there.

She hummed a nonsensical song under her breath.


2014-02-18 01:26 pm (UTC) (Link)

//That's a lovely song,// Jono said, looking down at her and reaching to brush some of her hair from her eyes. //What's it about, Kitten?//


2014-02-18 04:16 am (UTC) (Link)

JJ was off in a corner. Not trying to be alone; he'd actually found a place to sit!

And to play. There was a disturbing lack of Guitar Hero in his parents' lives at the moment, so he'd snuck off and found one of his dad's guitars. It wasn't the strat, of course. There were RULES about the strat. (Mom had once joked that even in a fire, they still weren't allowed to touch the strat.)

The acoustic was still pretty sweet, though. For all that it was the wrong size for him. He picked out a few tunes, riffing off conversation in the room or Kathe's humming or just anything that came to him.


2014-02-18 04:20 am (UTC) (Link)

//That's nice,// Angela said, taking a break from teasing her parents to grin at him for a moment. //Dad taught you?//


2014-02-19 03:40 am (UTC) (Link)

//Thanks.// He smiled. It was still weird to have someone else with that signature in his head. That warm familiar rumble that said Da, but wasn't. Weird but nice.

//Yeah. Since I was old enough to sit still. You play?//


2014-02-19 04:35 am (UTC) (Link)

//A little.// Angela shrugged. //Dad showed me some, and Father showed me piano and harpsichord. They're okay, but I'd rather just listen. I like to build little robots instead.// She sent him a picture.

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2014-02-18 01:33 pm (UTC) (Link)

//All improvised,// Jono noted, looking pleased. //Not bad, mate. Not bad at all.//

Yeah, he definitely taught him this.


2014-02-19 03:43 am (UTC) (Link)

Getting compliments from his dad? Never got old.

//You're still better on an actual guitar,// he mentally mumbled as he blushed.

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