It was the silence that woke Jonothon up. Not that the house was any more quiet than it usually was, really. This was Fandom. There was always some sort of noise, even if it was something as subtle as the flapping of flamingos stretching their wings on the lawn.
Which, really, they probably had to do something about eventually.
But it was the other sort of silence, the one that Jono had grown all too used to over the past several years. The sort that he'd hoped he wouldn't have to listen to again. It was exactly the sort of silence that made him want to scream to fill it.
Instead, he sat shock-upright with a gasp, eyes wide, hands clutching at his chest. No. No no no no no no.
[OOC: For that other guy who came into the Matrix with him! I figure I can just use this journal to set up posts, and then swap to the one with the icons for great threading justice otherwise? WE'LL SEE HOW THIS WORKS.]
- The House That Is Totally Hannibal's And Not At All Jono's Honest, the Matrix, Wednesday Morning