One of those days
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Jono's Office, Saturday
Ah, Parents' Weekend. Jono probably should have left a note on his office door with directions to the Groovy Tunes today, since he did have a bloody business to run, but when he showed up for work that morning there were some little blue men with a few complaints to lodge about one of his employees... harassing them with a rose? Jono had taken those complaints more or less in stride and had left the shop again on a note that was something along the lines of, 'there are worse problems to have than somebody trying to give you flowers.'

They hadn't been pleased, but honestly, they hadn't been invited anyway.

So, now he was sitting in his office with his face wrapped, feeling itchy and confined and generally annoyed, but he was here to put on a pleasant face (ha) for any visiting parents or... whatever.

Let's be real. Around here, the emphasis was almost usually on 'whatever.'

[OOC: Open!]


2016-10-01 01:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal had his own office, but he wasn't actually teaching at the school this term, so it wasn't as though he had to be there to meet anyone.

He smiled at Jono from the doorway. "I thought you might enjoy a bit of moral support. Or at least somebody to grumble to."


2016-10-01 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Your timing is excellent,// Jono muttered, nodding over at Hannibal. //I've been here long enough today already to have grumbling elevated to a bloody art form.//

Really, he'd had that down within twenty minutes of getting there. He wrinkled his nose and tugged at the edges of his wrappings.

//Hate these weekends.//


2016-10-01 07:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal came over and rubbed Jono's shoulder. "You can come home tonight and unwrap, and we can sit in the sauna. You can even get cat hair all over you if you like."

Which was to say, they'd let Joni and Beethoven in.

"I've got a recipe for sole piccata with grapes and capers. It's not quite fish and chips, but it is fried fish with fruit."


2016-10-01 07:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

//That... that sounds lovely, actually,// Jono admitted, his grumpiness waning somewhat at the idea of a relaxing evening in. //Something to look forward to after a day of... this.//

He leaned toward Hannibal's hand, shaking his head a bit.

//Half tempted to see what would happen if I lose the wrappings, but none of the students have really done anything to deserve the fallout of that. It'll be interesting enough just trying to talk to parents of the normals as it is.//


2016-10-01 08:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal looked a little amused at that. "Do you have any normal students this term?"


2016-10-01 08:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

//... Comparatively, you mean?// Jono gave his shoulders a shrug. //Hell if I know, honestly. Maria? Ringo, possibly. And I don't know enough about Shiemi one way or another to presume, though she didn't seem too put off by my flames, either.//

Really, Fandom took all types.


2016-10-01 10:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I haven't met Shiemi yet," Hannibal said. "She's your TA, isn't she?"


2016-10-01 10:46 pm (UTC) (Link)

//She is,// Jono agreed, giving a little nod of his head. //I want to say that I asked her to be my TA in order to get her to come out of her shell a little bit, as she does seem to be terribly... well... shy isn't quite the word, but she second-guesses herself a great deal. But by that point I hadn't quite realized just how much she second-guesses herself.//

He kind of worried about her. Honestly, if anybody showed up for her, he'd be keeping an eagle eye on them to see if anybody needed a swift kick to the spleen.


2016-10-02 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)

"Does she need a supportive environment, or does it run deeper than that, do you think?" Hannibal asked.

He could do a lot with a spleen.


2016-10-02 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)

//Not completely certain,// Jono replied, his words coming out like a sigh. //She does seem to be very concerned about repercussions for her actions, even if I take pains to show that I'm not upset when I point out something she could have done differently. That has to come from somewhere.//


2016-10-02 02:40 am (UTC) (Link)

"Mm." Hannibal pursed his lips in thought. "Although without knowing more, it's difficult to tell if it's intentional, accidental, or a misreading." He smiled down at Jono. "I doubt she could have a teacher more motivated and discerning to help her."


2016-10-02 02:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono's shoulders hiked up a bit. He shrugged it off because that beat feeling all self-conscious about it. And then he tilted his head slightly.

//I think Fandom will be good for her, so long as it doesn't break her. But then, one could probably say that about Fandom's relationship with most people.//


2016-10-02 02:52 am (UTC) (Link)

"True," Hannibal answered. "I rather enjoy it myself."


2016-10-01 05:05 pm (UTC) (Link)

It was by sheer coincidence that Claptrap managed to find anyone who taught Rhys a class. Mostly due to the fact that he didn't even know who Rhys was or why he should know about him!

But there he was anyway.

He bumped into the door frame a few times before managing to maneuver his way on into the room. "Wow, this is a really high scarf!" he said cheerfully.


2016-10-01 05:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

May the power of Fandom let Jono communicate telepathically with the little robot guy. He had his phone on him, courtesy of Barry, capable of picking up on his voice if he fell into dire straits here, but he'd really rather not.

The joy of having a voice that was meant to communicate from organic mind to organic mind. (That said, he did have some luck with non-organic students in the past...)

//Well, yes,// he hedged, deciding to give it a try anyway. //It is autumn. Wouldn't want to catch a cold.//

As if he could catch a cold.


2016-10-01 05:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

What, did you think it would be easy?

"Hellooooo? Can you hear me?" he asked, still as chipper as he was programmed to be. "Helloooooo?"

And pretty obnoxious too.


2016-10-01 05:58 pm (UTC) (Link)


Or, well, there would be a sigh. If, you know, Jono had lungs. He did facepalm, though, and then pull out a pen and a piece of paper. And then he wrote down;

Don't suppose you can read this?

Because it seemed like the easier next step. He held it up for the... seriously grating robot to see.


2016-10-01 06:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I can indeed read! It helps pass the time when I'm out on important missions!" He was never on important missions. He was mostly ignored or sent out on the dumb jobs just to make him leave.


2016-10-01 06:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Somehow, Jono probably wouldn't be all that surprised to learn that.

Good, because I can't speak. Is there anything I can help you with?

And again, holding up the paper. He was already suspecting that this sheet of paper was going to be one-sided documentation of an inevitable descent into madness.


2016-10-01 07:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

That... was a distinct possibility.

"I really have no idea! I've never been to a school before!"


2016-10-01 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Somehow, Jono still wasn't surprised.

Well, welcome to school, then. What brings you here?


2016-10-01 08:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

"I'm on a secret mission," Claptrap replied, spreading his skinny metal arms like he was illustrating his point. "Looking for information on a Vault. So, if you have any, I'd greatly appreciate it!"


2016-10-01 08:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono was staring hard at you now, Claptrap. Really, really hard. There was squinting involved.

You were excellent at keeping secrets, he could tell.

Have you tried the bank?


2016-10-01 08:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

He was the best at secrets, don't front.

"No, a Vault. A Vaaaaaaault," Claptrap said slowly and louder. Because Jono was probably hard of hearing too.


2016-10-01 09:05 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono was already wondering what would happen if he were to throw magnetic clips at the bloody robot. Because really, now. Really.

You might want to try the sewers, then.

You're welcome, Claptrap.

Don't get eaten by giant alligators.


2016-10-01 09:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

Aww, now you were getting it with Claptrap!

"The sewers? Are you sure?" Claptrap asked, sounding nervous rather than cheerful. Because he was also programmed for cowardice.


2016-10-01 09:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono was being helpful. Helpful.

There are all kinds of fascinating things down there, he wrote, and then paused to shrug before continuing. If we had anything like that on the island, that's probably where it would be.

Also probably mutant turtles and a disgruntled Scottish man. Fandom.


2016-10-01 09:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Well, alright," Claptrap said, rallying himself admirably. "The sewers it is! What's the worse that could happen? I get mercilessly torn apart by some hideous creature?"


2016-10-01 10:13 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono tilted his head to the side for a moment, considering the possibilities carefully.

That's about the worst that might happen, I believe, yes.

Wasn't he so reassuring?