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Room 408, Late Friday Afternoon
Jono hadn't exactly taken his sweet time getting back to the dorms after his return to his island, so much as he'd been held up in the hell that was Portalocity security thanks to a passport photo that showed a Jonothon Starsmore who had a lower jaw and was distinctly less on fire. He was vaguely aware that people had opted to stay in Kaeleer a little longer, to make certain that Karla was doing alright, to make certain that they were doing alright, and there was perhaps a bit of nagging guilt that he hadn't done the same, but he'd needed to get away from there.

Jonothon wasn't so big on that group mentality thing, really.

George wasn't in the room when he staggered in. Probably off at that apathy club meeting, which he couldn't be arsed to attend today. All the better. There was, however, a bed, and, flames or no, he was going to kind of topple forward onto it and resign himself to not moving for about as long as he could possibly get away with it.

Possibly longer still, since there was a squeaky kitten curling up on the small of his back no more than five seconds after he'd fallen over.

Thank God for squeaky kittens.

[The door's shut, but the post is open to anyone who might have a reason to swing by to poke at Jono. Or, heck, to anybody who saw a guy on fire come in who might have a mind to investigate. Or whatever!]


2010-10-30 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Not being arsed to attend was perfectly in the spirit of apathy club. If he had needed an excuse, which ... it being apathy club meant he didn't, anyway.

Hey, her roommate was back. And ... facedown on his bed. Sleeping? Emo-ing?

"... Uh, hi?" she tried. Very helpful, George.

The kitten was glad he was back. That was pretty cool.


2010-10-30 01:09 am (UTC) (Link)

One of these days, Jono might write a sappy love song to his kitten. Something light and fluffy about unconditional love and maybe purring.

No, probably not.

//Hello, George.//

Considering he hadn't looked up yet, odds were high that this particular position was more emo than sleep.


2010-10-30 01:18 am (UTC) (Link)

Paul McCartney had written enough silly love songs for the moment. Joni would be fine.

"Hey," she said. "You're back."

And emo-ing. That was probably a bad sign.

"You okay?"


2010-10-30 01:25 am (UTC) (Link)

//I'm back,// Jonothon pointed out. It was as much an agreement to her statement as it was an answer to her question. Because...

Well, no. No, he really wasn't feeling okay at the moment, actually. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing bodies, and screams and the sounds of bodies exploding were still ringing in his ears.

A comparatively small number of those were on his head. But they were on his head all the same.

//Joni didn't give you any trouble, did she?//

Curled up on his back as she was, he couldn't exactly roll over to check.


2010-10-30 01:33 am (UTC) (Link)

"Nope," George said, shrugging as she toed her shoes off. "She was kinda weird, but not bad or anything. Just ... hung out on your bed and meowed a lot."

George wasn't entirely sure how to console a kitten. She'd tried petting her. That seemed to help. Some.


2010-10-30 01:37 am (UTC) (Link)

//... Huh.//

Perhaps it was painfully obvious that Jono really had no idea what to make of the notion of being missed, even by a kitten.

//Sorry if her carrying on bothered you, then...//


2010-10-30 01:40 am (UTC) (Link)

"It didn't," George said. This was where a normal person might explain that they, too, had been worried, or had missed him, or whatever it was normal people said. Unfortunately, Jono was dealing with George.

"But ... I think she's glad you're back."


2010-10-30 01:43 am (UTC) (Link)

Well, George was dealing with a Jono. It evened out.

//She just missed th'extra body heat,// he admonished, trying to cast a look over his shoulder at the little ball of black and white fluff that had been trying to sleep on him.

Joni stirred a little at the shift of weight underneath her, and then decided that plodding along the bed to solicit pettings with bumps of her head was an even more awesome plan. All the better for Jono, who could now roll over and sit up, leaving scorch marks on the sheets in his wake.


2010-10-30 01:52 am (UTC) (Link)

"Hey, I have body heat too," George said, pretending to be offended by that.

Whatever she had been going to say next died in her throat as she took in the scorched sheets and the flames coming off Jono.

".... are you ....." 'Okay' was dumb. She'd already asked that one. "....... can I ......"

Get him something? Like what, exactly? Band-aids?

George was just going to stand here. Awkwardly.


2010-10-30 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)

Awkwardness was excellent at creating... more awkwardness, actually. When George's words tapered off, Jono suddenly became painfully aware all over again that his wrappings were hanging in shreds around him. He had more, of course, but was too tired to make his way to the dresser to rummage for them.

And so he stared at Joni, shrugging as he reached a hand to scratch her behind the ear.

//I'll be fine.//

Sooner or later. It was a useful catch-all, that phrase. He could use it without commitment at any time. After all, he wasn't specifying that he'd be fine soon, was he?


2010-10-30 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)

She knew her roommate was, generally, on fire, but it was another thing to just sit there and watch him pet his kitten while he ... burned.

Did he burn all the time? If so, exactly what was burning?

Some small measure of tact kept George from asking that.

"So ... what happened?"


2010-10-30 02:10 am (UTC) (Link)

What was burning? Psionic energy, coupled with some sort of bio-nuclear something or other, and trace amounts of Jono.

//You don't want to know.// And when a guy whose face was perpetually on fire said something like that, odds were high that you really didn't want to know. //It wasn't pretty.//


2010-10-30 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Yeah. She was going to assume that it wasn't all sunshine and candy, at that point.

"Did you guys ... win?" she asked. "Whatever you were ... there for?"

She was a little vague on the specifics, on that one.


2010-10-30 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)

'Win' was a very loaded word, today. Jono actually winced a little.

//I'm still alive,// he noted. //We found Karla. I suppose that counts.//

Sound a little more thrilled, Jonothon.


2010-10-30 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)

"Better than the alternative," George said.

Trust her on that one.

"Is she okay?"

For the special qualifications of 'okay' that included 'completely fucked up and staring at walls, but not actually missing any limbs or vital organs.'

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