Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jono was actually in a good mood today. Yes, even Jono was aware of how weird that was. But he wasn't going to let a little thing like a good mood get in the way of listening to angry music. It just meant that it was entirely possible that he was going to end up pulling a guitar down off the wall and playing along, today. The Clash was playing loudly on the stereo and everything was coming up Jonothon, dammit.

Hell, there was even a little kitten romping around his heels, attempting to capture and destroy his shoelaces. Jono let her keep that up. After all, Joni deserved to have a good day for no particular reason, too.

[OOC: Open!]

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[intraspective]

Tseng giving them businesses--not that she had quite decided what she was doing with hers just yet--meant that Ino had been thinking about other things they were going to need on the island.

Which had led her to the one person she really knew well enough to call and ask about stuff like that.

(Sparkle might've helped but then she'd have to explain how she'd gotten his phone number...)

So, there was Jono's phone ringing!

Besides, it gave Ino something to do as she watched the ground beneath her roll on by. Reno was flying the helicopter. Ino had time to talk.

[furnaceface]

And Jono, good mood that he was in, even answered that phone of his on the second ring.

//Hullo, luv, to what do I owe the pleasure?//

Of course Ino had her own ringtone. He'd composed it himself on some freebie midi software he'd grabbed in the app store. She'd probably recognize it if she were to hear it in person; it was a song about sunflowers.

[intraspective]

"I--"

Ino's words paused as she realized, abruptly, that she hadn't told him Zack was alive.

Oops.

"It's a long story," she settled on. "Hey, you busy?"

[furnaceface]

//Not unless you count trying not to trip on Joni as she goes for my boot-laces busy,// Jono replied, his tone sobering slightly as he hiked himself up to sit on the counter. //Is something th'matter...?//

[intraspective]

"You ever get a thing you've wanted so much, like, the most ever, and have it given to you in the worst way possible?"

Ino didn't really pause to let him answer that.

"Zack's alive," she said. "We're bailing for Fandom. He can't stay here."

[furnaceface]

//He--// Okay, there was a bit of a mental re-adjustment for Jono, right there. Apparently this seemed to be the week for the dead not being as dead as previously assumed. //Christ, luv. I can't imagine...//

Okay, no, he could. He'd had dead lovers end up not so dead as he'd thought, too. But not typically after the grieving process was years behind him.

//You need anything? A pickup? Somewhere to crash? Are you both safe?//

[intraspective]

Ino was so not okay right now but, if anything, the years had given her a chance to get really good at compartmentalizing.

She could fall over and scream and cry at some point when Zack was safe.

"I'm fi--okay, no, but I'm safe. I'm heading towards Zack right now," she said. "He's on the run, but we've got a rendezvous point set. We're extracting a... friend of his to my world, but after that... yeah, we're going to need a place to crash. You know anywhere that's open?"

[furnaceface]

//I know a few places,// Jono replied. //How about above the Boards? Plenty of space, only intermittently noisy, instead of above the Groovy Tunes, where you'd have to contend with my music all the time. There should still be beds up there, and I know the fridge still works... I'll have to clear a few things out, but that shouldn't take long at all.//

[intraspective]

"What, really?" she asked, startled. "I weren't thinking of asking for one of your places."

She'd been more thinking of one of the apartment complexes, or the hotel, in a pinch.

"I won't say no, though, if you're sure."

[furnaceface]

//Iris, luv, I have three buildings on the island that I could easily call home. If you need a place to stay, I'm not going to just sit on them if they're sitting empty anyway. It can be a temporary arrangement if you'd rather, the place is a little large for just two, and if you stuck around for long I'd probably at least start asking for rent for upkeep... but for the time being, you need somewhere in a pinch. I happen to have somewhere. One less thing to worry about.//

[intraspective]

"We can pay rent," she assured him. "We've already got jobs arranged--well, Zack does. I'm... apparently a business owner, business undecided. Anyway, the gil to dollars rate is usually very, very nice."

She sighed.

"But you're right, and thank you, having a place does take a load off."

[furnaceface]

//Been there,// he reminded her, gently. //First time I came back to the island after I graduated, I wound up moping on stairways, wearing clothes that belonged to Cable. You get to skip that step.//

Lucky her!

[intraspective]

Lucky her, indeed!

"Yeah, I don't think I'd do well at that," Ino admitted. "Not that I were planning on any of this either, but..."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was here again this week, and again he'd brought berries and coffee. If only to prove they weren't only for when he was worried or feeling manipulative.

He was also in rather a good mood, which meant he was feeling mischievous.

He chuckled at Joni. "Should I have brought Beethoven, to give your laces a reprieve?"

[furnaceface]

//I think he'd never forgive you.// A beat. //That, or he'd end up eating one of the blue people, and I'd have an Incident on my hands.//

Cats and Smurfs. It was a thing.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Are they hiding today?" Hannibal had yet to see the things. He poured Jono a cup of coffee and himself another.

[furnaceface]

//They're probably worried about what'll happen if Joni gets tired of shoelaces,// Jono replied, //But then, some days they're just quieter in general, anyway.//

He gave the berries an amused look, and then reached for the coffee. Just to hold it. Just to feel the warmth in his hands.

//How's your day been so far?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Uneventful," Hannibal answered. "I've been catching up on my reading."

And making lists of rude people to visit later. There were distressingly many of them in DC these days.

[furnaceface]

Really, at this rate, the world would probably thank Hannibal for his heroism...

//Anything good, or is it all the same distressing news?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Mostly more of the same, I'm afraid." He took a moment to enjoy his coffee. "I'm keeping a close eye on it."

[furnaceface]

//Good,// Jono replied. //Means I won't have to stare at it nonstop, myself.//

He fidgeted a bit, and then kind of stared awkwardly into his coffee.

//So, ah, I missed your birthday on Monday.//

Because he'd been busy recovering from his brain being basically liquefied by Nanika. He was sure Hannibal understood, but he didn't want his husband to think he'd forgotten completely, either.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. It was good to know that he hadn't forgotten. "With the state that your mind was in, I'm inclined to forgiveness," he said, giving Jono a smile. "It's good to have you back."

[furnaceface]

//It's good to be back,// Jono replied. //And capable of thinking about more than one thing at a time, again. I was hoping to be able to make it up to you, anyway. I was thinking... symphony tickets, perhaps?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hm." Hannibal thought for a moment. "What are they performing?"

[furnaceface]

//Tonight's was supposed to be Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24,// Jono replied, sounding almost apologetic. //But tonight... has sort of fallen through. An old friend has a bit of an emergency I'm going to have to help her with. Later this week there's some sort of Heroes and Villains thing using music by Beethoven and Stravinsky, though. And in a couple of weeks, Dvořák's Cello Concerto.//