Groovy Tunes, Sunday Night

[furnaceface]

Jono's brow was creased as he surveyed the damage to his music shop, arms crossed in front of himself, wishing for all the world that the streets of town were at least wide enough to get a truck in here or something. The damage around town was nothing to sneeze at all over, of course, but on the other hand, the basking shark that had crashed down on top of his shop, taking out half the (thankfully unoccupied) upstairs apartment and a good chunk of his storefront with it, had been fully grown.

Fully grown when it came to basking sharks meant that Jono had about 30 feet of fish to figure out how to get out of here before it went off.

And that was why he decided he'd apologize to the neighbours if anybody took exception to him running a chainsaw in the dead of night. He didn't have super strength, and didn't know anybody offhand who might, and so he was going to have to resort to slightly more crude means to be rid of the dead animal.

//Gonna smell like fish for months...//

He had to complain about the stupid things while he could. It was a distraction from the fact that he couldn't get inside to see what sort of damage had been done to his stock until the shark was out of the way.

[OOC: Not QUITE how the chainsaw thing was meant to go down, but Jono lives outside the box. Open!]

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal stood to one side until Jono took a break, then came over to put a hand on his back. "We do still have your collar. Would it help if I brought a rope up there to lever it off? Or you could re-engineer it to lift things again."

[furnaceface]

Jono turned a brief sulk Hannibal's way before his shoulders fell into a droop and he shook his head.

//Have we got any power packs with a charge? I could probably take it out of training wheels mode if you want to give it a try. Half a shark's nothing to sneeze at for somebody who's only ever used the collar to fly before, though. Might still be safer for me to go about it this way.//

Cutting off shark steaks that would look right at home in an episode of that Hanna-Barbera cartoon with the cavemen in it.

[sharp_man]

"It's worth a try, if it might make this go faster." It wasn't as though it could get very much worse.

He rubbed Jono's back. "I'll return shortly."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little, shoulders drooping that little bit more.

//I appreciate it,// he muttered. //Bring my tool kit, too. Can't get to the one inside until this thing is out of th'way.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded, headed off, and came back a few minutes later with the collar and the tool kit. "I'll cut if you like, while you work on this."

He was prepared to be a good husband and help however he could.

[furnaceface]

See? This was why Jono loved you, Hannibal.

//Thank you,// he said, holding out the chainsaw and reaching for the collar. Damn, but he missed using his collar. //Shouldn't take me more than a few minutes, at any rate. Then I can talk you through using it to form hard-light structures.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded and accepted the chainsaw, checking it and making sure Jono was well out of the way before he started it back up.

[furnaceface]

Jono was sensible enough to be a few steps back already, taking a seat on the ground and tinkering with the collar in the dark. He'd been able to take it apart and reassemble it in pitch blackness, back when. A little bit of dim street light was hardly going to slow him down.

It, too, was something else for him to focus on without thinking too hard on the damage inside.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal, meanwhile, cut off more of those large steaks, trying to avoid any portions that would cause the thing to unbalance or collapse just yet.

[furnaceface]

A few minutes of tinkering, and then Jono was holding up the reassembled collar again.

//Okay... I think I've got it. It still won't give you quite the same fine-tuned abilities I had when I was using it, but I can't see much need for you to fabricate a dragon out of thin air and hard light anyway. It will lift things for you, though. A sort of extension on the same tech that it uses to lift you.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal snorted. "I'll do without the dragons, thank you." He set down the chainsaw and put on the collar instead. Then stopped to hug Jono briefly. "Let's see what we can do."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded and held on for a few extra moments, then turned to look toward the shark. Or, at least, what was left of it.

//You remember how to fly with it?//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded and rose up fairly easily, taking a moment to assess the shark from every angle. Then he - carefully - landed on the roof. "If we move it from here over that direction," he gestured, "I think it will do the least further damage. But we'll have to watch the fin."

[furnaceface]

//Big shark, big fin,// Jono allowed, furrowing his brow. //If I can find a place to stand in there, I could probably take that out with th'chainsaw too, before we get started...//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal looked around. Fortunately, Jono was skinny. "I think I can make you enough of a hole. One moment."

He reached out, found the right frequency to get a simple beam of hard light, and poked carefully at the crushed area he'd spotted, crumbling little bits away. He had a few false starts with losing the beam, but by the time he had a large enough hole, he had a decent handle on it.

[furnaceface]

Jono was just... going to not wince too much as Hannibal took apart what used to be the roof of his apartment.

//This is causing me actual physical pain,// he announced. //This hurts me.//

Which wasn't to say he wasn't slipping inside at the first possible opportunity.

[sharp_man]

"I know," Hannibal said. "I do apologize." He flew back down to the street and wrapped his arms around Jono. "But you can get inside now. Just be careful once you are."

Even if nothing was likely to kill Jono, it likely wouldn't be pleasant to fall through the floor or get a wall dropped upon him.

[furnaceface]

//Been through places that have been damaged worse,// Jono said, raising an eyebrow in kind of tired amusement. //Shame we can't get a bloody crane down these streets. That'd make this significantly easier.//

Then again, basking sharks were heavy enough there was a good chance the crane would just topple into the building, too.

[sharp_man]

"It would make a lot of this easier," Hannibal said. He flew up to the roof and nodded at the hole he'd made for Jono. "I'll wait on the street."

[furnaceface]

//Cover me if it looks like the rest of that shark is gonna end up on my head,// Jono said, making his way over to the hole and lowering the chainsaw in first. //I'd rather not be crushed by a large fish if I can help it.//

He lowered himself in next, shaking his head as he looked around.

//Well,// he announced, //my old sofa's toast.//

It was a pretty sad sofa anyway. This was probably for the best.

[sharp_man]

That sofa carried odd and fond memories, Hannibal thought back at him, amused. He took a moment and managed to get a bit of light wrapped around the shark, just holding it in place. And I have braced the shark.