Community Center [Saturday, midday]

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There had been plans formed yesterday at the community center. There had been inventions. There was still, sadly, no power, and someone needed to loop in the kids up at the school on what the adults had come up with to get rid of the snow monsters. Jono, and his telekinesis, had been chosen to act as a much more effective cell phone.

	Awright, then. There were tentative plans, or at least something that seemed promising, anyway. And while phone battery life was, at this point, a precious commodity if anybody had any left at all, Jono didn't need a battery. He made himself comfortable, closed his eyes, and reached out with his senses, seeking somebody else of a similar mind, somewhere across the island. //Anybody home out there? Think loudly back, I'm listening, I'll hear.//
	Guess who had no trouble thinking loudly? Go on, guess. OH MY GOSH?!?!??!?!?!?!??! LIKE, THIS IS THE STRANGEST THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nina probably did not need to shout her thoughts back at him, but oh well. CAN YOU, LIKE, READ MY MIND??????????????????????
	//Bloody hell!// ... Yes, Nina. He could hear you. Excuse him, he needed to take a few seconds to recover before attempting again.
	!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nina was slightly affronted by that reaction, given that he'd started the whole shouting thing. Rude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a thing to say to a lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, she dialed the noise back slightly. Slightly.
	And Jono appreciated that. A lot. //Apologies, luv,// he said, reaching up a hand to the side of his head. She'd managed to ring his bell pretty well, there. He always forgot the tendency people had to overcompensate when they weren't used to telepathy. //Little startled, was all.// He'd check if his nose was bleeding later. Lord. //Calling the cavalry, can you get to the library if you aren't already there? There might be a plan in th'works.//
	In the library, Constantine swore at the sudden voice in his head, almost dropping his cigarette on himself. "Fucking hell, Jon, that you?" he asked aloud, also focusing his thoughts on the words. "Where the fuck are you? I'm surrounded by children."
	//S'me, John,// Jono confirmed, pinching the bridge of his nose, thankful to have found an adult somewhere out there in the crowd. //We're holed up at the community center, working on a fix for all this. Got a few plans...// He squinted a bit, not entirely certain whether they'd accomplish much, but what did he know? He wasn't a member of the coffee-powered mad genius squad, after all. //How are things looking on your end?//
	"Pretty fucking cold, is what," John replied. "'M up at the school, figured someone had to keep an eye on Special Collections." And the kids, but he wasn't going to say that. "Good thing I did, too. Would you believe these fuckers are in the school records?"
	//What? This has happened before?// Well. That earned a surprised blink on Jono's end. //What're the bloody odds of that, do you suppose?// Was this a prime vacation spot? Did snowmen just wander down from the North Pole every now and again to enjoy the comparatively tropical weather conditions? Frolic on the beach?
	"Do y'really want me to quote you the odds of anything that happens on this rock, mate? Because neither of us will enjoy the multiversal headache," he said dryly, ignoring any odd looks he might be getting from other people using the library as he spoke aloud, weaving through the stacks back towards his office where his notes lay. "But aye, them, or at least their close personal cousins." "Hell, apparently at one point I was an invader from an 'Evil Fandom' or something, according to the piles, but it sure as fuck wasn't me. These fuckers, though? Rather sure it's them."
	//Well, that's naffin' fantastic,// Jono muttered. //First off, mate, I've been around here long enough I'm not entirely convinced this isn't the evil Fandom. Second... I don't suppose those snowmen were defeated by freeze rays or a giant motor, by any chance? Because that's what we've managed to come up with on this end.// Jono maintained that, as snowmen, they were already frozen and probably didn't need the encouragement, but smarter people than him had come up with that plan and so he was happy to leave them to it.
	"...you lot realize they're snowmen, yeah?" he asked, because yes. He's echoing your inner narrative, Jono. "--But believe it or not, we got rid of the fuckers by shooting a hat. I think. Shockingly the school's records are spotty and damn near incomprehensible at times -- don't know what the fuck a 'Tex' is -- so we're still going to have to get creative. The only good news is they can be beaten." "Though they still seem to like dancing, so th' kids have been considering challenging them to a dance-off. See if we can't either get themselves to shake apart. At the very least, might keep 'em off your back while you do... whatever... with that engine."
	//Install it on the iceberg so the whole bloody thing can be piloted away, I think,// Jono replied, squinting a bit. Yeah, he was a bit muzzy on those details, too. But it was a better plan than throwing sharks at a storm, so he was willing to roll with it. //If the students can keep the snowmen distracted with their dance party, that might buy us the time we need for...// He waved a hand around vaguely as he groped for words, not that John would be able to see him from here. //... Whatever the hell this is meant to be.// Fandom. He was just gonna nod and accept that this was his life, now.
	"Right then, I'll tell them 'Operation: Boogie' is a go, but that we have to keep the attention on us and away from you. Any idea how long your, ah, iceberg-driving is going to take, mate?" John asked dryly. "Because I'm not exactly a ballerina, here."
	//No bloody clue,// Jono replied cheerfully. //Nobody here's ever installed a motor on an iceberg before. Distract them until they don't want to dance anymore, I guess. Or make a contest out of it or something. Bring hot cocoa along in case it goes to hell. Make it work. I can give an all-clear if whoever's doing the installation lets me know what's up, or somebody can fire off a flare when they get back safely, I suppose.// With all the emergency prep that had gone on before the storm, somebody had to have flares somewhere, right?
	"Oh, you gonna bring the cocoa, mate? Because right now I'm living off the tea, biscuits, and smokes I had in my office," he retorted, laughing. "Fuck sharing, I'll drink it all myself!"
	//You know, I'm fresh out,// Jono mused, //but here it's been Steve's oatmeal, so I think you're getting th'better end of the deal, here.// His own amusement was plain as day, even all the way from here. //I dunno, mate. Fandom's students are a creative lot. If th'dancing doesn't hold the snowmen off for long, they'll figure something out. They always do.//
	Lana blinked at the odd other mind reaching out, then settled into her seat and thought back, reaching out, Hello? Who is this?
	//Jon Starsmore,// Jono replied, //representing the local idiots,// he was absolutely counting himself among that number, yes, //working on coming up with a fix for this. If you're not in the library, make your way there. Or direct anybody you come across to do so. It'll be easier for me to talk to one person and have him relay what's going on.// It would keep his poor brain from exploding.
	Lana nodded. All right. Thank you, Jon. She'd have to remember to find him later; she hadn't known there were any telepathic species around.

[OOC: NFI!]