Room 408, Saturday Morning

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The dance? Had been nice. Nice in that sort of, 'I am here, I am not being particularly social, but I have a lovely date and I'm going to enjoy this, damn it,' kind of way that Jono was so good at. But that much social interaction was tiring, to say the least, and so he was absolutely planning on spending his Saturday in bed. And it would be great, and to hell with anything in the world that thought that he was going to be getting up, at least until late afternoon.

It was possible that Jonothon was slightly delusional, yes.

[For wee ones, roomies, whatever!]

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[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth wasn't particularly worried when she suddenly found herself in Fandom. She was totally used to teleporting between dimensions anyway, plus she could sense her parents close by.

She teleported to her father's location first, climbed up on to the bed, and pounced. "Daddy Daddy Daddy wake up!"

[furnaceface]

That was possibly the most effective wake-up call that Jono had ever had, yes. Between the cat hissing and scrabbling away for dear life and the fact that there was a small child on top of him, calling him Daddy, his eyes were wide open in no time flat.

//Gah!//

Also, good morning, small child. Please don't mind too much while your daddy lays there and tries not to have a fit while he figures out what the hell is going on.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Wake up wake up wake up!" Elizabeth said, cheerfully bouncing. "I'm hungry! Where are we?"

She hadn't quite realized that her father wasn't exactly looking like he should be yet.

[furnaceface]

Oh, God. It was bouncing. Jono's eyebrows furrowed a bit, and he raised an arm to rub at his eyes before making the attempt to sit up, possibly to dislodge the very excitable tiny thing that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere in his room.

//We're somewhere,// he managed, with all of the certainty of somebody who had been awake for all of half a minute. //Yer hungry?//

He'd probably figure out what was going on sooner or later. This wasn't his first young child invasion, but it was the first one where he'd actually had a child of his own.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth stopped bouncing, but she did squint her eyes and peer up at her father's face as he sat up. "Why are you talking in my head?" she said. She was used to that from Auntie Emma, so it didn't frighten her, at least. "And why is your face all covered up?"

[furnaceface]

//Um.//

Really, Elizabeth. Your father was simply the personification of true eloquence, today.

//Sore throat?//

... Well, he didn't want to scare the kid.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George was not exactly in a horrible mood today -- do not tell anybody that -- but it was morning, and morning could generally go fuck itself.

She cracked her eyes open long enough to process that ... there was a really hyper kid bouncing at Jono.

Exactly what she needed. Fucking kids.

... wait.

"You have a kid?"

Because he hadn't mentioned that, oh, ever.

[furnaceface]

//Apparently?//

Look, this was news to him, too.

... Though not entirely surprising, perhaps. Even if the logistics kind of meant that he would have had to become a father somewhere around the same time puberty hit. Give or take. Jono was a late bloomer.

//I'm going out on a limb and saying 'Fandom thing,' here.//

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Hi Auntie George!" Elizabeth said excitedly, waving. "Are you visiting Daddy?"

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

That failed to satisfy Elizabeth's curiosity, so she was reaching up now with every intention of trying to pull down the bandages and see what they were hiding. She didn't sense a sore throat, and Mommy would've healed that, anyway.

[furnaceface]

//Whoa! Okay, no no no, we don't go pulling at people's bandages, luv. It's poor manners.//

... At least Jonothon kind of fell into the 'Daddy' role easily enough.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"You're not blue," Elizabeth announced, finally cluing in on that. "Are you in disguise? Where's Mommy?"

This place was weird.

[furnaceface]

//I'm not... Wot? Blue? I...//

What.

//I think other people look better in blue than I do, Sunshine. Er... where is yer mother usually at, first thing in th'morning?//

Blue?

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"She's usually with you!" Elizabeth said with an unspoken "duh."

She spied Joni, who was keeping a wary distance from the wee intruder. "Kitty!" she said happily, climbing over her father to get to the cat. "Is that Joni? She's small!"

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"... Fandom ... gave you kids?" she said. "Like, a prize or something?"

Congratulations, you're the millionth student! You and three friends will receive a toddler. Batteries not included.

George was going to decide that she was still asleep.

"That punch was way more spiked than I thought."

[furnaceface]

Oof. Jonothons were not generally made for walking over, and he had to bite back another small bout of flailing until he could safely scrabble his way out of bed. There, no more being climbed on.

//Of course that's Joni. And of course she's small. She's a kitten, yet.//

The small child knew Joni. Okay. So this wasn't a case of her being in completely the wrong room. And...

... He was still trying to get his head around the 'blue' parts.

[furnaceface]

//Must've been far more spiked. I think I'm drunk a bit, as well.//

By proxy. As you do.

//I think... this happened last year, sometime, as well. Just out of nowhere, a bunch of small children came by, all calling students their parents. Some made sense, some... not quite so much, really.//

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Poor Elizabeth. She was being perky at the crankiest dead girl on the entire island. This would not end well.

"I'm ... not your auntie," she said, "and I live here. And it's way too early for this."

... hopefully, Elizabeth knew that Auntie George was not a morning person. Or a people person. Or, uh, a much-of-anything person.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Joni wasn't entirely happy with being scooped up by an eager child and squeezed, and she managed to squirm out of Elizabeth's grasp and jump down from the bed.

"How comes she's small?" Elizabeth demanded. "And why isn't Mommy with you? Is she making breakfast?"

...better than Aunti Karla making breakfast, at least.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

He should be thanking her. Being drunk right now might make this fucking mess easier to stomach.

"Just ... random kids," she said. "Why the f---"

Let's not swear in front of the kid, George.

"How does that even happen?"

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Do you need coffee, Auntie George?" Elizabeth said, dropping her voice to a whisper at least. Cranky people in the morning was nothing new to her.

[furnaceface]

//She's... small because...// Jono squinted at the child. Really, now. Whose could she possibly be? //She might be making breakfast, I...// And then he bent over to pick up the kitten that was making little squeaks and mewls from around his ankles. //Who did you say you were?//

Well done.

[furnaceface]

//Timelines, portals, some such nonsense,// Jono replied, shrugging. //I don't pretend to understand any of it, except that I imagine it isn't much different from all of the individual timelines that people come from. Different points, all part of th'same idea.//

Yes, Jono. Make a little more sense out of that, please.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George burrowed herself out of the covers again, intent on saying something-or-other, when the words caught up to her.

Oh.

Well.

"... Please?" she said. "Uh. Thank you?"

Some coffee would be fucking amazing. She was totally willing to try to be civil if they pumped her full of coffee.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

He felt like Daddy and looked like him except for not being blue but Elizabeth was getting worried now. Maybe he'd been hit on the head and Mommy could heal him. "I'm Elizabeth, Daddy, you know that."